The Little Cook's Wealthy Counterattack

The afterglow of the sunset dissipated. After eating two cakes, a group of generals with hungry eyes and green light, brushed together and nestled in the military tent. No matter how Guli hurried, Xiao Jiu and four people were indifferent.

After serving the army for dinner, Jiang qianxia looked after the heat during the day. He had no appetite and didn't feel hungry at all. Now he rested, and he felt hot and painful like a charcoal in his stomach.

He made himself a bowl of millet porridge, put on a chopstick of salt and vegetables, and lazily returned to the military tent. Jiang qianxia was scared by a group of hungry wolves and almost threw away all the bowls.

The Yu brothers rushed over with an arrow, first looked into her bowl, didn't see the expected food, and didn't give up looking around Jiang qianxia.

If Guli hadn't kicked them away, the two foolish goods would have wanted to search themselves.

Jiang qianxia glanced at the five of them with millet porridge and waved with great momentum: "there are still a few dishes of cold vegetables and a cage of mutton celery buns left in the kitchen. It's also a waste. Just sweep the bottom."

Before the words fell, five shadows jumped out of the army tent. On the way, they didn't forget to trip each other.

Jiang qianxia chuckled and sat down slowly with millet porridge. He sipped half of it. Although his body still had little strength, his stomach could no longer hold anything.

This state is wrong. She only ate half a piece of scallion cake in the morning all day. She didn't eat any rice during the day. How can she be full only by drinking half a bowl of millet porridge at night?

Feeling the weakness of his body, Jiang qianxia secretly touched a piece of brown sugar in his childhood world and soaked it into water. While he still had strength, he staggered to find a military doctor with the army.

When the five people who wolfed down in the kitchen picked their teeth and returned to the military tent, they saw half a bowl of millet porridge left behind. The little cook who should have yelled for them to cook bath water disappeared.

"Where's Miss Jiang?" Guli turned and asked the guard outside the account.

The pro guard said anxiously, "tell the general that Miss Jiang doesn't seem to be feeling well. She came out shakily after a while. It should be looking for doctor song."

"Not feeling well? Seeing that she is not feeling well, why don't you report it? You can't even send someone to invite Dr. Song!"

Guli asked calmly. The guard opened his mouth and knelt down with a bitter face to ask for punishment.

Lin Yuan waved to the guard and said angrily to Guli, "they are the Lord's guards, and their duty is the Lord's guard. If you dare to leave your duty without permission, you should drag it down and cut it now, instead of being angry here!"

Guli was silent for a moment and sighed to let the pro guard step down. He was the main general, even if he was wrong. But now is not the time to consider the majestic general. The little cook doesn't know what's going on.

"Brother, let's go and have a look. If sister qianxia is really ill, what shall we eat tomorrow?"

Yu Cai pulled the rest of his life with a dignified face. The two brothers had no worries at all. They rushed to the military medical camp.

Lin Yuan was stunned for a moment, shook out his fan, shook it twice, and said with a smile, "we haven't been rude yet. Xiao Sheng is worried about Miss Jiang anyway. I'll visit one or two now."

Seeing that his brother ran half at once, Guli could no longer sit still and catch up with Xiao Jiu who had run far away. His heart was full of the pale little face of the little cook just now.

In the medical account, Jiang qianxia was half lying on the hospital bed. Song Fuwen, with a trace of banditry on his body, focused on her pulse and confirmed it one by one.

The Yu brothers rushed in wrapped in the wind. Before they could make a sound, song Fuwen pointed to the account door and shouted, "get out."

The two brothers rolled out without saying a word.

Jiang qianxia was stunned. Pointing to the still shaking curtain, he couldn't speak. He could only worship song Fuwen with admiration.

After lifting his eyelids, song Fuwen held his shelf and said, "this is the army. I am a military doctor. Their lives are in Lao Tzu's hands. Understand?"

Nodding deeply convinced, Jiang qianxia frowned and said, "doctor song, I seem to have heatstroke, dizziness, nausea, no appetite, a little dehydration and no strength."

"... you can do medicine, too?" Song Fuwen was stunned and asked with an eyebrow.

"Doctor song joked. This is common sense..."

She's been lying on the grain truck all day and hasn't walked. Now she's uncomfortable. What else can she be except heatstroke?

According to her idea, that is to come to the military doctor to find something to relieve the summer heat, such as wild mint, expel wind and heat, detoxify and extinguish fire. When the balm is rubbed a little to refresh, and then drink some normal saline mixed with salt and sugar, it's almost enough to sleep for one night.

