Zhao Jiner quietly left the room, allowing the mother and son to rest well.

Qin Muxiu and others were at the door. When they saw her coming out, they asked, "How is it?"

"It's just typhoid fever, it's not so serious, but it took too long. More than a dozen people in this room even served the child like this. It's so useless!" This was hard to say in front of Yang Huilan, so I could only complain to her husband.

"No matter how many servants there are, how can you compare to your own mother."

I don’t know if I’m so tired or I don’t know if I’m infected by my child, Yang Huilan also got a high fever that night.

It was even more cross-infection. Zhao Jiner asked her servant to move Brother Xuan outside the green yarn cabinet and set up a separate bed, while Yang Huilan was still inside.

In the middle of the night, Pu Lanbin came along with the broken moon and frost dew on the ground.

Facing the couple's curious eyes, Pu Lanbin said without changing his expression, "It was the young lady of the Lin family who informed me. I know how lethal the rumors are to a woman, so I chose to visit at night. I left at the time of Mao, so I won't let anyone see them, so as not to be slandered by evil rumors in the future."

The two tacitly retreated to Brother Xuan’s side, leaving Pu Lanbin and Yang Huilan the opportunity to be alone.

Unfortunately, Yang Huilan was also confused and didn't know that anyone came to visit her.

Pu Lanbin seemed to not care if he could talk to her, but just sat by the bed and put a cold hand towel on her forehead every once in a while.

"Thirsty~~"

Yang Huilan, who was sleeping, had a red face and frowning eyebrows, and she had a broken and fragile beauty, as if she had been married as a wife and had not given birth to children, like a injured girl.

Pu Lanbin shook his mind and brought the tea bowl, carefully picked up her beautiful head, and fed it to her lips with a spoon, but she couldn't drink it and vomited them all.

Pu Lanbin drank a clean veil and sent it to her lips for her to suck and suck.

This method worked. Yang Huilan, who had sucked two veils, retracted back satisfactorily, and continued to fall asleep in a drowsy manner.

The slender feather eyelashes, reflected by the dim light, are like butterflies in the inciting rain.

Pu Lanbin was crazy about it.

I can't help myself.

He bent down and kissed her eyebrows.

Yang Huilan seemed to be noisy, and she moaned, turned around and fell asleep facing the wall.

When it was almost dawn, her fever subsided, and Pu Lanbin was very committed and left without lingering.

For three consecutive days, Pu Lanbin came to take care of Yang Huilan every night.

In the next two days, he simply carried Brother Xuan over to take care of him, and asked Zhao Jiner and Qin Muxiu to rest.

At first, Zhao Jin'er was afraid that he would not be able to take care of her, but he said, "If you have something to do, I'll call you."

The two of them couldn't twist him, so they had to let him survive alone.

On the fourth day, the mother and son suffered from fever.

Brother Xuan woke up first and started to ask for milk and porridge.

Yang Huilan was awake in the afternoon. Although she lost a lot of weight, she smiled happily when she saw her son getting better.

Zhao Jin'er ordered the kitchen to cook fish fillets and millet porridge, and each of them ate a bowl.

Grains and grains are the most nourishing people. The mother and son who had eaten porridge looked up, and Zhao Jiner was relieved.

"Thank you for your hard work these days."

Yang Huilan said embarrassedly, "She is really useless, she didn't take care of her son, and she became sick." If it weren't for Zhao Jiner and his wife, she wouldn't know what the situation would be."

Zhao Jiner smiled and said, "It's okay, we just care about the hard work of Lord Pu during the day, at night."
Chapter completed!