Dressed as cannon fodder, fake daughter, she worked hard

Chapter 72
Jiang Sheng adjusted to the light before opening his eyes again.

The boy in the indigo robe squatted halfway, the light hit the boy from behind, and the shadow cast on the wall, wrapped around Jiang Sheng, making Jiang Sheng look extraordinarily petite.

Jiang Sheng frowned: "Jiang Yan."

She woke up again, and then called out: "Brother."

Tsk, why did she fall asleep here? She almost thought that she... went back.

There was a small balcony on the second floor of Jiang Sheng’s former home, and there was a white cradle chair with woven flowers on the balcony.In her free time, she especially liked to lie there basking in the sun, and then fell asleep in the sun, without even covering her with a quilt, and she slept soundly and sweetly.

Occasionally, grandpa or sister would go upstairs to see her. If it was grandpa, he would wake her up with a loud voice, complaining about how she can fall asleep anywhere, and what to do if she catches a cold;
If it is the elder sister, the elder sister will pick a piece of decorative feather from the wooden frame, or hold a piece of paper and gently brush the tip of her nose.She feels itchy and wakes up slowly.

Thinking of the past, Jiang Sheng felt a sour feeling in his heart.

Even if she can go back one day, there will be some days when she will never be able to go back.

Jiang Yan felt that the person in front of him seemed to see someone through him, and saw her eyes lowered slightly.

Jiang Sheng stood up holding the corner of the wall, patted her skirt, and was about to casually ask Jiang Yan why he was here, when Liu Langzhong had already come out.

"Jiang...Ms. Jiang?" Liu Zhongran was taken aback for a moment, and then immediately saw Jiang Yan next to him.

Liu Zhongran said to Jiang Yan: "Master Jiang is here?"

"Well, how are they?"

Liu Zhongran replied: "Miss Zhongyi's condition is still the same. Her body is weak and she has contracted the wind and cold, but she is fine. It's just strange that the wind and cold are so stubborn and she hasn't recovered." Liu Zhongran frowned.

"Mrs. Zhong probably contracted the wind and cold because she was worried about her daughter and took care of her day and night. It's not serious. Take a rest, take medicine and sleep, and you'll be fine tomorrow."

He said: "I'll prepare some medicine later, and have it delivered. I'll fry it and eat it, then observe and observe."

Jiang Yan nodded: "Excuse me, I'll go and see them."

"No trouble.

Before he could say the polite words, Liu Zhongran's eyes suddenly lit up, and he looked at Jiang Sheng without moving, the beard at the corner of his mouth and the creases on his face were shining brightly.

Jiang Sheng: "???"

After a while.

Jiang Sheng stood in the not spacious but clean room, still a little unresponsive, how he was coaxed here.

An eleven or twelve-year-old girl was sitting on the bed, drinking porridge carefully, she looked very well-behaved, and an ordinary-looking woman was sitting beside her.

Although the woman's appearance is not outstanding, the little girl looks very good-looking.

Liu Zhongran smiled and said: "Miss Jiang, it is reasonable to say that it's just a cold, but Zhong Yi girl has been infected with the cold for a month, and it's been a while, but she hasn't recovered."

The woman stood up and asked cautiously: "Mr. Liu, this is your... disciple?" She looked at Jiang Sheng.

It doesn't look like it either.

Liu Zhongran also looked at Jiang Sheng, and seeing that Jiang Sheng didn't respond, he introduced: "No, this is the girl from the Jiangping Houfu."

"Jiangpinghou Mansion?" Zhong Suyun's eyes flickered, and he wanted to see Jiang Yan, but he restrained himself.

Jiang Sheng didn't think much about it, he just thought that Zhong Suyun knew Jiang Yan, that's why he was surprised by his identity.

Zhong Suyun asked softly: "Is this girl too young?" Is it reliable?

Liu Langzhong gave a warning wink.

Zhong Suyun didn't speak any more.

The little girl sitting on the bed finished drinking the porridge and put the bowl on the table. Jiang Sheng looked at Zhong Yi's face and asked warmly, "What's your name?"

"Zhong Yi." Her voice was very soft, and her watery eyes seemed a little listless in her illness.

