The clothes are very novel in Chinese tunic suits. They are worn on Wen Sheng's body in an orderly fashion, and they fit him very well.
Chuzheng gave him the medicine first: "Drink the medicine first."
Wen Sheng looked at the dark medicine and didn't take it.
"Want me to feed?"
Hearing: "…"
He quickly took the medicine, but still didn't drink it.
"hurry up."
Wen Sheng closed his eyes and drank the medicine in one breath.
The bitter taste spreads in the mouth and throat, and the bitterness seems to spread to the heart.
Chuzheng took out a few candies from his pocket, spread out his palms and handed them to him.
Candies are colorful, fruity, and toffee...
After hearing the sound for a long time, he slowly raised his head and pointed at himself.
There was flattered panic in the bottom of his eyes.
Chuzheng directly picked one, peeled it off, and stuffed it into his mouth.
The sweetness of the candy spreads quickly, dispelling the bitterness.
Chuzheng put the rest in his palm and slid his fingertips across his palm: "Ask me after eating."
Chuzheng went out with the bowl, hearing the sound and looking down at the candy in her palm.
After a long while, he slowly squeezed.
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Ling Jun brought in the porridge to Wen Sheng, but Wen Sheng cooperated very well this time, and drank the porridge obediently.
After drinking the porridge, he heard the sound and looked towards the door.
Ling Jun looked at him and looked outside the door, not knowing what Wen Sheng was looking at.
Ling Jun didn't understand and asked, "What are you looking at?"
He didn't answer, just stared at the door.
"You want to leave?" Ling Jun guessed: "That's not possible, my sister explained that you have to recover from your illness before you can leave."
Wen Sheng's eyes rolled, and he slowly lowered his head.
Ling Jun scratched his head: "Well, take a rest, I'm going out. Call me if you need something."
Hearing nodded.
Ling Jun quickly packed his things and went out.
Hearing the sound of Luosuo, his expression changed slightly, he slowly got up and sat back on the edge of the bed, took out the candy from his pocket, picked one and peeled it off.
Wen Sheng's medicine and food were all sent by Ling Jun, and Wen Sheng did not see Chuzheng for the next day.
He took the medicine obediently, but his symptoms did not seem to be getting better. Instead, he began to cough, which was getting worse.
Ling Jun, a big man, didn't care at all at first, thinking it would be better soon.
But the more he looked at it, the more wrong it became, so he hurriedly called Chuzheng over.
Chuzheng came over, heard the sound and lay on the bed with a sad expression.
"Why didn't you come and tell me earlier?"
"...Sister, I didn't know it would become so serious." He would be seriously ill for a day or two when he was sick, but he would get better soon.
How did you know he would be like this...
And if you care about him, why don't you just come and see! !
Is it his fault? !
The village bully expressed his grievances.
Chu Zheng helped Wen Sheng up: "Send to the hospital." What a quack doctor! Take her so much money to treat people like this!
"Sister, it's so late, how do we get there?"
No car.
It's still a sick number.
Chuzheng went on a bicycle and asked Wen Sheng to sit in the back: "Can you hold me steady?"
Hearing the sound wrapped around Chuzheng's waist, the whole body was pressed against her, and it took a while before nodding.
The night was thick, hearing the sound leaning on Chuzheng, and the wind blowing past his ears.
He suddenly stretched out his hand and put it in the air.
The wind passed through his fingertips...
Chuzheng pulled his hand back: "You're courting death? Who is it if you fall and die?" I have to go down to pick you up on a horse!
Hearing the sound, he no longer acted as a demon, and held Chuzheng quietly.
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The equipment in the county hospital is not very good, but it is still much more professional than a barefoot doctor.
"No separate ward?"
There are four or five people in this ward...
"No, the ward is tense," the nurse said.
"Is it okay to add money?"
"Don't engage in the privileged class now."
The nurse hung up Wen Sheng's drip, told Chuzheng to watch it, and then left in a hurry.
Chuzheng didn't necessarily need a separate ward, she just thought that the good person card might need to be quieter.
But the bastards are as quiet as chickens and do not send tasks.
It is estimated that privileges are really not allowed here.
Chuzheng looked and heard the sound, he had already fallen asleep.
Chuzheng pulled the curtain over, walked to the side and sat down, reaching out to hold his hand that was not infused.
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Heard a nightmare.
When I woke up in a drowsy state, there was an unpleasant smell of disinfectant in the air, and the ceiling above my head was old and mottled with black and yellow traces.
Wen Sheng moved his finger and found that he was being pressed.
He turned his head and saw the little girl who was holding his hand and lying beside him.
Hearing the sound, he didn't dare to move, for fear of waking her up.
The ward gradually became lively.
Some people came in and out, some people spoke loudly, and there was constant laughter.
Chuzheng was too noisy, she moved her head, opened her eyes, and her cold eyes met Wen Sheng's.
The two looked at each other silently for a moment, Chuzheng sat up slowly, propped up the bed, and sat beside him.
Reached out and touched his forehead.
Hearing the sound, he looked at her quietly, and the two of them didn't let go of the hand they held, as if they both forgot.
"The fever is gone." Chu Zheng said, "Do you want to eat?"
Hearing shaking his head.
"Then I'll go eat." Very hungry.
After running so far at night, and tossing so much, she needs supplies now.
Hearing: "…"
Chuzheng let go of Wen Sheng's hand, and called the doctor over to show him first. Outside the corridor, he encountered a bad group of village tyrants who had arrived on the early bus.
Chuzheng let them go in and watch Wen Sheng, and she went out to eat first.
Ling Jun brought people in with a hula.
Although they are still young people, they are all tall and big, and the ward is suddenly quiet.
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After Chuzheng finished breakfast, he came back with the packaged steamed buns and handed them to Ling Jun.
Ling Jun looked at the person who got off the bed: "He doesn't eat?"
Chuzheng: "He said he wasn't hungry."
"Forehead… "
Ling Jun scratched his head and distributed the things to others.
He watched them eat when he heard the sound. He didn't feel hungry just now, but now he smelled the fragrance, and he felt a little hungry.
Wen Sheng grabbed the sheet, his fingers tightened and loosened, and finally he lay down and looked sideways at the curtain.
Chuzheng went to the doctor to get the report, and in general, there was no big problem.
However, it is malnutrition and severe anemia. If it goes on like this, problems will arise.
"Is there a problem with his voice?" Chu Zheng asked the doctor.
"Voice?" The doctor wondered.
"He hasn't spoken all the time, can't he speak?"
The doctor said: "This needs to be checked..."
Chuzheng took Wen Sheng to check, and it turned out that there was no problem.
He just didn't want to talk.
Chuzheng returned to the ward with the report. The bad village tyrants were sitting in a row on the side of the ward, and no one said a word.
Wen Sheng and them stared at each other.
When Chuzheng came back, her eyes fell on her when she heard the sound.
Chuzheng went over and sat down. Seeing that he was in good spirits, he asked him out loud.
"You live in Ling Dazhuang's house?"
Hearing nod.
"His son bullied you?"
Hearing the sound, he didn't nod or shake his head.
"What were you doing on the mountain alone that night?"
This question obviously cannot be answered by hearing the sound, so Chuzheng asked another way.
"Someone let you go up the mountain?"
Hearing shaking his head.
"You go up the mountain yourself?"
Hearing nod.
"Did you fall yourself?"
Hearing the sound and nodding... After a while, he shook his head again.