After saving the pig god, I counterattacked and became the richest man in the village

Chapter 22 022 High fever
"Wake up! Hey, Xiao Lan, wake up quickly."

Zhao Yuanle was a little anxious, and lightly patted Zhao Yuanlan's face with his hands.

Zhao Yuanlan was still not awake, but frowned.

At this moment, Yao'er was leaning against the door, sticking out his little head.

"Sister, why are you beating Miss Sister?"

Zhao Yuanle glanced at Yao'er, then at Zhao Yuanlan who was still awake, got up and walked out, went to the main room, and found her own father.

"Father, Xiaolan has a fever, and no one can wake her up!"

Hearing this, Zhao Ercheng lifted his head from the pillow, and hurriedly said, "Go quickly to the room where the herbs are kept, grab some cinnamon sticks, ginger, dried white peony and jujube, and make a bowl of cinnamon stick soup for her to drink."

Zhao Yuanle hurried into the room where the herbal medicine was kept. Inside was a cabinet along one wall, and there were herbal medicine bags, all of which were pasted with paper, marking what kind of herbal medicine it was.

She hurriedly found all those things, went into the kitchen and lit a fire to make soup.

Yao'er followed him into the kitchen. He looked left and right, then climbed onto the stool by himself, tiptoed and tore off the small handkerchief on the shelf.

After getting the small handkerchief, he swung his short legs to scoop up a spoonful of cold water at the water tank, and finally ran into the room where Zhao Yuanlan slept with the wet handkerchief.

Zhao Yuanlan was still unconscious at this time, but frowned uncomfortably.

Yao'er couldn't help frowning, and stretched out her small hand to touch Zhao Yuanlan's forehead.

"It's so hot."

He exclaimed in a low voice, and quickly put the wet handkerchief on Zhao Yuanlan's forehead, and carefully folded two layers.

After finishing all this, Yao'er lay silently beside the bed, resting her chin on her hands, staring at Zhao Yuanlan intently.

When Zhao Yuanle brought in the cooked cinnamon twig soup, this was what he saw.

She walked over quickly and asked, "Miss, are you awake?"

Yao'er frowned and shook his head, sighing helplessly.

"I can't wake her up."

Seeing the handkerchief on Zhao Yuanlan's forehead, Zhao Yuanle couldn't help but look at Yao'er: "You made it?"

Yao'er nodded: "Well, that's it."

Zhao Yuanle smiled slightly, put the Guizhi soup on the cabinet, squatted down beside the bed, and gently pushed Zhao Yuanlan's shoulder.

"Wake up, get up and drink soup."

Seeing that Zhao Yuanlan didn't respond, Zhao Yuanle increased his strength and voice, and after a while, Zhao Yuanlan finally opened his eyes.

It took Zhao Yuanlan a while to realize that she wanted to speak, but when she opened her mouth, she felt her throat burning.

Zhao Yuanle quickly brought over the Guizhi soup and fed it to her.

"Drink this first, and when you feel better, I will take you to your uncle."

Hearing this, as soon as Zhao Yuanlan finished drinking the soup, she immediately endured the pain and said, "I won't go there, and I won't get an injection even if I die."

Zhao Yuanle: "..."

As soon as Yao'er heard about the injection, she wanted to leave here. As soon as she got up, her feet became numb from squatting for a long time, and she squatted down and fell to the ground, making an ouch.

Zhao Yuanle looked at the two of them: "..."

Zhao Yuanlan stared at Zhao Yuanle pitifully at this moment: "I won't go."

Yao'er also nodded in agreement, got up from the ground, hugged Zhao Yuanlan's head at the head of the bed, and looked at Zhao Yuanle with the same gaze.

Zhao Yuanle: "..."

As for?
She hasn't said anything yet, besides, she doesn't have to get an injection.

In this day and age, western medicines for reducing fever are extremely expensive, and needles are not cheap. Ordinary people may not be willing to spend money on injections.

