Warlord's darling: medical concubine against the sky

The little boy was still asleep and seven didn't wake up.

Deputy Fang leaned over and stretched out his palm to explore the child's forehead.

He touched his forehead with his other hand.

Suddenly there was a surprised look, "eh? It doesn't seem to burn?"

"Really?"

The other soldiers leaned over excitedly.

They took care of the child day and night together, more or less with some feelings, and were very concerned about the child's condition.

"I don't think it's burning. Come and try?" deputy general Fang was not very sure and gave way.

His men hurriedly pushed over. As soon as they stretched out their hands, they were beaten hard before they met the child!

The soldiers shouted, "Ow! What are you doing, boss!"

Deputy general Fang was a little embarrassed. "It's all right. I'll just come. Don't all gather here."

He just remembered that the child was infected with the plague. He can touch it himself. Don't let his men touch his forehead one by one. Isn't that impatient.

His men covered the back of their red hands. At first, they didn't understand it. Instead, the soldiers with vivid brains understood it.

He hurried away his partners and explained the reason to them.

So when the soldiers who were still resentful looked at each deputy general of the DPRK, their eyes became special admiration, admiration and sympathy. In short, they were the same as their old father.

Deputy general Fang was flustered by the eyes of his subordinates. Because the little boy was nearby, it was difficult to bring the group of boys to ask.

He could only turn his head, out of sight, and put on what he thought was the kindest smile.

The little boy gave a slap in his smile!

Deputy general Fang's smile stiffened and wiped his face.

Forgive him, an old man who has been on the battlefield for many years. It's difficult to put on an expression suitable for getting along with children.

When he looked up again, he had returned to his usual appearance, "do you feel better? Are you hungry?"

The little boy adapted much better to his present expression, nodded and shook his head.

Deputy general Fang was confused, "aren't you hungry?"

The little boy didn't speak. His eyes glanced around, as if he were looking for something.

Just then, Luo Yunran came over, "Yo, wake up?"

She carried a bowl of steaming millet porridge in her hand.

The little boy's eyes were straight. He stared at the bowl of porridge and swallowed a big mouthful of saliva.

"Miss Luo!" deputy general Fang quickly stood up. "I've just seen it. The child seems to have a fever now."

Luo Yunran nodded, took the bowl of porridge to the little boy's hand, and stretched out his hand to explore the child's forehead.

Sure enough, the heat has subsided. The little boy's face is now pale, and the previous abnormal red has basically disappeared.

As soon as he reached the bowl, he immediately buried his head.

"Eat slowly. You haven't eaten for a long time. Eating too much at once will burden your intestines and stomach." Luo Yunran didn't even have time to pass him the spoon in his other hand. The little boy just picked up the bowl and drank it.

Deputy general Fang quickly and forcefully grabbed the little boy's bowl.

The little boy who was robbed of his food was like a frightened rabbit. His eyes were red and looked at deputy general Fang. For a moment, deputy general Fang felt like some heinous villain.

With a hard heart, he took the bowl in one hand and the spoon in the other, then dug a spoon, cooled it, and then fed it to the little boy's mouth, "eat."

This dry word is quite threatening.

The little boy immediately became honest. He didn't dare to drink with a bowl like before. He fed a spoonful and ate a spoonful. In this way, he really controlled the speed of eating.

Luo Yunran looked for a while and said hello to the other deputy general, "please watch him here. I'll fry today's medicine."

"OK, Miss Luo, don't worry!" deputy general Fang promised, but his eyes couldn't stop staring at Luo Yunran, looking like he wanted to talk and stop.

Even the action of feeding porridge stopped. The hungry little boy looked at it, but he didn't dare to speak.

Luo Yun ran raised his eyebrows. "Vice general Fang has something to say?"

Deputy general Fang coughed and looked a little tangled.

Luo Yun ran said, "it's all right. What do you want to say, but it doesn't matter."

Deputy general fang had some confidence and looked at Luo Yunran, "I just want to ask, how's the child's disease...?"

After all, it's a plague. It's only been a day and a night. It's too difficult to cure Miss Luo immediately.

But deputy general Fang saw that the little boy seemed much better than yesterday, so he couldn't help asking.

Luo Yun ran nodded faintly, "it's a dangerous period. Take good care of it for a while."

Deputy general Fang's eyes widened, "after a period of time... What?"

Can you live for a while, or

"After?" Luo Yun ran frowned. "After that, I can't manage it."

Sure enough.

Vice general Fang's newly raised hope suddenly fell back to the bottom of the valley.

He said, plague is not that easy.

Just at this time, I heard another sentence from Luo Yunran, "pay attention to isolation and don't let him get close to those plague patients. It's not easy to save them if they catch another disease."

Deputy general Fang suddenly looked up!

Luo Yunran had already left. She asked several soldiers to help her. She said she wanted to decoct medicine together and counted everyone's share.

In this way, a big iron pot is too slow, and there are not enough herbs.

So he was busy to say hello to the camp.

The arm was touched gently, and the trance deputy general Fang regained some consciousness.

The little boy's eager eyes looked at him and at the bowl of porridge in his hand.

Deputy general Fang blushed with embarrassment and quickly dug a spoon and handed it to the little boy.

The refugees also woke up again and again. They were ill and couldn't sleep well at all. That night, they squinted intermittently, which would wake up the army and make them even more sleepless.

The sun is rising on a new day. No matter how late it is, these people should make decisions about them.

Is today the last sun they see?

Zhangjiahang looked up at the East and narrowed his eyes.

But they wait and wait, wait and wait.

No one came to see them. The air around them was filled with a strong smell of herbs.

Zhangjiahang looked back and found that there were many big iron pots around at some time.

And in a row, there were firewood under them. The pot was bubbling with hot gas, and the strong smell of medicine floated out of those big iron pots.

It seems that Luo Yunran, who is stirring by a big iron pot, suddenly looks back.

Zhangjiahang hurriedly avoided sight.

Luo Yunran handed the stick to the soldier on one side, straightened off his folded sleeves and walked over here.