"Thank you, Aunt An." Hearing that there was dicine, Yang Ming felt sowhat relieved, as going out to buy dicine and coming back would take a lot of ti.
An’an’s mother waved her hand and said, "No need to thank , you stay here and take care of her. I’ll go make the dicine and bring it over once it’s ready."
Saying this, An’an’s mother went out to the yard and shouted, "Old man, where did you put the herbs left by Xue Zhiyi? Hurry and find them, the girl has a high fever."
"What? The child has a high fever? I’ll get it right away."
Old An hurried to find the herbs, handed them to An’an’s mother, and An’an’s mother went to the kitchen to make the dicine for Xiaoxiao.
In the room, Yang Ming took care of his wife. She had been fine when he ca back, sleeping so sweetly. How did she suddenly develop such a high fever?
He touched his wife’s forehead; it was very hot, and her face was very red. She was also sleeping restlessly.
Yang Ming was extrely worried. He went outside to get a basin of cold water and brought it into the room.
He dampened a cloth and placed it on his wife’s forehead, hoping it would help reduce her fever sowhat.
Yang Ming sat there, repeatedly changing the cloth on his wife’s forehead, feeling deeply anxious.
Finally, An’an’s mother ca into the room, "The dicine is ready, quickly wake your wife up and have her drink it."
"Thank you, Aunt An." Yang Ming took the dicine bowl and quickly expressed his gratitude.
"There’s no need to thank , hurry up. This fever can’t go on like this," said An’an’s mother worriedly.
Yang Ming stirred the dark dicine with a spoon, blew on it several tis, and seeing it was cool enough to drink, he fed it to his wife in his usual way, mouth to mouth.
He originally wanted to wake her up, but after trying for so long, she was still in a daze and unwilling to wake up, perhaps the fever needed to break first.
"This..." An’an’s mother was startled by Yang Ming’s action but then understood and continued, "In that case, feed her so porridge. Eating sothing will help her recover faster, she hasn’t eaten all day. This won’t do. You wait here, I’ll bring it to you."
"Thank you, Aunt An."
"You’re too polite," said An’an’s mother as she left the room.
In no ti, she brought in a bowl of porridge, handed it to Yang Ming, and said, "Feed her so, eating sothing will help her recover faster."
Yang Ming nodded, took the bowl, and fed his wife spoonful by spoonful.
Seeing this, An’an’s mother decided not to disturb them further. "I’ll head out now. If anything happens, just call us. The whole family is here, Little Liufu, you don’t need to worry, just take care of your wife."
"Alright."
An’an’s mother went out, and as soon as she got outside, Old An started asking, "How is it? Has the fever gone down?"
"She just took the dicine, it can’t go down that quickly; it’ll take so ti."
"Ah, right, right," Old An said, flustered. "Did you tell them to call us if anything happens?"
"I did." As if she wouldn’t? They had helped their family so much, and besides, that child and their family’s An Ping...
Actually, Old An was very worried too, but since the child is a girl, as an old man, he didn’t feel it was appropriate to go in and out often, so he relied on his wife to gather the news.
"Good, let’s just wait for news then. With any luck, the child’s fever will go down soon."
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