As usual, Zhu Ping'an was the last one to get his meal after all the new recruits from Yiwu and the veterans of the Zhejiang Army had finished their meals.
After lunch, Zhu Ping'an was about to ask Liu Mu and the others about Mian Jia's condition when he saw Erniu, who was on duty at the gate today, running over in a panic. He reported anxiously, "Sir, someone from Ruonan and Miss outside sent a message saying that Miss Hua'er is seriously ill. Please go back quickly..."
"What? Hua'er is seriously ill?"
Zhu Ping'an was shocked when he heard this. He ate without even bothering to finish his meal. He pushed the bowl away and stood up in a hurry.
Hua'er is not an ordinary person. Hua'er has a special relationship with herself, especially with Li Shu. It is not an exaggeration to say that they are family.
Hua'er and Li Shu grew up together and were almost inseparable. Rather than a master-servant relationship, it was more like a half-master-servant and half-bestie relationship. Since Hua'er is four years older than Li Shu, they are sisters to some extent... ...
Hua'er came from afar to take care of me, doing the laundry, cooking, grinding ink and serving tea, etc. It can be said that she tried her best to take care of me in every possible way. I never regarded Hua'er as a slave, but as a sister.
Now that he heard that Hua'er was seriously ill, how could Zhu Ping'an not be anxious? What's more, it was a message sent by the evil woman Ruonan. The evil woman Ruonan was a person who had experienced the ups and downs of life in the world and had a lot of social experience. She was also independent and strong-willed. Even she sent someone to inform him of the news, which showed that Hua'er's illness was very serious.
Therefore, Zhu Ping'an was very anxious. He pushed away the bowl and chopsticks, hurriedly gave instructions to Liu Mu and others, settled the new recruits from Yiwu, and hurriedly rode out of the camp.
"Young master, wait for me, I will go with you. We need help to run errands and find a doctor." Liu Dadao, Liu Dachui and others quickly put down their bowls and chopsticks, led their horses to catch up with Zhu Pingan, and rode out of the camp together.
Indeed, finding a doctor would require manpower, so Zhu Ping'an nodded and asked them to go together.
A group of five people rode their horses quickly to the courtyard they rented in Taohua Town. Zhu Ping'an dismounted and pushed open the gate.
As soon as I entered the yard, I smelled a strong scent of Chinese medicine. I also saw several dumped Chinese medicine residues under the wall of the yard.
A gust of cold wind swept in, the fallen leaves rolled up, the dead branches trembled, and the yard was also desolate.
It looked like no one had cleaned it for several days.
This would have been impossible in the past. Huaer was very diligent and clean, and she cleaned the yard every day.
According to Huaer's personality, unless she was sick and unable to get out of bed, she would definitely not sit idle and would definitely clean the yard every day.
No one cleaned the yard now, Huaer must be too sick to get out of bed. Judging from how desolate the yard was, it must have been at least three days without cleaning, which meant Huaer had been seriously ill for at least three days.
All these scenes indicate that Huaer's condition is not optimistic.
"Miss Ruonan, how is Hua'er now? What did the doctor say?"
After Zhu Ping'an pushed open the door, he quickly walked across the courtyard into the house while asking anxiously.
Quiet.
There was silence and no one answered, as if no one was in the room.
What if the witch Ruonan is not here
When Zhu Ping'an noticed this, he became even more anxious. Why wasn't Ruonan here? Or was it that the best doctor in Taohuaji couldn't cure Huaer, so Ruonan went to a farther place to find a good doctor
Doesn't that mean Hua'er's illness is more serious than imagined...
Thinking of the backward medical conditions in ancient times, Zhu Ping'an couldn't help but become worried and hurried into the house.
There was no one in the living room, so they should be in the bedroom. Zhu Ping'an walked quickly into the bedroom. As soon as he entered, he vaguely saw a figure lying on the small bed, covered with a quilt, with his back facing outwards, and his black hair scattered on the pillow.
There was still a faint smell of medicinal herbs in the room.
"Hua'er, how are you?" Zhu Ping'an asked with concern, "Did the doctor say what the disease is?"
"Ahem..."
Hua'er on the bed coughed weakly, as if she was trying hard to endure the discomfort, and the quilt covering her was shaking slightly.
"Hua'er, your throat is uncomfortable, right? I'll go get you a glass of water to moisten your throat." Zhu Ping'an went to pour a cup of hot water, walked to the bed with it, and said gently, "Come, I'll help you drink some water to moisten your throat."
After saying this, Zhu Pingan placed the cup of water on the bedside table, then sat on the edge of the bed and said, "Hua'er, I'm sorry for being so abrupt."
Then, Zhu Ping'an gently placed his hand on Hua'er's shoulder, not knowing whether it was an illusion or something else.
I always feel that the outline of Huaer's shoulders seems different from usual.
Did Huaer lose weight after getting sick? Why does it feel like the outline of Huaer's shoulders is smaller than before
What surprised Zhu Ping'an even more was that Hua'er's shoulder gave him a familiar feeling, and the feeling was more than just ordinary familiarity.
The moment Zhu Ping'an's hand touched Hua'er's shoulder, he felt as if he had received an electric shock. His heart beat uncontrollably and a familiar touch and feeling instantly surged into his heart.
"Hua'er?" Zhu Ping'an asked in confusion, his eyes scrutinizing her.
"Cough cough..." Huaer started coughing again. She tried hard to endure the discomfort, but her body under the quilt couldn't help shaking.
Seeing this, Zhu Pingan no longer cared about being confused. He gently supported Huaer's shoulders with both hands, trying to help her up. He gave her a sip of water and said softly, "Come, Huaer, drink some water to moisten your throat."
Zhu Ping'an gently exerted force on his hands to lift up the painting that was lying on its side. First he had to turn the painting over.
With a little force, Huaer, who was lying on her side, was turned over.
"Cough cough..." When Hua'er was turned over, she covered her face with her hands, coughed continuously, and her body shook violently.
Huaer tried hard to cover her face with both hands, trying to cover her face tightly with her palms... ...
Could it be that she was sick, looked haggard, and didn't dress up, because she didn't want me to see her ugly side
Zhu Pingan is puzzled...
Maybe it was because the cough was uncomfortable, or maybe for some other reason, Huaer's cough sounded a little strange.
Moreover, the more he coughed, the weirder the sound became, and as he coughed a while, the sound turned into laughter.
The laughter of a lark is as sweet as a bell.
As she laughed, Huaer let go of her hands...
In an instant, Zhu Ping'an's eyes widened, and the confusion on his face suddenly turned into ecstasy.
Seeing the face that had appeared countless times in his dreams appear in front of him, surprise flooded Zhu Ping'an's heart like a tide, and his eyes were shining like two balls of fire.
"Sister Li!"
Zhu Ping'an shouted out in ecstasy.
"Hehe, Brother Zhu, what a surprise..." Li Shu blinked her eyes, her beautiful eyes full of expectation and her smile sweetly.