Dr. Zhang looked at it for a while, then wrote a prescription, and he turned his head to look at the children who were anxious, like ants on a hot pot, circling around in the room.

"This one in your family is not good, and the ordinary wind and cold for normal people will be fatal to her, you go to grab the medicine first, and it depends on her whether she can survive tonight."

Dr. Zhang sighed and packed up the medicine box.

The child's face was expressionless, and she asked faintly: "What does it mean to look at herself?" Can't you cure it? ”

If you are disrespectful like this, if you have a bad temper, you will have turned your face and left, but Dr. Zhang is a kind-hearted person, and he is not angry, but said patiently and calmly.

"I really can't cure this disease, it's fate, I'm a mortal, how can I rob people with the king of Hades."

Dr. Zhang shook his head and sighed, and left with the medicine box on his back.

Far from being light, the rain outside was getting heavier and heavier, beating on the window, making people more and more anxious.

Miao Hua touched Wen Xien's hot face and whispered in her ear: "Wen Xien." ”

Wen Xien, who had his eyes closed, frowned, and there was no movement.

The towel on his forehead was also dyed with temperature, Miao Hua changed it once, he carefully tucked the quilt, made sure that there was no ventilation, and then took out some money from the box, and took the prescription on the table, Miao Hua took one last look at Wen Xien, and rushed into the rain without looking back.

After buying the medicine, Miao Hua began to boil the medicine non-stop, the medicine smelled very bitter, he first tasted the taste of the medicine, to make sure that the prescription was not wrong, and then began to feed it after blowing it cold with a spoon.

But the ignorant Wen Xien couldn't swallow it at all, and a third of the medicine flowed out, Miao Hua was anxious, and in the end he could only cross it mouth-to-mouth.

Miao Huaxiu is ruthless, he never knows what it is, he feeds the medicine just to feed the medicine, in a proper manner, his lips are attached to his lips, just to take the medicine in his mouth, there is no side thoughts, and he will not do superfluous movements, but there is a very wonderful feeling in his heart, swollen, indescribable.

Wen Xien's lips are thin, perhaps because of his poor health, the color is light, originally cold, but he is often bent, which dilutes the coldness, and it looks very soft, and there is a sense of vulnerability that can be ravaged when unconscious.

As long as she drags her chin with her hand a little and puts her fingers on her lips, she will obediently open a little lip slit, faintly revealing her teeth, and her jawline will appear more defined and beautiful.

In the posture of her neck being fed medicine, she is particularly gentle and obedient.

Miao Hua didn't take care of it, fed the medicine and cold compress on time, he stayed by the side, and never left for a moment except when necessary.

At this time, he really realized Wen Xien's fragility, he thought that Wen Xien was just a little unhealthy, but he didn't expect that it was already so bad.

Can just an ordinary wind chill crush her whole person?

So how long does Wen Sheehan have to wait?

Miao Hua looked at Wen Xien's pale and sickly face, his eyes were dark, and the room was full of medicinal smells, which made him a little suffocated.

Open some gaps in the window, the bitter smell of medicine was taken away by the wind that slipped in, he only dared to open a little slit, this wind was cold, Wen Xien was most afraid of the cold.

The rain outside had stopped, and he could see through the cracks the fresh leaves and cheerful sparrows chirping, as well as the brilliant sunset.

Miao Hua cooked a bowl of lean porridge, fed it carefully, and wiped Wen Xien's hands and feet after feeding.

He stayed by the side, changed the towel after a while, and stayed up all night, the day was about to dawn, but Wen Xien still didn't wake up.

Miao Hua's already restless heart became even more restless, his eyebrows revealed a mixture of anxiety and depression, and he pursed his lips and stared at Wen Xien's face.

Touching Wen Xien's forehead, the temperature did not drop at all, and there was no trace of people waking up.

Miao Hua went to find Dr. Zhang again, this was the first time he lowered his head and begged Dr. Zhang to save Wen Xien.

Dr. Zhang sighed, and finally came with the medicine box.

He took out silver needles of different sizes and fines, and looked extremely serious.

Miao Hua watched from the side, and he didn't dare to come out, for fear of disturbing Dr. Zhang.

The sky was slightly bright, Miao Hua stayed by the side, and when he heard the knock on the door of the courtyard, he went out to look.

Guo Zhenfei's hair was messy, his face was ugly, and he hurriedly walked in while pushing the child away, with an anxious look on his face.

When he saw the scene in the room, his tall body was stunned, his eyes were bloodshot, his face lines were hard and sharp, and his eyes were deep, looking a little hideous under the candlelight.

The footsteps subconsciously lightened, Guo Zhenfei looked at the silver needle pierced Wen Xien's body, and his thin lips became tighter and tighter, "Doctor Zhang...... Is it serious? ”

The man's voice is very hoarse, he has been in good health since he was a child, he has hardly had any diseases, even if he is infected with the wind cold, it is good to sleep, and it is generally a very serious illness for him to use silver needles, so he is so frightened.

Dr. Zhang didn't raise his head: "It's very serious, if you don't wake up today, I'm afraid you won't be able to wake up in the future." ”

Guo Zhenfei's face changed, it seemed to be unbelievable, his throat was dry and he couldn't make a sound, so he could only stand stupidly, his pupils dilated.

The light in the room was very dim, so several candles were lit, and before the sun came out, the candles flickered and flickered, and fell into a very strange silence.

Guo Zhenfei tried his best to suppress the frantic heartbeat, and cautiously walked to the bed step by step, a thin figure lay quietly, the candle flame was shining, but it was not dyed with any warm light, only a miserable white, the silver light flashed on it, the tail end of the slender silver needle trembled slightly, the pale skin and flesh faintly rubbed a rouge-like drunken red, and fine beads of sweat oozed from the forehead and ears.

She is still so beautiful, just like a delicate peony flower, from peach to red everywhere, from graceful and strong to withered and scattered.

There is a thrilling despair in every place.

Under the golden jade carvings and Qionghua jade leaves, there is a beautiful and rotten floral fragrance.

She is truly decaying and is dying.

——

Miao Hua stood there like a shadow, half of his face melted into the shadows.

Doctor Zhang sighed, carefully pulled out the silver needles one by one, he didn't stay here for long, and left with a sigh after a few words.

Miao Hua covered Wen Xi'en with the quilt, sat on the small stool next to the bed and held her hand.

This hand seems to have always been cold in his memory, not only the hand, Wen Xien's whole body is cold, like a corpse, the five fingers are like green onions, the roots are slender, the skin is like white fat jade, and there is no strength in the palm of his hand, soft.

(End of chapter)