"Hurry and take the child over here, don't get caught in the rain." Several soldiers nearby gathered together.
The rain was still falling, and the cold raindrops hit the baby's face, washing away the dark firewood ash on his face and leaving marks.
Several people gathered around the infant He Zhou and held up a corner of his raincoat.
On this cold rainy day, a small rain-free area was provided for this infant child.
The tall and strong bodies of the men fighting with martial arts formed a wall.
It seemed that it was getting warmer. The swaddled baby smacked his lips and put the raindrops on his lips into his mouth.
Then he turned his head left and right and arched his head, trying to find something to eat in He Zhou's arms.
But when she turned around, she could no longer find her mother's soft body.
What his cheek touched was the cool raincoat still dripping from He Zhou's body.
Then the child flattened his mouth again, wrinkled his face, and let out a weak cry.
He Zhou's clumsy arms stretched forward, holding the soft swaddling clothes.
A slightly experienced soldier reached out and touched the child's forehead.
"Fever."
"Quickly, send him to the hospital."
Several people scrambled to untie He Zhou's raincoat and tied the child's swaddling clothes to his chest, regardless of He Zhou's objections.
"I have never held a child!" He Zhou felt that the crying child in his arms looked like a dangerous object.
He carefully held the child in his arms and pushed him onto the horse.
One person rushed towards the temporary hospital set up in the market, while the other soldiers continued to perform military duties.
Gongsun Jing was poisoned, and all the servants in the mansion were imprisoned, screened and tried.
It was finally confirmed that two stewards and Gongsun Jing's concubine were involved in the poisoning incident.
Gongsun Yan temporarily imprisoned these three people until Gongsun Jing got better, and then dealt with them on his own.
Subsequently, she began to mobilize Gongsun's stewards and servants on a large scale.
Let Gongsun be directly involved in the aftermath of this war.
A large amount of grain and fodder were transferred from the Gongsun family's treasury and escorted to Zhao Yun's camp with great fanfare in the name of donation.
With Gongsun's statement, the big families in the city who sent in greetings but received no response from Zhao Yun began to donate money and food one after another.
In addition, Gongsun Yan also ordered the opening of Gongsun's trading houses and warehouses in the market.
It served as a temporary medical center, and Hua Tuo led the levy of city doctors to treat injured people.
Large-scale porridge giving, free medicine, and other measures, as well as Gongsun's staff and officials running around, sent a signal in the city.
This time there will be a peaceful handover of the power of the prefect.
This made people in the city feel relieved, especially the common people.
It didn't make much difference to them at this time whether the prefect's surname was Zhao or Gongsun.
They didn't want to be ravaged by the Yuan clan's jackals just now, and then encounter the struggle between Zhao Yun and Gongsun clan again.
Therefore, it was discovered that the two cooperated seamlessly and there would be no more chaos, which made the atmosphere in the branch city suddenly relax.
In particular, a decree bearing the seal of the Liaoxi Prefect was issued and posted, and the people in the city gradually calmed down.
The horse's hooves clicked on the bluestone floor.
The rain was still falling. He Zhou held the reins with one hand and carefully held the baby in his arms with the other.
The swaddling clothes were hidden under the raincoat, and the child who was crying just now had made no sound.
This made He Zhou extremely anxious.
He urged the horse to sit down and speed up a bit.
Finally, we arrived in front of the store.
After having his military badges checked by the soldiers guarding the gate, He Zhou led the horse and walked into the store with the child in his arms.
According to what the guard sergeant said, he stepped on the puddles on the ground, hugged the child who could no longer hear his cries, and walked to a hospital specially designed to treat critically ill patients.
After confirming the vermilion mark painted on the lintel, He Zhou quickly pushed the door open and entered.
As soon as I entered the door, the sound of people, crying, and screams pierced my eardrums.
These sounds were mixed with a dull and complex odor.
It makes people feel depressed.
Several healers with white cloths on their arms were running quickly among them.
The spacious warehouse is divided into several independent areas with curtains, and you can hear wailing or crying coming from behind the curtains.
"What's the matter with this military master?"
The one who came forward to ask was the maid Gongsun Yan transferred directly from Gongsun's house.
He Zhou's uniform uniform was very recognizable. Seeing the anxiety on his face, the maid hurriedly approached him and asked.
"We found a child."
He Zhou hurriedly opened his coir raincoat, revealing the swaddling clothes underneath.
The child's eyes were closed tightly in his swaddling clothes, and his face was covered in black and gray.
The look on the maid's face also changed, and she hurriedly led He Zhou inside.
He passed by a stretcher with his eyes closed and his waist and abdomen covered with bandages.
When he walked inside, he opened the curtain and saw that the white coat outside Hua Tuo's robe was covered with blood, and his sleeves were rolled up high.
Washing hands in a plastic basin made of green wheat straw.
Two doctors wearing masks were cleaning the blood-stained cotton wool and disposable sheets on the treatment bed.
Seeing He Zhou come in, Hua Tuo, who was about to take a drink of water, asked hoarsely: "What's wrong?"
He Zhou hurriedly untied the baby from his arms and handed it over: "We found this child in an area that was breached."
"I was crying just now, but now there is no sound."
Hua Tuo motioned for him to put the swaddling clothes on the treatment bed, and while checking the child, motioned for him to go out.
Although He Zhou couldn't let go, he still retreated.
Looking at the white curtain that was drawn in front of him, He Zhou inexplicably thought of the dead female corpse lying in front of the stove with her eyes closed.
He sighed sharply and took it from his arms.
He took out a small, tight cloth bag from his inner clothes.
The layers were untied, and a small amulet lay inside.
It was Ah Tang who embroidered it for him stitch by stitch.
He Zhou huddled beside the road and looked at it a few more times with some reluctance.
Then he picked up the amulet and hung it on the copper hook next to the curtain.
(I’m typing while I’m at work, and I’ll resume two updates tomorrow, but my waist hurts!)
