The winter morning light broke through the dark clouds, and there was not much temperature anymore. The snow on the road had frozen. Zhang San was lying on the bed, feeling like a nightmare and unable to wake up.
"Third brother, wake up, what time of the day is it, and you're still sleeping, you lazy idiot." The younger sister knocked on the door outside.
Due to Zhang San's bad habit of sleeping in in the morning, no one came to Zhang San's house early in the morning. The girl who was bored at home saw that it was past Chen hour and Zhang San hadn't gotten up yet, so she ran to the door angrily.
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"Third brother? Third brother?" He called a few more times, but still didn't hear Zhang San's response. The little girl couldn't help but feel palpitations in her heart.
So the little girl didn't care about anything and pushed the door open. She saw Zhang San sweating on his forehead and his face was red. She was so frightened that she ran over and touched her forehead: "It's so hot! Third brother, what's wrong with you? Can you hear me?"
Shall I speak? Sister-in-law Li, sister-in-law, come quickly. My third brother is sick."
As the little sister shouted loudly, the house suddenly became chaotic. Sister-in-law Li ran in quickly and saw that Zhang San seemed to be very uncomfortable, but could not wake up, so she hurriedly asked Zhang Fu to go to Xuande Temple to see Master Miaoying.
"Third brother, wake up quickly, don't scare me!" The little girl held Zhang San's hand and couldn't stop her tears from flowing down.
"Little sister, use a cold towel to cool down Sir Alex's temperature first. This forehead is too hot. You guys go and call Xiaoyu and Miss Suxin back." Sister-in-law Li handed the towel to the little sister and directed her men to go to the commune to call for people.
Come.
Due to the snow on the road and the cold weather, the road surface was frozen and he could not ride his horse, so Zhang Fu ran to Xuande Temple and fell many times along the way.
After hearing the news, Xiaoyu and Suxin quickly put down their work and ran home.
"Little sister, how is the master?" The two girls came to Zhang San's bedroom and saw that the little sister was physically cooling Zhang San, and asked hurriedly.
"I don't know either. When I came in this morning, I saw the third brother like this. His forehead was very hot and he couldn't scream no matter how hard he screamed. Zhang Fu went to invite Master Miaoying." The younger sister said even more choked up.
"Little sister, don't be anxious. Young Master Jiren has his own destiny, and nothing will happen to him." Su Xin was also very anxious inside, and her palms holding the handkerchief were covered in sweat.
"I want to...watch...TV..." Zhang San began to talk in his sleep.
"Tomato, I want to eat tomatoes and scrambled eggs..."
"Third brother, what are you talking about? Can you hear me? I'm the little sister!" The little sister was sitting by the bed and heard Zhang San murmuring and asked hurriedly.
Xiaoyu and Suxin stood aside and looked at Zhang San who seemed to be in a nightmare. They felt very uncomfortable, but they didn't know what to do.
"The real person is here..." Zhang Fu ran to the door and shouted.
"Zhenren, come and see what's wrong with my brother..." When the little girl saw Zhenren Miaoying arriving, she hurriedly said as if grasping a life-saving straw.
"Don't worry, let me take a look." Sun Simiao took two deep breaths and calmed his heartbeat. When he learned that Zhang San was seriously ill, Sun Simiao took the medicine box and ran over with Zhang Fu. The mud marks on his body were from running too fast.
He fell next to a mud puddle.
Sun Simiao sat beside the bed, first took Zhang San's pulse, then opened Zhang San's eyelids and said to the people around him: "Bring a cup."
Su Xin was closest to the table. After hearing this, she quickly took the teacup on the table and handed it to Sun Simiao.
I saw Sun Simiao taking out a small blade from the medicine box. After disinfecting it, he cut several of Zhang San's fingers, and a stream of black blood suddenly appeared from the fingertips.
It seemed that after the bloodletting, Zhang San felt better and stopped mumbling words, but still did not wake up.
"Master, what disease does my third brother have?" the younger sister asked in a low voice.
"The wind and cold combined with the invasion of external evils. Fortunately, we found it in time. I'll make a prescription. You first have someone get the medicine. In addition, bring a jar of your liquor. I'll rub the mistress's body with the liquor. This will help reduce the fever.
