Out of the Daikin Museum, the sky was gloomy, as if the face of iron was blue, and the wind was blowing in the northwest, rolling dead branches and leaves and residual blood flying.

The wind from the northeast, unlike the wind in Beijing, Tianjin and Hebei, looks scary, but it has no real power. They are mixed with a cold chill, like a sharp sword piercing through the air, forcefully piercing through the cotton clothes, making people feel the bitter cold of winter.

The adults were a little panicked under the impact of the wind, and the children were even more frozen with a smile and purple wow, Gao Feng hurriedly wrapped the child in a quilt, picked it up and quickly rushed to the front of the car, put the child away, quickly turned on the heater, and waited for everyone to come over, the car was already hot.

But the child still cried and even began to vomit, which made the child's mother anxious, while cleaning the child's mouth and pouring warm water, while complaining about Gao Feng, who blamed Gao Feng for not taking them to the wild place of Acheng on a snowy day.

Although she didn't blame Li Ruoxi, Ruoxi also understood that she blamed herself for advocating coming out to play.

This Northeast woman is straightforward, and she doesn't mean to blame Gao Feng and Ruoxi, but it sounds very uncomfortable, Ruoxi's face is a little pale, but after all, the child is sick, so she didn't speak.

Zhao Yuankang gently took her hand and comforted her, after all, no one wants the child to be uncomfortable.

"Xiaofeng, hurry up to the hospital here in Acheng, check it first, the city is too far away, don't delay, wait until it stabilizes and then go back to the city for treatment." Zhao Yuankang suggested.

Now we can't mess around, someone has to stay calm, and if you make a mistake in your busyness, it will become a big mistake. Gao Feng nodded, and drove the car to the nearest Acheng People's Hospital.

When he arrived at the hospital, Gao Feng hurriedly hung up the emergency department in the pediatric department, but fortunately, this county hospital was not crowded like Beijing Hospital, and after waiting for about 20 minutes, he was scheduled for an examination.

Don't look at this is a small hospital, but the doctor's medical skills are still good, measured the body temperature, looked at the tongue coating, and immediately judged that this is a fever and vomiting caused by a cold, after giving the child a simple injection and massage, there is no major problem, but temporarily need to rest for a few hours, and can not eat, therefore, to stay in the hospital for three hours of observation, in order to deal with it in time.

Taking care of small children (under 3 years old) is the most worry-free thing, such children, who can't speak or can't understand, poop and pee, eat and walk, and need someone to help.

When you are thirsty or hungry, you can express it through simple words or gestures, but if you are not feeling well, you can only express it by crying, and adults are often in a hurry, you can't figure out your head, and you can't tell where the baby has a problem when you go to the hospital, so you can only have a full body examination.

But this is very inefficient, the more uncomfortable the baby, the more impatient, it is difficult to cooperate with the doctor's instructions, making the child cry, the adult is noisy, and the hospital is also helpless. But as a professional doctor, I can only solve these headaches as soon as possible.

Therefore, taking care of children is not something that ordinary people can do, one must be fine, the second must be patient, and the third must have methods. Generally, young people can't take care of children well, that is, they lack patience and skills. In other words, she is still a child who doesn't grow up, and when the child makes a fuss, she feels that it will affect her rest, and she will only lose her temper, which will not solve the problem at all.

Many people like to let the elderly take care of their children, but the elderly don't pay much attention to the method, and give everything to the children, which is easy to allergies, eat support, and easy to be thankless, causing conflicts between mother-in-law and daughter-in-law.

The child was fine, and several adults were also a lot more relaxed, leaving only the child's mother in the ward, and Gao Feng and the three of them went to the hall to rest.

The wind outside gradually subsided, the sky darkened, and the smell of Susu water from the hospital wafted in the air.

"Xiaofeng, it's really troublesome for you these two days, you see that if it weren't for Zhang Luo outside, the child wouldn't have caught a cold." Zhao Yuankang felt a little guilty about this matter.

"Cousin is fine, Xiaochao, his body is a little weak, I should pay attention, I shouldn't bring them over." Gao Feng also understands the way of righteousness.

"That's it, you see it's getting dark, you have to wait a while before you can be discharged from the hospital, it's not safe to drive at night, let's stay in Acheng for a night, don't toss the child, go back tomorrow morning without any problems." Zhao Yuankang proposed.

"Well, I'll talk to Jin Feng in a moment." Gao Feng responded.

By the time the child had finished checking, it was already half past six in the evening. The doctor advised to use light liquid foods such as porridge and soup as the main food, and it is best to come back tomorrow morning for an injection to consolidate it.

