Whether fever and painkillers work depends on the physical condition of the old lady.

Therefore, the next night is a crucial night, and someone must be at the bedside to observe the situation at all times.

The children of the Zhou family have different hearts, and even the personal maid Aunt Fang is not a trustworthy person.

So, Song Che called Zhou Yazhao into the side room and asked her to keep vigil for the old lady with Shen Wenjun.

The reason why Zhou Yazhao is not welcomed in the Zhou family is mostly because of her identity as a concubine, and the person who cares most about this identity is precisely the old lady lying on the bed.

Now that the old lady is critically ill, let the concubine take care of her carefully regardless of her past suspicions, presumably from now on, Zhou Yazhao will be much better off at home.

"After the normal effect of the drug, the old lady will be sleepy, and at the same time will be hot and sweaty, at this time first wipe the body with a hot towel, and then use an ice towel to cool the forehead, if you kick the quilt, you must cover it back, especially the soles of the feet, you must not get cold......

Song Che gave a careful admonition, and then exited the side room. At this time, all the relatives waiting outside the door surrounded them, and the first to ask was Zheng Xiu'e:

"How? How is the old lady? Is it okay? ”

"Don't worry, as long as the old lady can survive tonight, tomorrow will definitely be alive," Song Che said again: "Right now, the old lady has slept quietly, and it is unbearable to be disturbed by the noise, if you are tired, you can go back to rest first, and Wen Jun and my aunt will accompany the bed tonight." ”

"The two young ladies are daughters, where will they serve people, or let me go in and take care of them together, right?" Aunt Fang said that she was about to enter the house.

Song Che stretched out his hand and stopped Aunt Fang, "Aunt Fang has been by the old lady's side every day these days, she must be tired, so let's go down and rest?" ”

"Oh, it's okay, we'll be the next people—"

"No, you don't." Song Che resolutely spit out two words.

Aunt Fang didn't have a good face, "If you don't take care of it, if the old lady has any mistakes, you have to be responsible!" ”

Song Che said indifferently: "Naturally. ”

Aunt Fang snorted and left.

The two twin brothers in the second room were already impatient, and the cousin in the big room was frail and sickly, and he also left with the support of his wife.

Zheng Xiu'e held on for a while, but finally couldn't bear to leave.

Sun Chunxue stayed until the evening before leaving.

Now only Song Che and Dafang's daughter Zhou Hui and her husband Tang Wen are left in the Buddhist hall.

"Cousin, cousin-in-law, it's night, why don't you go back to rest?" Song Che asked.

Zhou Hui sighed: "Grandma loves me a lot, now that I have married out of the family, I have gathered less and left more, it is rare to fulfill filial piety these days, and it is nothing to wait for a while." If grandma is blessed and can survive this, thank God, if she really can't survive, I ...... I...... Also look at her one last look. ”

The love is naturally strong in the depths, and the deep love is extremely tearful.

Tang Wen hugged his wife into his arms and comforted him in a low voice: "Grandma will be fine......"

Throughout the ages, most of those who married out knew filial piety better than those who stayed at home.

After nightfall, the big house and the second house girl came to visit several times. The second uncle Zhou Gui also showed his face, his body was bloated, and he looked like he was lacking in qi, he only glanced at the old lady outside through the door curtain, and left in a hurry.

The strange thing is that the most famous three-room father and son of the Zhou family have not appeared for a long time.

In the first half of the night, the effect of the medicine gradually set in, the old lady finally opened is sweating, Shen Wenjun and Zhou Yazhao were very busy, wiping their bodies and changing the bedding, and after taking care of it, sweat also shed a lot.

Fortunately, God's will, the old lady's face was red for four days and four nights, and finally faded, her head was not so swollen, her waist was not so painful, and her heart rate gradually returned to normal.

"I want to make a pot of nutritious porridge for my grandmother, but I can't find where to go to the dining room, auntie, will you show me the way?" Song Che poked his head into the room to greet him.

Zhou Yazhao nodded, washed his hands, and left with Song Che.

Dead.

Before the flower, the moon is down.

Zhou Yazhao couldn't speak, and she couldn't understand gesticulating, so Song Che could only follow her quietly.

Deaf and dumb, deaf and dumb, deaf and dumb are like "difficult brothers", many people who are born mute are deaf, and those who are born deaf are basically mute.

Zhou Yazhao's hearing is fine, but his mouth can't speak, which is very likely to be caused by the day after tomorrow.

Acquired loss of voice, either sick or beaten. If you are sick, most of it is meningitis, commonly known as burning out the brain, if the brain is broken, people will definitely be demented, but you can see that her intelligence is no problem at all.

No matter how bad she is, she is also the eldest lady of the Zhou family, she shouldn't have been beaten by anyone, right?

Does she not have a tongue?

Or is her vocal cord broken?

Alas...... Born so stunning and beautiful, how can he be a dumb person?

Inadvertently, the dining room arrived.

"You are in charge of lighting the fire, and I am in charge of cooking porridge." Song Che instructed, and began to look for ingredients in the kitchen first.

Hangzhou Linhai, there are a lot of seafood in the kitchen, he took a fish, half a catty of shrimp, and was about to blanch and peel the shell as a child, but Zhou Yazhao hurriedly grabbed him and quickly signed up.

Song Che raised his eyebrows and was puzzled, and after watching it for a long time, he realized the meaning from the action of "folding his hands together" to worship the Buddha, "Are you saying that the old lady is a vegetarian and does not eat meat?" ”

Zhou Yazhao nodded again and again.

Song Che smiled and waved his hand: "For a person with a weak body, eating meat is the best nourishment, this fish and shrimp are all white meat, not meat." ”

Zhou Yazhao tried to persuade again, but seeing that Song Che was unmoved, he stomped his feet and sat back by the stove.

This Aunt Zhou is really similar to her niece Shen, and she likes to stomp her feet when she is in a hurry.

Song Che takes the fish tenderloin, chops it together with the peeled shrimp meat, and then puts it in a casserole with diced vegetables, first boils over low heat, then simmers until viscous, and finally adds salt and sugar, so that a pot of nutritious rice porridge full of electrolytes is made.

Taking advantage of the leisure time of making porridge, Song Che took a turn in the dining room, and finally found a pile of medicinal residue in the slag hopper containing rotten vegetable leaves, and he took a small urn and put the medicinal residue in it.

He wanted to see what Langzhong was and what kind of medicine he was dispensing, and he couldn't get rid of the fever after taking it for four days.

Zhou Yazhao sat quietly behind the fire, taking in Song Che's actions, and his face was still calm.

Song Che stuffed the small urn into his sleeve, turned around and walked to the door of the dining room, poked left and right, and confirmed that there was no one around, before closing the door.

He tiptoed back to the stove and sat down next to Zhou Yazhao.

Zhou Yazhao subconsciously held the tongs, moved the stool out, and looked at Song Che suspiciously.

"Auntie, don't misunderstand, I was afraid that the wall would have ears, so I deliberately closed the door," Song Che asked in a low voice: "I deliberately called you out to ask you for a name-

Do you know, in this Zhou family, who is nicknamed 'Zhou Papi'? ”

As soon as this question came out, the delicate body was shocked.