298: Chapter 211 Seriously Ill 298: Chapter 211 Seriously Ill Luan Xiaoxiang was a sincere child.
When Zhao Yuying said it was trouble, she took it as if Yuying really felt troubled by her and imdiately stepped aside to avoid her hand: “Auntie, why are you saying such things to ?
From Chuxia’s perspective, Sister iying is my cousin, so it’s only right for to take care of her.”
“Sister ifeng, quickly get up.
You need to drink the Ginger Soup while it’s hot.
After drinking it, cover yourself with the blanket and sweat it out; you’ll feel better soon.
Whenever I catch a cold, my mom does the sa for …” Seeing that Wang ifeng had not gotten up after a long while, Luan Xiaoxiang kindly reminded her, “Auntie, please help Sister ifeng to sit up.”
The blanket noticeably shuddered.
“Who is ill?” Zhou Mikang asked out of politeness.
“It’s your aunt’s ifeng, she caught a cold…” Old Lady Zhao said as she walked away, “Xiao Zhou, you don’t need to worry about this, just accompany your grandmother downstairs.”
“Grandma, wait a mont.
I’ll call the doctor.” Zhou Mikang had already walked over to the bedside and was about to dial the phone as he spoke.
“No need, no need…” Zhao Yuying pulled on Zhou Mikang’s sleeve urgently, “Xiao Zhou, really, there’s no need.
ifeng just needs to warm up, drink so Ginger Soup, sleep a bit, and she’ll be fine.”
The frank child Luan Xiaoxiang nodded in agreent and once again reminded Zhao Yuying, “Auntie, you should quickly help Sister ifeng sit up.
The Ginger Soup won’t work if it gets cold.
Xiaoqiong, co over and help out.
A sick person is heavy to move…”
Wrapped up in the blanket, Wang ifeng was so infuriated by Luan Xiaoxiang that she was nearly fuming, left with no other choice but to clutch the corners of the blanket tightly around herself.
Chuxia sighed to herself.
She didn’t pity Wang ifeng, but considering her aunt’s feelings, she couldn’t let her lose face in front of Zhou Mikang.
Although her aunt didn’t like Wang ifeng’s personality, she was still her biological daughter.
If she let ifeng lose face in front of Zhou Mikang while knowing everything, she suspected that her aunt would probably not want to have anything to do with her in the future.
She didn’t know much about the affairs of her original self, but ever since she had arrived in this era, her aunt had treated her very well.
Every ti she visited her grandmother’s house, her aunt would always bring her sothing to eat, asking her grandmother to keep it for her until she visited.
Moreover, she heard from Zhao Yulan that ever since she was born, well, more precisely since this body was born, her aunt had prepared new clothes for her every New Year’s.
Since she had taken over the original body, of course, she had to take on this debt of gratitude.
Besides, if a grudge arose from this incident, Zhao Yulan might not say anything, but she would surely be unhappy about it in her heart.
As her thoughts raced, Chuxia saw Luo Xiaoqiong approaching the bedside and quickly ushered Zhou Mikang out: “You go ahead and accompany grandma downstairs.
I’m here.
If the situation gets worse, I’ll ask you to call the doctor.”
“Okay.” Zhou Mikang nodded without any fuss and helped Elder Zhao down the stairs.
Before descending, Old Lady Zhao turned to give Chuxia an approving look.
No matter how wrong Wang ifeng might be, she was still family.
Keeping face for one’s family in front of in-laws was essentially keeping face for oneself, that was Old Lady Zhao’s philosophy.
“Huff huff huff…”
When Chuxia turned back, she saw Wang ifeng sitting on the bed like a drenched hen, her mouth wide open, panting heavily.
Luan Xiaoxiang was completely stunned, staring at Wang ifeng with unblinking eyes, her face full of disbelief.
As for the Ginger Soup, Zhao Yuying had sohow ended up holding it.
And Luo Xiaoqiong, with a face full of pity, couldn’t believe that in just a short ti, Wang ifeng had turned into this state.
“Co on, drink it.” Zhao Yuying, maintaining appearances, held the bowl up to her daughter.
“Drink what!” Wang ifeng glared at the still-dumbfounded Luan Xiaoxiang, got off the bed, slipped on her shoes, and walked out — it’s not that she didn’t want to run; she was too hot to move…
reaching the door and noticing a shadow in front of her, she reflexively tried to sidestep, “What are you…”
“Ah!…” The next second, Wang ifeng stood at the doorway covering her face, screaming again.
Zhou Mikang looked at her in surprise, then turned his gaze to his innocent wife, raising the small dicine bottle in his hand: “I ca up to bring so dicine.”
He really didn’t an to.
He just felt that, no matter what, Wang ifeng was still his wife’s relative, and he should show so consideration.
“Give it to .” Chuxia stepped forward to take the dicine and smiled at him, “My cousin is embarrassed because she’s covered in sweat.
Go on down.”
“Okay.” Zhou Mikang responded and swiftly left.
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