." Sun Simiao came to the table and began to write the prescription. Sister-in-law Li ran to the wine cellar to move the wine.
Zhang Fu took the prescription and quickly ran to Xuande Temple to find the Taoist inside to get the medicine.
"It's all my fault. I shouldn't have asked my third brother to accompany me to build a snowman yesterday. It's all my fault..." the younger sister said, blaming herself.
"Don't worry, little sister, the master will be fine as long as the real person is here." Xiaoyu comforted her.
"Yes, little sister, the master doesn't want to see you like this, so don't cry." Su Xin handed the little sister a handkerchief and asked her to wipe her tears.
"You guys go out first. I'll wipe the mistress's body, and when the medicine is brought, I'll have it brewed." Sun Simiao took the wine brought by Sister-in-law Li and said to several people.
After hearing what Sun Simiao said, the women temporarily left the room and stood in the courtyard waiting.
"Little sister, what's wrong with the Lord now?" After Muramasa got the news, he also rushed over. When he saw the little sister and the others, he asked quickly.
"The real person is inside, and he said it's fine. It's all my fault. I don't dare to pester the third brother to build a snowman." The younger sister said with tears in her eyes.
"It's okay, little sister, don't worry, the master will definitely get well soon." Muramasa comforted him.
Zhang San is not only the backbone of the girls, but also the pillar and guide of Zhangjia Village. This illness immediately made everyone worried.
"Miss, the medicine is here." Zhang Fu said panting and sweating profusely from running.
"Okay, thank you for your hard work. Aunt Song, please hurry up and make some medicine." The younger sister took the herbs and called Aunt Song over.
"Okay, miss, I'll go right away." Aunt Song had already prepared the small stove, and after taking the herbs, she hurriedly prepared it.
After Sun Simiao wiped Zhang San's body with strong wine and fed him some herbs, he said to everyone: "Now that the Xiaosan fever has gone away a little, let's go out first, drink medicine and let him have a good rest."
After hearing this, the younger sister and the others felt relieved and walked out with three turns. Sun Simiao did not leave because he was worried about Zhang San's health. Muramasa sat with him in the front hall drinking tea, waiting for Zhang San to wake up.
At noon, Sun Simiao checked Zhang San again and found that his pulse had stabilized, his forehead was no longer so hot, and he felt a little more at ease.
Aunt Song made lunch while Zhang San was ill in bed. The younger sister seemed to have become mature again and arranged for everyone to have dinner.
Xiaoyu and Xiaomei brought a bowl of porridge to Zhang San's room and prepared to feed Zhang San something to eat. However, when they opened the door and saw Zhang San again like in the morning, with a red face and cold sweat on his forehead, they were immediately frightened.
The two of them jumped.
Sun Simiao also hurriedly came in to check. After feeling the pulse and checking, he couldn't help but frown.
When everyone saw Sun Simiao's expression, their hearts suddenly trembled, fearing that some bad news would come out of Sun Simiao's mouth.
"It's strange. Judging from the pulse and characteristics, it should be caused by cold wind and invasion of external evils. But it's so strange to be so violent and repeated!" Sun Simiao pondered for a while, felt for his pulse again, and closed his eyes to feel it carefully.
"I want to go back...go back..." Zhang San started talking nonsense again.
"Why did you bring me here...why..."
"I haven't become a regular employee yet..."
"I also want to go to Tiananmen Square to watch the flag raising..."
Everyone listened to some nonsense coming out of Zhang San's mouth from time to time, intermittently, and seemed to be in great pain.
"Master, what's wrong with my third brother? It was the same this morning. He talked a lot in his sleep and I couldn't even understand him." The younger sister swallowed.
Xiaoyu and Suxin also clasped their hands, looking at Zhang San lying there in pain, full of worry and fear.
"Alas! Xiaosan has some deep obsession in his heart!" Sun Simiao sighed, feeling very worried at this time.
"Ma'am, what do you mean by that?" the little girl asked.
"Xiao San is suffering from a heart disease, but unfortunately we don't know the cause of his illness!" Sun Simiao stood up and thought repeatedly about how to wake up Zhang San, otherwise no one would be able to do anything.