Divine Doctor and Farmer's Girl: Buy a husband to farm

Chapter 811
Feeling anxious, she hurried back.

Bai Su quickly supported her: "Madam, please slow down."

In less than three months, she was even more nervous than Su Qinghuan.

She was very happy to hear that he was a brother.

The eldest son is one, and he is really weak. Su Qinghuan should have a few more sons.Anyway, such a huge family business, even if there are ten or eight children, they can still be divided.Brothers support each other more than anything else.

Su Qinghuan didn't know what was going on in her heart, she was only worried about Lu Qi, so she hurried back, not knowing that her hair was messed up by plum branches along the way.

Bai Zhi was terrified, and said: "Ma'am, it's the servant who didn't make it clear. The general is fine, but he just said that he has a headache and wants to rest. It's nothing serious. Don't panic."

Su Qinghuan walked quickly with her head down, like the wind blowing from the soles of her feet.

"Hey," Lu Qi lay on the bed and stretched out his hand to Su Qinghuan, "Why are you in such a hurry, you're sweating."

There was a doting smile on his face, as usual.

Su Qinghuan breathed a sigh of relief, and under Bai Su's service, she took off her outer clothes, stretched out her hand to smooth the broken hair by her ear, and said with a smile, "I heard that you have a headache, how is it now?"

"much better."

Su Qinghuan asked Bai Su and Bai Zhi to go down, and she stepped forward to hold his hand, feeling the warmth and firmness from his palm, and seeing how energetic he was, she felt that she was too nervous.

"I'll try to check your pulse."

"Yeah." Lu Qi put his hand next to the bed, "Yo Yo, I saw a man in the barracks today, his back looked like an old friend, but I couldn't remember the name of the old man. After thinking about it hard, I felt a splitting headache , so come back and rest first."

While taking his pulse, Su Qinghuan said: "It's not uncommon to forget the name of an old person, so why bother yourself to remember it? Can't you just ask someone?"

Judging from the pulse condition, Lu Qi is no different from when he was injured, there is still congestion that has not been absorbed.

But the situation has improved a lot, the congestion should be less, but it is still uncontrollable.

Other than that, nothing abnormal can be seen.

This is the thing that makes Su Qinghuan the most uncertain.

The power of a doctor is limited, and he is helpless in the face of some diseases and cannot predict their development.

Unfortunately, Lu Qi is like this.

This is her heart disease these days, and she dare not mention it to others, so she can only comfort herself silently—survive a catastrophe, survive the catastrophe, this is a great gift from God.Don't think so much, everything will be arranged for the best.

But running away blindly won't solve the problem after all.

Whether the congestion will dissipate, and whether it will move to other places and have a greater impact if it dissipates, there is no way of knowing.

"It was the yamen servant who cleared up the relationship and sent me to you." Lu Qi frowned, "What's his name?"

Su Qinghuan subconsciously thought that he was asking about the yamen servant surnamed Sun, and said, "I don't remember either, but I vaguely remember that Song Dashan called him 'Brother Sun'."

This kind of not remembering is too normal, after all, there are almost no people who will meet in the future.

She didn't think about Song Dashan at all, because Song Dashan ate at the same table with Lu Qi several times in the village after Lu Qi was with her, and Song Dashan was arrested because of them. The imprints are deep enough, even though it has been nearly ten years, this "matchmaker", Su Qinghuan feels that Lu Qi is the same as himself, and he will never forget it.

But Lu Qi said: "Song Dashan, so his name is Song Dashan."

Su Qinghuan was stunned.

What Lu Qi doesn't remember is Song Dashan? !

Lu Qi frowned, reached out and rubbed his temples: "Yo Yo, my head hurts a little."

Su Qinghuan hurriedly suppressed the complicated thoughts in her heart, and tried her best to smile: "Don't think about it, he is just a small person, and after so long, it's normal not to remember it."

"Well, you lie down with me."

"Okay." Su Qinghuan took off her shoes, lay down in his arms, and said, "Rest well, don't think about these things."

Lu Qi agreed, but quickly asked again: "Did Song Dashan marry a wife and have children?"

With a heavy heart, Su Qinghuan said, "I married a shrew, and I didn't get along well with her mother. Sanhua became a monk, and gave Dahuan the pair of twins she gave birth to."

These words are a temptation, but the result of the test is not satisfactory.

"Who is Sanhua?"

Su Qinghuan almost cried.

Lin Sanhua is her best friend. Even if Song Dashan didn't mention it later, she and Lin Sanhua communicated, but she never kept it from Lu Qi. Sometimes she complained to him, worrying about Lin Sanhua's life with the ancient Buddha tough.

Even last year, when she painted portraits of Bai Zhou and Jing Shu for Lin Sanhua, Lu Qi still felt that her eyes were not vivid enough, so he held her hand behind his back and taught her to paint.

She still remembered his broad arms, the smile that echoed in his chest, and how he couldn't hold back later, picked her up and threw her on the bed... How could he forget?
Su Qinghuan suppressed the sadness in her heart, forced a smile, and said lightly: "Lin Sanhua, that's the girl who was forced to marry by my grandmother and came to inform me."

"Oh, yes, it's her, Lin Sanhua." Lu Qi nodded.

"You remember?"

"Well, I have a vague impression." Lu Qi frowned even more, unable to think any further, "Yo Yo, I have a terrible headache, you should prescribe some medicine for me, and I'll probably be fine after taking a nap. "

"Okay." Su Qinghuan agreed, went to the table, rubbed the ink with trembling hands and wrote down the prescription for calming the nerves.

In the past, Lu Qi would definitely have noticed her abnormality; but today, he closed his eyes, rubbed his temples vigorously, and didn't look at her at all.

The sedative medicine was quickly decocted and delivered. Su Qinghuan fed Lu Qi a drink, watched him slowly fall asleep, and sat beside him for a long time.

If she guessed correctly, Lu Qi is beginning to forget some things now, whether it is temporary or...permanent?

The brain is the most complex and miraculous structure. Even modern medicine cannot confirm the geometry and location of the impact of congestion on the brain.

In the worst case, what if Lu Qi's IQ deteriorates?
Su Qinghuan didn't dare to imagine, she was so upset.

"Bai Su, go and find the prince." Su Qinghuan stood up after sitting for a long time, and opened the curtain and said.

Seeing her red eye circles, as if she had cried, Bai Su was taken aback: "Ma'am, what's wrong?"

Could it be that the general and his wife got angry?
"It's okay, the sand has blinded my eyes." Su Qinghuan said, "Tell Shizi, there is nothing important, but I need to discuss some trivial matters with him."

"Yes." Bai Su left worriedly.

Less than an hour later, Shizi hurried back on horseback.

"Mother, what's the matter?" Shizi is very smart, although Bai Su told him that there is no urgent matter, but when Su Qinghuan called him at this hour, he instinctively felt that something was wrong.

(End of this chapter)