spring cloud warm

Chapter 111

The first sun shines on the eaves, the morning breeze makes the flowers fragrant, and the courtyard is cleaned up early, orderly, but unfortunately the atmosphere is depressing.

Zong Yuxiang got up and washed up and came to his mother to say hello.

Lord Zonghou went to court early in the morning because of important matters in the ministry, and now Zong Yuxiang presided over all family affairs.

"Miss, try to persuade Madam, if you don't eat, the food will be cold again." The eldest maid next to Madam Zong said to Zong Yuxiang with a sad face, "Madam has not eaten twice in the past few days. Rice, I can't stand it!"

As the eldest daughter of the family, Zong Yuxiang has been living in her mother's house since her younger brother's accident.

The second lady, Zong Yuwei, has not been married for less than a month, so it is not good to live in her mother's house for too long.

Zong Yuxiang asked her to go back to live with her husband's house, but only came to visit once a day.

"Take this away! I asked someone to stew japonica rice porridge with snow lotus, without even rock sugar. It will be ready and served in a while, and I will accompany my wife to use some." Zong Yuxiang knew that his mother had no appetite, but he was Iron rice is steel.The younger brother hasn't woken up yet, so he can't let his mother collapse anymore.

The servant girl agreed and withdrew.

Mrs. Zong was sitting in front of the dressing table, and the maid was combing her hair.

"Give me the comb!" Zong Yuxiang took the wooden comb from the maid and combed her mother's hair herself.

Madam Zong used to have almost no gray hair, but now it is half white.

Zong Yuxiang was sad, but he still wanted to make his mother happy: "I heard a magpie call before I got up this morning. This bird is the most spiritual."

Mrs. Zong didn't sleep well at night, her heart was hanging on her son, and she couldn't say it out, so she just said: "Call Ah Nuan over to have dinner together!"

Zong Yuxiang then called his girl: "Follow me to see Ah Nuan."

Jiang Nuan has been here for seven or eight days, and has been taking care of Zong Tianbao.

The Zong family liked her very much at first, and now they are even more grateful and cherish her.

Zong Yuxiang walked up to Jiang Nuan, took her hand and said, "Come with me, and have dinner with my mother. With you by her side, I can always eat some."

Jiang Nuan had just wiped Zong Tianbao's hands and face, and then carefully covered him with a quilt.

Zong Tianbao was injured in the back of his head, and his head was wrapped with thick gauze, which had to be changed every one or two days.

At the beginning, it was the doctor who did it, and then Jiang Nuan did it all.

"Big sister, Tianbao slept soundly last night, and he didn't have a fever anymore." Jiang Nuan shook Zong Yuxiang's hand more forcefully, her hand was warm and full of strength, "Tianbao must be fine, He has no fever, and he will wake up slowly."

"It's really hard work for you, Ah Nuan. If you weren't here, Tianbao might not be able to last this long." Zong Yuxiang knew that even if Zong Tianbao didn't wake up, he must still have some consciousness left.

Jiang Nuan took care of him and talked with him every day, which kept him going.

Jiang Nuan and Zong Yuxiang came to Mrs. Zong's room while talking. To be honest, Mrs. Zong is more emaciated than Zong Tianbao.

The originally rich and smooth face seemed to have aged in his teens or twenties, the bruises under his eyes were as wide as a finger, and the light in his eyes was also dimmed, like two oil lamps that were about to burn out.

She has done everything she can, and now all that remains is to chant scriptures and chant Buddha every day, praying to the gods to bless her son's safety.

"Ah Nuan is here, good boy, come quickly." Mrs. Zong only smiled a little when she saw Jiang Nuan.

Mrs. Zong has seen everything Jiang Nuan has done these days. She is so considerate and meticulous to Zong Tianbao, just like taking care of a baby.

Mrs. Zong has never regretted her past so much in her life.

If he had agreed to his son at the beginning, without considering other things, and only followed his son's willingness, then Zong Tianbao must be fine now.

"Auntie, why don't you eat well?" Jiang Nuan personally handed the spoon to Madam Zong, "Tianbao must be worried when he wakes up and sees that you have lost weight."

Hearing what she said, Mrs. Zong's tears were about to fall. Can her son wake up?
Outside the window, the spring is bright and the peach blossoms are in full bloom, attracting bees and butterflies.

But it made their family even more gloomy and misty, which couldn't be dispelled.

The snow lotus porridge has a unique fragrance, and the heat is just right.

Mrs. Zong took a bite but felt it was thick, so she asked the servant girl to bring hot water to make it thinner.

But I finally drank the whole bowl of porridge.

After dinner, the imperial doctor in the palace also came to ask for pulse.

The emperor knew about Zong Tianbao, and specially ordered the imperial doctor to come for diagnosis and treatment every day.

Zong Yuxiang hurriedly got up to greet her, and Jiang Nuan followed her.

Zong Yuxiang refused to let his mother go, fearing that something bad would happen and his mother would not be able to bear it.

Here, the imperial doctor carefully asked Zong Tianbao for pulse.

The room was so quiet that breathing could be heard, for fear of disturbing the doctor.

After a while, the imperial doctor's hand was removed from Zong Tianbao's wrist.

"Doctor Xuan, let's talk outside." Zong Yuxiang glanced at his brother, although Jiang Nuan fed him some ginseng soup and white fungus soup every day, but he was still so thin that he lost his appearance.

The look on the imperial doctor's face was cloudy and cloudy, and Zong Yuwei's heart was fluctuating.

"Miss, Young Master's condition still hasn't improved significantly." The imperial doctor said with a perplexed expression, "Although the fever is not as severe as before, but the pulse..."

"Doctor Xuan has something to say, just say it straight." Zong Yuxiang's heart was pounding, but his face remained calm.

"To be honest, the young master's pulse seems to be getting weaker and weaker." The imperial doctor bowed his head and said, "In fact, it is very rare for him to survive until now. But now, this medicine is like a stone sinking in the sea, and it can't get up. What is the effect, this is what I am most worried about."

"But is there any other way?" Zong Yuxiang was certainly not reconciled, his younger brother was only 17 years old this year, which was too young.

"My medical skills are limited, so I can only treat it so far." The imperial doctor said, "Maybe other doctors have better methods of treatment. Otherwise, nothing else, just such painstaking effort, I'm afraid it won't last long."

Zong Yuxiang nodded and didn't ask any more questions.

Their family has searched all the doctors they can find, but no one is too sure.

Now even the Imperial Physician Order of the Imperial Hospital says so, it can be seen that most of them are helpless.

After sending the imperial doctor away, Zong Yuxiang couldn't hold on any longer, and slumped down while supporting the table.

"Big sister, don't listen to that imperial doctor," Jiang Nuan said, "Tianbao must be fine."

Of course Zong Yuxiang knew that Jiang Nuan had good intentions, but he couldn't deceive himself too much.

"Call the housekeeper over!" Zong Yuxiang knew that some things had to be prepared, otherwise it would be too late.

"A Nuan, don't tell the master and wife, they don't want to listen to this now." Zong Yuxiang told Jiang Nuan, "You and Tianbao are just engaged, if... if he can't wake up, we will cancel this marriage. I won't delay you any longer."

(End of this chapter)