A Story of a Little Village Girl Getting Rich

Chapter 3 Fever (1)
The thick one on the top filled half a bowl like water, and I fed it slowly.If he is done well, the sun will be westward for the family of three after lunch.

After eating, Miao Xiaocao went to the room to see him again, her face was flushed, and she touched his temple: It's over, this guy has a fever.

"Father, come and take a look, why does he seem to have a fever?" Miao Xiaocao yelled loudly in the room.

Miao Da heard the sound and rushed over to take a look, hehe, good fellow, his complexion is extremely flushed, and he really has a fever.

"It depends on his fortune now. It would be better if he landed in the town, but we can only wait if he landed in Miaojia Village. If he can survive it, he may be able to recover. If he can't survive the fever, he can only wait. Dead. Let’s see tonight.” Miao Da sighed slightly.

Miao Xiaocao looked at the big living man lying on the bed, and felt very anxious, but in this world with limited resources, she could only find ways to cool him down.

Called a basin of warm water, mixed it with daddy's white wine, and wiped his back and palms and soles with a towel repeatedly.

After dinner, his fever seemed to be getting worse, and his face and body were extremely hot.

"Father, you and mother go to sleep in my room. I'll watch him here." Miao Xiaocao kept changing cold towels for him.

"Let dad come, you and your mother go to sleep." Miao Dacai was reluctant to let his daughter be troubled.

"No, you guys go to sleep. Even if I go to sleep, I will definitely not sleep well. It's better to stay by his side. I will call you when I get sleepy." Miao Xiaocao is a stubborn girl.

Miao Da had no choice but to compromise, and took the little grass girl to sleep.

The dim sesame oil lamp, turned the wick, and it became brighter. Seeing that his hair was straightened, he took the comb, combed his hair all behind his head, and tied it on the top of his head, so that he could not sleep.

Throughout the first half of the night, Miao Xiaocao had been cleaning his body and changing cold compresses for him.He seemed better by the second half of the night.Xiaocao also relaxed her vigilance, the sleepy insects attacked, and she dozed off with her elbows on the edge of the bed.

"Water...water..." The hoarse raving made Xiaocao wake up all of a sudden.

"What? What did you say? Are you awake?" Xiaocao approached him happily and asked.

"Water...water...water...."

This time I heard it clearly, I need to drink water, maybe I have a fever, and I am thirsty.

He quickly got up and came to the water, supported his head with one hand, held it up slightly, and put the water glass to his mouth with the other hand.

It seemed that he was really thirsty, and when he came across water, he gulped and drank it. After finishing a big glass, he stretched out his tongue and licked his lips, his eyes were closed from beginning to end.

"Hey, are you awake? How do you feel? Can you hear me?" Xiaocao put the cup down, took the towel next to him and wiped his mouth and asked.

What answered her was his breathing besides his breathing.

"Grandma, bear, sister, I worked hard to save you, and I didn't even say a word. When you get better, let's see how I will deal with you! Small sample!" Xiaocao said to herself, put down the cup, and changed the cold towel for a moment.

The water on the mountain was still very cold, and Xiaocao's hands were also icy cold after putting away the towel.Wipe him again with water mixed with alcohol.Don't worry, just wipe slowly and carefully.

During the day, I really didn't realize that this guy's hands are actually pretty, with slender fingers, and the back of his hand is slippery to the touch.The right palm is quite rough.I don't know what's going on with him, but his clothes should be better.

Could it be a rich second generation left behind by the people?The second generation of the official is also fine, save him, and when he gets better and goes home or his family finds them and sends them boxes and boxes of gold and silver, then parents don't have to work, and there are maids serving them every day, wanting to eat Eat whatever you want, drink whatever you want... Looking at the person on the bed with a smile on the corner of her mouth, Miao Xiaocao's powerful imagination kept playing.

(End of this chapter)