"Mr. Gu, you...you tell me the truth," Gu Changlin remained silent for a long time. Meiya's face became paler, she walked to Gu Changlin's side step by step, and said with trembling lips. "Is it... Is it Ming Wei's illness, no, not very good?"
"No." Gu Changlin shook his head abruptly. "He's suffering from common typhoid fever, girl, don't think about it."
"Really?" Meiya murmured. Rao heard Gu Changlin speak, but Meiya still murmured in her heart, for some reason. She just felt a little flustered. At that moment, she had to confirm with Gu Changlin again, "It's really just typhoid fever? Then why hasn't he recovered after so many days? He also had typhoid fever before. After three or two days, he recovered quickly. Why did he get so sick this time. Can’t even get off the kang?”
Gu Changlin's lips trembled a few times, and then he swallowed the words "difficult to heal" that came to his mouth. After a pause, he forced a smile at Meiya. He said: "It's probably because he was always bedridden to raise his legs a while ago, so if he is always bedridden, no matter how strong a man is, his body will become weak. Naturally, the recovery will be slow, girl, you have to take care of Ming Wei. Make up for it."
"Oh, then I'm going to stew chicken soup right now. I happen to have ginseng at home, or the ginseng that Pang Yi brought from the capital. It's said to be a tribute, so I'll stew it right away," Meiya vomited for a long time. In a low tone, while rolling up his sleeves, he said to Gu Changlin, "Mr. Gu, stop drinking now. What's the point of drinking alone? Wait for Pang Yi to come back and let him drink with you."
Gu Changlin nodded: "OK, then I'll drink it at night."
"I just don't know when Pang Yi will come back, he is really crazy now, he won't stay at home until dark..." Meiya muttered, and left the side room.
Gu Changlin walked along the window and watched Meiya enter the kitchen with her sleeves rolled up, and then took a wooden bucket to the well to fetch water, such a big wooden bucket, such a heavy bucket of water, she wanted to take a deep breath. As soon as he raised his tone, the blue veins on his forehead and arms protruded. Gu Changlin couldn't bear to look at it, so he turned his face away in a hurry, and felt sore in his heart for a while.
"Sir, I've been really struggling these few days." After Zhong Mingwei came back from Nanshan Bieyuan that day, Zhong Mingwei hadn't fallen ill. After dinner, Meiya was busy washing the dishes outside. Zhong Mingwei and Gu Changlin were talking in the room. In front of the window, he also watched Meiya busy in the yard, Zhong Mingwei followed Meiya all the time, and the moment he spoke, his voice was unbearably hoarse, "Sir, I have never been so desperate. .”
Gu Changlin knew what Zhong Mingwei was suffering from, but he couldn't find a word of comfort. He couldn't do anything except pat Zhong Mingwei's hand.
"I have always known that the Queen Mother uses me. I just feel depressed and helpless. My father hates me and even wants me to die. I am just sad and angry. Obviously they are all my blood-related relatives, but..." Having said that, Zhong Mingwei He stopped, took a deep breath, and then opened his mouth again, "But in my heart, they are all strangers, I never expected to get happiness from them, but Meiya It's different," Zhong Mingwei murmured, staring unblinkingly at Meiya, who was humming a ditty while washing dishes in the courtyard, and let the tears roll down, "Everything in this world All people can't compare to a single strand of her hair. Sir, just a few days ago, I... still wanted to be cruel, even if I was doomed to have no children in this life, even if I knew that girl followed me... I can't be a mother in my life. Even if she knows the truth and will hate me in the future, I will definitely not let go. I know that I am really a bastard and selfish, but what can I do? I can't live without her, and I... don't want to live it's..."
Zhong Mingwei couldn't continue. He covered his face, trying not to let himself cry out, but the tears slid down his fingers, silently moistening the front of his clothes. Gu Changlin looked at the shaking all over his body. The powerful Zhong Mingwei was really at a loss, he really felt sorry for Zhong Mingwei, and he really felt sorry for Meiya, he felt even more guilty and self-blame, he had been a doctor all his life, and he claimed that medicine could cure his illness, but he couldn't cure Zhong Mingwei...