But song Fuwen seemed to take heat stroke seriously. With a calm face, he put her hand back into the thin blanket. With a move, a medicine boy immediately ran over and bowed down to wait for orders.

"Fry a cold medicine to relieve heat and anger, and boil three bowls of water into one bowl."

The medicine boy nodded seriously and retreated to one side. Jiang qianxia looked blankly at him. He grabbed handfuls of various herbs from the medicine bag and piled a bowl full. He turned back to song Fuwen to check. After there was no problem, he wrapped it in gauze and stuffed it in the medicine can and went out to boil medicine.

Jiang qianxia wanted to say that he should not need such medicine for not very serious heatstroke, but in the twinkling of an eye, after all, he was in ancient times when medical treatment was extremely backward. It was better to listen to the doctor's words, so he had to lie down and be a patient who kept himself in line.

Song Fuwen was very satisfied with her knowledge and interest. He coughed and said to the outside of the account, "Why are you blocking the door? Come in if you want to enter. The smell on his body is blowing in along the wind."

"You can't say that. They stink if they stink. General Ben takes a bath every day."

Xiao Jiu jumped in with a smile and looked in front of Jiang qianxia. He was worried and said, "are you okay? Why is your face whiter than paper?"

Jiang qianxia smiled and just wanted to say that he had no big problem, he heard song Fuwen snort coldly and said forcefully, "it's okay? Come later, you're ready to collect her body!"

Guli was so scared that he almost knelt down when he walked. The others didn't have a good face. They stared at Song Fuwen with a damn expression.

Don't talk about them. Even Jiang qianxia was frightened. How could a good heatstroke fall to the point of being collected? Is there any hidden disease she doesn't know?

"What happened to her." Guli calmed down and asked in a deep voice.

"The summer heat enters the body and looks at its complexion. It's not far from entering the head. If you get there, you know what will happen."

Song Fuwen's words made the five people stiff again.

Of course, they know that there are discount standards in the army. Especially in winter and summer, the discount standards can be raised.

There are not a few people who die from cold, fever, cough and pneumonia in winter. The same is true in midsummer. There are also people who die after fainting after heatstroke!

When Guli went on his first expedition, he saw a fellow robe walking with his own eyes. He suddenly fell to the side and never woke up again

Seeing that the five people were frightened, song Fuwen snorted and said, "fortunately, she still knows some medical skills. When she found that she was wrong, she came to me immediately. The medicine boy has gone to decoct the medicine. If she eats it in time, it should be all right."

Qi Shushu breathed a sigh of relief. Xiao Jiu ignored the etiquette, sat down on Jiang qianxia's hospital bed and complained, "why don't you tell us?"

Guli walked over quickly and looked down at Jiang qianxia, who looked more petite in his blanket. He wanted to say something heavy, but his voice came out, but it became incomparably gentle.

"I'll send someone to make a simple carriage tonight. You can ride alone. Don't squeeze with the grain bag. If you still feel uncomfortable, call someone in time."

Jiang qianxia nodded. Seeing the medicine boy coming in with black medicine juice, he struggled to sit up, took the small bowl, pinched his nose and drank it.

The medicine was sour and bitter. He retched twice. Jiang qianxia's mouth was stuffed with a salt plum by song Fuwen. His sour little face was wrinkled into a ball, and the smell of the medicine was pressed down.

"All right, take her back to the military tent. It's more spacious there. If there's anything else in the evening, just send someone to call me in time."

Without saying a word, Guli wrapped Jiang qianxia in a blanket and took him away.

Lin Yuan and Xiao Jiu, who had just run to the stretcher, looked silly. The two brothers of the Yu family didn't think there was anything wrong. They followed happily.

Being held in Guli's arms, Jiang qianxia grabbed his clothes and robes in a panic. It was clear that the female man who was used to hanging shoulder to shoulder with his friends in modern times could not stop a fever on his face.

Returning to the military tent, Guli gently put it on the big bed. Jiang qianxia was relieved and saw Guli resist his desk on the other side of the curtain.

"You sleep at ease. I'll try not to disturb you."

Guli said calmly, but the hanging brush has dropped an ink dot on the paper.

Jiang qianxia's voice was like that of flies and mosquitoes. He pulled up a thin blanket to cover his head. He twisted like a caterpillar and dared not move.

When he was almost asleep, Jiang qianxia suddenly felt a stomach ache like a knife, and a cold sweat came down in an instant.