The peasant husband is a squeamish bag

Chapter 147 Luo Jia is sick
After wandering home again, the sky was already bright, and it was a full night of tossing.

At the door, a boy in a fiery red cloak was holding an umbrella and sitting in a wheelchair. Under the eaves was Luo Jia.

Luo Jia stood at the door, watching Yun Cheng's figure from far to near, and quickly slid the wheelchair over, raising his hand to the top of Yun Cheng's head with difficulty: "The clothes are all wet, I boiled hot water, go take a bath quickly .”

"Drink some hot soup later, the kang is also on fire, you go to the bed to warm up."

Luo Jia touched Yun Cheng's hand and found it was bitingly cold.

"It's so cold, don't let it be the wind and cold." Luo Jia looked at Yun Cheng's face, worried.

"Cough cough..." Luo Jia coughed a few times as he said, the cough was a bit severe, and his face was flushed.

Yun Cheng walked into the room, Luo Jia's hands weren't very hot just now, so he asked, "How long have you been standing outside?"

Jin Xiaoxi was sweeping snow in the yard, and the thick snow piled up together. Hearing Yun Cheng's question, he quickly replied: "Luo Jia woke up very early. When I was still asleep, I heard something in the kitchen. Still, the hot water has been boiled dry, and it’s still being added.”

"The fire in the pot never stopped, and then I went to wait for you at the door."

Jin Xiaoxi clicked his tongue twice, what kind of fairy feeling is this, how come he doesn't have it.

"I'm fine, cough cough..."

"Yun Cheng, go and clean up quickly." Luo Jia's complexion was a little pale, he didn't say it now, his knees were finally warm, and now something is cold, terribly cold, with secret pain feel.

There is no temperature in the whole body, and Luo Jia still feels a little heavy in the head.

Yun Cheng picked up Luo Jia and went back to the room, and threw him into the tub: "You take it off, or should I take it off for you?"

Luo Jia's pale face turned bloody instantly: "You..."

"Yuncheng. I want you to wash it, not me!"

Yun Cheng took off his wet cloak and threw it on the ground: "That's why I helped you take it off."

Yun Cheng rolled up his sleeves and stepped forward, Luo Jia quickly hugged his clothes, blushing: "You!!"

"Yuncheng, this is not a joke, you have to take a shower quickly, or you will have a cold, cough cough..."

There was another heart-piercing cough, and the coughing Yun Cheng looked at Luo Jia, as if he was about to lose his breath and coughed to death.

Yun Cheng pressed Luo Jia's hand and placed it on his forehead: "I'll give you a moment to take it off by yourself."

"When I come back from fetching water, if I haven't taken it off, then I will do it myself."

Only then did Luo Jia realize that he had a fever.

The hotness on the forehead is obviously not the normal temperature.

"But……"

Yuncheng also needs to take a bath now.

"I'll wash after you wash."

Roca was relieved.

Going out to get hot water, the little black face asked Yun Cheng curiously: 【Master, are you caring about the little white face? 】

Yun Cheng sneered, and asked without answering: "You know, how much is the medicine I gave him to recuperate his body?"

The little black face instantly burst into tears and stopped talking.

Because Luo Jia's body is weak, coupled with chronic illnesses, Yun Cheng gave Luo Jia recuperation, and the medicinal materials could not be used if they were too violent, and the warming ones had to be effective quickly, all of which were expensive medicinal materials.

Not only does it cost money, some medicinal materials are not old enough, and they have to be born with the spiritual power of Yuncheng.

A waste of medicinal materials, but also a waste of spiritual energy.

In this way, a pair of medicine is nearly a thousand taels.

Concerned about Roja?It's better to say that you care about money!
If Luo Jia gets seriously ill again, all the previous money will be wasted.

(End of this chapter)