The West Wind is a song that leaves people mourning

Chapter 109 Careful Care
After all, it was a major matter concerning the whole village, no matter how stubborn Lao Yao was, he didn't dare to delay, so he hurriedly left the house, and brought in a bowl after a while.

"Why so fast? What is it? Is it really useful?" Lao Zhang nervously leaned forward, but saw that the cracked pottery bowl was filled with water full of plant ashes, and he could still smell alcohol faintly.

Old Zhang exclaimed, "Isn't this plant ash?"

The old boss Yao stared, "What's wrong with the plant ash, my old man doesn't give it to ordinary people!"

Old Zhang choked, and looked back at being tightly covered on the bed, Gu Yunlan's pale face from the high fever, he didn't know if he could survive until he returned to the city.

He really had no other choice but to compromise and ask, "Are you sure it can be cured?"

Old Yao rolled his eyes, "I only care about the treatment, regardless of whether it can be done or not."

Lao Zhang was almost pissed off by these words, and was about to explode when another gust of cold wind poured into the thatched cottage. He looked over instinctively, and saw two people standing one behind the other at the door.

He fixed his eyes on Murong Qian, who was dressed in a cheongsam and a flowered jacket, and was both happy and sad. He walked forward and said, "Miss Murong has found you. If I can't find you again, this is a good time." The boy is either crazy or dead."

Murong Qian couldn't describe her mood at the moment, she hated Gu Yunlan who repeatedly persecuted her, but she couldn't say she hated it, let alone the old man in front of her who had helped her several times.

She nodded politely and smiled, and asked, "How is he?"

When Lao Zhang heard this, he covered his face and began to cry dryly, "I have to come here even though I'm sick. I don't know if I can handle this."

As he said that, he cried and stared at old Yao, "And this damn old man, I don't know if he will see a doctor, but after a long time, he brought a bowl of plant ash."

Murong Qian glanced past Lao Zhang and looked at Gu Yunlan who was lying on the bed. He saw his delicate, pear-like, well-defined handsome face, with a sticky and sick look, like a beautiful jade that would crack at any time and could never recover. .

She said, "I see, you guys get out!"

Seeing that Murong Qian had a well-thought-out appearance, Lao Zhang was slightly pleased, "Miss Murong, can you do it?"

Murong lowered his eyes slightly, and the crow's eyelashes cast a faint shadow under his eyes, covering the emotions in his eyes, "I have aspirin on me, although I don't know if it will help, but it should be more reassuring than plant ash."

Others didn't know about aspirin, a western medicine, but Uncle Zhang swept away the gloom and said happily, "I know this medicine. This kid often takes it. I'll go get some water."

Gu Dashuai's son's life is now related to the survival of Niutou Village, and Lao Zhang would not need to do such a trivial matter as carrying water. Wan Hu had already yelled at Gouwa and Xiwa who were surrounded outside.

Old Zhang was fine, so he muttered curiously again, "Miss Murong, how come there is aspirin on him!"

Murong smiled slightly, but did not answer, raised his hand to take the water brought up by Xiwa, and said, "There are too many people and the air is not good, as long as I am inside, you all go to your own business!"

Old Zhang thought that if Gu Yunlan knew that Murong Qian was taking care of him personally, he would probably be crazy with joy, so he responded repeatedly, and drove out all the curious and doubtful people.

He stayed outside the house and listened to Murong Qian's order to prepare cold and hot water.

Gu Yunlan was in a daze, only feeling that someone had re-covered the heavy quilt that was tucked into his neck, his forehead was cold and hot, and the back of a soft hand was pressed against his forehead and cheek from time to time.

He wanted to open his eyes to see who was beside his bed, but he couldn't open his eyes, and with the strength of the medicine, he became more and more drowsy.

So, he had that dream for a long time.

(End of this chapter)