There is only a sandwich between Changsuiju and Jiu Sixuan, Zhao Shiheng walked fast, his lame looked obvious, and he walked hard, Wu Jin followed closely behind him, and did not reach out to help - Zhao Shiheng was arrogant, he didn't even need a cane, let alone help.

"The Leaf has a high fever, it has been three days, the rash has not penetrated, the situation is dangerous, you have not had a rash, be careful."

"Students understand."

"There is a grandmother in the Leaf, but she is still reliable, only she is allowed to serve in close quarters, whatever you want, tell her, there is an official room in the compartment."

"Yes."

The two of them went straight into the Changsui Residence, and as soon as they stepped into the courtyard gate, the courtyard was full of the situation as when the epidemic was besieging the city, and they rushed into his eyes.

The servants who were busy with trivial tasks were all wrapped in headscarves and covered their mouths and noses, and clothes and handkerchiefs were piled up by the courtyard gate, and in a few moments someone would come and pick them up and burn them.

In the middle of the courtyard was a four-legged square brazier, covered with a hollow lid, in which was not charcoal, but burned sulfur paulownnia, and anyone who came out of the Mole House had to step over the brazier first, so as not to be contaminated with sickness.

There are three medicine stoves under the corridor, all of which are boiling with diarrhoea.

Zhao Shiheng asked him if he had a rash, and when Zhao Shiheng asked him if he had a rash, he suddenly enlarged in his mind and rang into a bell.

His palms became wet, his back began to stick, and every step felt like stepping on the edge of a knife, which was thrilling.

Mo Lingfeng's grandmother was busy with her feet not touching the ground, and when she saw Zhao Shiheng coming, she hurriedly walked to his side and performed a blessing ceremony: "Mr. Zhao, Dr. Li is inside to diagnose the pulse." ”

Zhao Shiheng nodded and pointed to Wu Jin: "This is Wu Jin, he is here, just like the uncle is here." ”

Mama was only stunned for a moment, and soon looked at Wu Jin's gaze and became respectful, and she also squatted down and saluted - Zhao Shiheng's words had two meanings, he could order them like Mo Qianlan, and they should also serve him well like Mo Qianlan.

"Yes, Mr. Zhao rest assured."

Wu Jin turned sideways to avoid this bow.

The grandmother took the face towel from the maid who followed her, offered it to the two of them, and when they were masked, she put her hand on the door and opened it softly.

Zhao Shiheng led Wu Jin across the threshold and into the main house, and after they entered, the grandmother closed the door as quickly as possible.

Wu Jin immediately closed his gaze to the three steps around him, and walked with his head down.

There was no pungent smell in the room, but there was a hot flash, making it difficult to breathe.

The hem of his clothes brushed the mud baby of the "December Order" on the Duobao Pavilion, the sleeves rubbed against the sugar box on the table, and his shoes passed by a paper kite hanging under the screen before entering the inner room.

Li Yiti sat on the embroidery pier in front of the bed, concentrated on the pulse, glanced at Zhao Shiheng and Wu Jin with his spare eyes, and continued to take the pulse.

Mo Lingfeng stretched out a small hand, and along this hand, Wu Jin saw Mo Lingfeng at this time.

She was completely changed, her face was swollen, and it was full of dense rashes, which went all the way down, and should have been equally dense, but they didn't come out, only a few sparse points.

Her breath was burning, her nose was moving, her chest was heaving rapidly, and she slept like a coma most of the time.

Zhao Shiheng's brows tightened, his hands clenched into fists, hanging on his sides, and he opened his mouth several times to speak, but he stopped.

It wasn't until Li Yitie let go of his hand that he lowered his voice and asked, "How?" ”

Li Yitie stood up, and also looked anxious: "It's a reverse disease, good and evil win, greed and bad things." ”

It was at this time that Mo Lingfeng ate too much ice cheese.

Now she has a high fever repeatedly, and the measles is not smooth, and the rash disappears as soon as it appears, which is the most difficult reverse disease.

It is more vicious than fierce, and more dangerous than dangerous.

"I'll add two medicines, and the rash must be clear tonight." Li Yitie hurriedly walked out.

Zhao Shiheng glanced at Wu Jin hard, and also left with Li Yiti.

Only Wu Jin and Mo Lingfeng were left in the house.

It was only at this time that Zhao Shiheng gave him time to sit down and think slowly.

But there's nothing left to think about.

Wu Jin stood for a moment, sat on the embroidery pier again, the doors and windows were closed, the sound outside was already light and thin, and it was even more inaudible when it fell in the room, only the heavy breathing of the two was left, intertwined, and they didn't feel lonely and lonely.

The two of them are now the same life, Mo Lingfeng is alive, he is also alive, he was imprisoned by Mo Qianlan in this small hut, watching the turmoil in the dark, and the waves are treacherous.

His hand pressed on his thigh, trembling at first, then calming down, he was like a stone, blocking Mo Lingfeng's body, erecting a hard barrier for her.

After a while, the door opened, and the grandmother came in with a medicine bowl, and when she saw Wu Jin who was not squinting, she bowed down and whispered: "Young Master Wu, it's time for the girl to drink the medicine." ”

Wu Jin stood up, took the medicine bowl in her hand, and looked down to see that there was a bowl of fried extremely strong medicine in the bowl.

He didn't understand medical science, he didn't know if there was a problem with this medicine, he frowned for a moment, suddenly took off the cloth covering his mouth and nose, lowered his head and took a sip.

The entrance of the medicine was bitter for a while, and then there was a sweetness, and there was a rock sugar at the bottom of the bowl that had not melted.

Mama Grandma was dumbfounded and froze in place, while Wu Jin held the bowl firmly, motionless, until she was sure that she would not die, and then she held the medicine bowl and faced Mo Lingfeng.

He wanted to wake up Mo Leaf to drink medicine, but before he could speak, Mo Leaf had already opened his eyes, looked at him first, and soon searched the house again.

She was very anxious from the pain, and a hot breath was pouring out of her body, making her mouth dry and her eyes hot, and she rolled her eyes in extreme pain, but she didn't find Mo Qianlan.

She didn't make a noise, let alone ask where Mo Qianlan went, she just looked at Mama Nan.

Mama hurriedly stepped forward to help her up, she took Wu Jin's hand, drank the medicine in one go, and choked on the rock candy in the bowl.

I don't know if it's sugar or medicine, so she has a little energy, leaning on the arms of her grandmother, she looked at Wu Jin fixedly, then pulled the corners of her mouth, and smiled: "Don't drink medicine, bitter." ”

Wu Jin was stunned for a moment, reached out and touched the corner of his mouth, and sure enough, there was a little medicine stain.

He also smiled, not reluctantly, and did not feel resentment towards Mo Lingfeng because he was coerced here—he could still feel pity for the chicks, and how could he have a bitter hatred for the sincere and sincere Mo Leaf.

"It's not bitter, I put sugar, I love sugar."

Mo Lingfeng let out a soft "um", and suddenly a hot tear welled up: "I was wrong, I shouldn't have stolen ice cheese." ”

The grandmother coaxed her in a low voice, saying that it was none of her business.

But Wu Jin understood what she meant in an instant.

She was confessing to herself—she was literate, she could read books, she sensed danger, she thought she would be taken away, she thought she was sick, she could let herself stay.

Wu Jin said in a deep voice: "It's not your fault. ”

When Mo Lingfeng heard this, he raised his eyes to look at him, and saw that his eyes were gentle and sincere, his eyebrows were calm and peaceful, and the restlessness in his heart slowly sank.

She closed her eyes and fell asleep again.