Zhao Yuanlan and Yao'er just looked at Zhao Yuanle, Zhao Yuanle sighed helplessly: "I think you are quite energetic now, it seems that you don't need injections.

Now take a good rest and see if the fever subsides later. If the fever subsides, nothing will happen. "

Zhao Yuanlan couldn't help asking after hearing the words, "What if the fever doesn't go away?"

Zhao Yuanle smiled slightly: "If the fever doesn't go away, you might become a fool with the fever."

Zhao Yuanlan shivered.

Zhao Yuanle: "I'll make some medicine for you again, you should rest for a while."

Zhao Yuanlan nodded.

Zhao Yuanle looked at Yao'er who was still hugging Zhao Yuanlan's head, and said, "Come over to eat first, and hug after eating."

Only then did Yao'er let go, and followed Zhao Yuanle to the kitchen.

Looking at the steamed eggs, Zhao Yuanle took out a bowl and took half of them out for Zhao Yuanlan.

Yao'er watched helplessly from the side.

Zhao Yuanle smiled and patted his head: "Miss is not feeling well, she wants to eat something good, let's give her more steamed eggs."

Yao'er nodded fiercely, took the spoon and poured the rest into it.

"Give it all to Miss Sister."

Zhao Yuanle nodded in relief: "Well, good brother."

After delivering food to Zhao Yuanlan, Zhao Yuanle brought food to Zhao Ercheng.

Zhao Ercheng told her: "If the fever doesn't subside after a while, find someone to take her to your uncle, so that you don't have a fever."

Zhao Yuanle nodded: "I know."

Listening to the conversation, Yao'er had a lot of doubts in his head.

"A brat?"

he asks.

Zhao Ercheng nodded: "Yes, there are still some who died of fever."

When Yao'er heard this, her small face was full of shock.

After a while here, while Zhao Yuanle was washing the dishes, he suddenly felt the corner of his clothes move.

Yao'er was stretching out his hand to pull the corner of her clothes.

"what happened?"

Zhao Yuanle thought his tone was still very gentle.

Yao'er Wu Liuliu looked directly at her and asked a question.

"Sister, if Miss Sister is burned to death, can she give me her slingshot?"

Zhao Yuanle: "..."

Seeing that Zhao Yuanle was silent, Yaoer asked again: "If you don't give it to me, will you burn it to her then?"

Zhao Yuanle: "..."

Looking at Yao'er's innocent eyes, Zhao Yuanle took a deep breath and said, "The slingshot is mine."

When Yao'er heard this, she was a little disappointed.

The look of disappointment passed quickly, and Yao'er said again: "My little sister will definitely not be burned to death."

The corners of Zhao Yuanle's mouth twitched, but he hesitated to speak.

However, after Zhao Yuanle finished cleaning up, he found that Zhao Yuanlan's body temperature was still very high, and he was not as energetic as when he just woke up.

Yao'er spoke in Zhao Yuanlan's ear, but all he got was a vague voice.

Seeing this, Zhao Yuanle turned around and went to find Zhao Ercheng again.

Zhao Ercheng has nothing to do.

"The effect of this herbal medicine is only this way. Foreign medicine is more useful. I think I'm going to the county. You go to your Uncle Niuer first, tell him to get the cart ready, and then go to the soil and call your third uncle and the others back."

Zhao Yuanle was still a little worried.

"Xiao Lan's fever is too high now, I will make some medicine for her and drink it before going to call someone."

Zhao Ercheng said: "Go and get my wine glass and white wine, beat another egg, mix the egg white and white wine, get a veil to cover it, and paint her whole body."

Zhao Yuanle was stunned for a moment, and then he did as usual.

This series of steps was not difficult, and she got it done quickly.

Zhao Yuanlan seemed to feel better, but her body temperature still didn't drop too much.

But he didn't care about so much anymore, after Zhao Yuanle brought Yao'er to Zhao Ercheng's side, he hurried out to call for someone.

(End of this chapter)