"Is it the 'Yi' of etiquette?"

Zhong Yi nodded and let out a very thin "hmm".

"Okay, Zhong Yi." Jiang Sheng unconsciously lowered his voice, "Then why do you feel uncomfortable now?"

Zhong Yi said in a muffled voice, "Nowhere is comfortable."

"Does your head hurt?"

"A little dizzy."

Jiang Sheng asked Zhong Yi a few other questions, then turned his head and asked Zhong Suyun: "Is there any wine?"

Zhong Suyun nodded hurriedly: "Yes."

Jiang Sheng followed Zhong Suyun to the kitchen to fetch a glass of water, a glass of vinegar, and a glass of wine, and asked Zhong Yi to distinguish between them.

"Which glass is water?"

Zhong Yi wrinkled her small face: "...I, I don't know."

Jiang Sheng asked her to lie down again, and pressed Zhong Yi's face, Zhong Yi hissed: "It hurts."

"Where does it hurt? Here?"

"It hurts."

In the end, Jiang Sheng took Zhong's pulse, turned his head and said to Liu Langzhong: "Complications of wind-cold and sinusitis are not serious problems now, just take medicine treatment, and if it is delayed, it may aggravate bronchitis or even pneumonia."

No matter how powerful Jiang Sheng is, there is no condition to perform surgery on her in this era.

Liu Zhongran was taken aback: "Nose...what inflammation?"

Jiang Sheng repeated: "Sinusitis."

Liu Zhongran was still at a loss.

What is sinusitis?
Jiang Sheng thought for a while, and guessed that the term sinusitis might not exist in this era: "The collective term for sinus mucosal inflammatory diseases, this is not important. I want to write something if I have a pen or paper."

Zhong Suyun and Zhong Yi were illiterate, and naturally there were no such things as pens, inks, papers and inkstones at home, so Jiang Sheng went back to the medical clinic with Liu Langzhong.

On the way, Jiang Yan tilted his head and asked Jiang Sheng: "Are you still going to see a doctor?"

He seemed to smile a little.

Jiang Sheng didn't understand whether Jiang Yan had discovered that she was not the original owner, so he replied cautiously: "A little bit."

In fact, Jiang Sheng even suspected that Mrs. Hou knew that she was not the original owner, but Mrs. Hou's attitude towards her has never changed, and Jiang Sheng didn't bother to think about it.

Jiang Yan left before reaching the medical hall, Jiang Sheng heaved a sigh of relief, and then asked curiously: "Liu Langzhong, what is the relationship between my brother, Mrs. Zhong and Zhong Yi?"

Liu Zhongran was even more confused: "Is he your brother or my brother?"

Jiang Sheng: "?"

Liu Zhongran: "?"

Jiang Sheng changed the way of asking: "Does he often come to West Alley?"

Liu Zhongran replied: "Mr. Jiang came to me last month and said that a friend was sick. He asked me to go and see him. In the past month, I have seen Mr. Jiang twice."

"However, the book boy next to Mr. Jiang came to ask about Miss Zhongyi's situation. The medical money for Mrs. Zhong and Mrs. Zhongyi was paid by Mr. Jiang."

Jiang Sheng didn't ask any more questions.

When they arrived at the medical center, Jiang Sheng wrote the prescription, and Liu Zhongran asked the drug boy to go to the pharmacy to buy the medicine and send it to Mrs. Zhong.

There are medicinal materials in the medical hall, but there is no complete pharmacy.Improper storage of medicinal materials will easily lose their efficacy, so Liu Zhongran did not hoard a lot in the medical hall.

Jiang Sheng warned again: "The prescription in Chapter 1 is decocted and taken, and the prescription in Chapter 2 is for external use. Remember to ask the pharmacy to grind it into powder and mix it with rice wine."

Mrs. Zhong couldn't read, so Yaotong had to dictate and recount all these things.

The drug boy should go down.

Only now did Liu Zhongran have time to sit down: "What I said to Miss Jiang last time..."

He sighed: "Speaking of it, it's also a matter of me being an old friend."

That was ten years ago.

(End of this chapter)