The few people decided to find a hotel to stay overnight, and the next day, after giving the child an injection, they would return to the city.

Zhao Yuankang apologized, and also thanked the two for their hospitality and companionship, and proposed to invite Gao Feng's family of three back.

They found a northeastern farmhouse restaurant not far from the hotel, and the most distinctive dish here is stewed goose in an iron pot.

In Zhao Yuankang's view, this iron pot stewed goose and Xinjiang chicken is a practice, which is to chop poultry meat into pieces and stew them with potato pieces.

But in fact, if you taste it carefully, these two dishes are still a little different, the goose meat is more delicate, unlike the chicken that is easy to get firewood, and the goose is more likely to rot, and the taste is better. In addition, the iron pot plays an important role as a cooking utensil, which perfectly blends the flavor of goose meat and potatoes, so that the soup penetrates into the potatoes and tastes more delicious.

The dishes of the Northeast are known for their large quantities and sufficient taste, a large pot of stewed goose, two cold dishes are coming, enough for several people to enjoy, which is both economical and affordable, and has an endless aftertaste.

Li Ruoxi, as a senior foodie, commented excitedly after the meal, "This is not an ordinary goose, it is simply a swan."

Because the child's stomach was not very comfortable, the four of them asked the child for an egg soup to put in the lunch box, and hurried back to the Homeinn.

Zhao Yuankang and Li Ruoxi are in a room on the left, and Gao Feng Sankou is in a room on the right.

Although the relationship between the two is getting deeper day and night, and the physical contact is getting deeper, they have never broken through the boundary, which is also a respect for their girlfriend, liking a person, not to possess her body, but to love sincerely, everything will go naturally and naturally.

After the two of them washed up and watched TV for a while, Li Ruoxi was already sleepy, and he closed his eyes with his left arm.

He looked sideways at Ruoxi, his eyebrows and eyes were handsome, and his lips were bright, which made him feel refreshed.

He stretched out his right hand to caress her hair, silky as water, and a faint fragrance rubbed against his nose.

He gently kissed her slightly red cheek, Ruoxi in her sleep, I don't know if she was shy, turned sideways, and lay on her back facing the sky.

Her chest is full and firm, and at the moment it is slightly undulating like a mountain, which makes him **** a little stiff.

He is restrained, struggling, struggling, beauty is now, should it be his good thing?

"Zhao Yuankang, how can you be such a despicable villain, how can you take advantage of people's danger?" Another voice in his heart warned him not to do such a foolish thing.

Finally, he controlled his body, pulled Ruoxi's head, put her on the pillow, and covered her with a quilt. He turned sideways, his face outward, trying to calm down, and after a while, he also fell asleep.

"Come and save me!! Come and save me!! A voice kept ringing in his ears.

In a trance, he saw a man with a disheveled hair sitting in a dark corner in the distance.

"Are you calling me?" He mustered his courage and took a few steps forward.

"I'm looking for you." The man looked up sharply, and there was blood in his eyes, and he was so frightened that he took a few steps back before he could stabilize his mind.

"Are you a human or a ghost?" He subconsciously told himself that it was a dream, but he didn't know what he was here for.

"Hehe, I'm a ghost who died unjustly."

The voice was rather poignant, like a piece of sunken wood that hid difficult grief.

"Then you have summoned me here, and you have something to confide in me." He knew that this ghost would not invite him to come here for no reason.

"Presumably you know the shame of Jingkang, right?" The ghost asked rhetorically.

"Nature knows." He replied aloud.

Not to mention that Zhao Yuankang is a history teacher, but as a senior martial arts fan, he also knows this history from the names of the protagonists Guo Jing and Yang Kang in "The Legend of the Condor Heroes".

"I am one of the people who was captured to the north with the second emperor back then, and I am Zhao Wei, the king of Yi." This ghost came from a world.

"Yiwang Zhao Wei?" Rao is Zhao Yuankang is proficient in literature and history, and he has never heard of this name.

"Hehe, I'm just an insignificant little person, I was unjustly killed back then, and my soul was frozen here, just to wait for someone destined to save me in the future before I can be liberated!"

The ghost seemed to have a grudge in his heart, and his voice was unusually dry, which made people feel cold in the bottom of their hearts.

"Someone who is destined? Are you talking about the destined person? His heart was moved and he couldn't help asking.

"Yes, you are the one who is destined, I have been waiting for almost nine hundred years, and today I can finally transcend."

He let out a long roar, relieving the depression of being in a ghost prison for thousands of years and not being able to enter reincarnation.