Dressed as a peasant girl, she pampered the powerful villain

Chapter 18
When Wang Shuyan woke up the next day, she felt soft and weak all over her body, and she knew she was sick.

Erlang, who had been waiting in front of the collapse all night, was sleeping on his stomach, his little hands tightly grasping the skirt of his sister's clothes, his closed eyes were slightly swollen, his eyelashes were still wet, and his face was covered with dry tears.

Mrs. Zhang, who had put her youngest son to sleep, came in and found that she was actually awake. She cried with joy and said, "Yan'er, you finally woke up. How are you? Are you hungry?"

Wang Shuyan wanted to open her mouth to say something, but suddenly a rush of blood rushed from her lungs to her throat. She leaned over and spit out: "Pfft..."

Immediately afterwards, darkness and dizziness hit her. She closed her eyes and fell asleep again, feeling that something was gradually withdrawing from her body.

In the confusion of consciousness, she seemed to hear someone saying in her ear: Thank you!

Thank you?Thank her for what?
Why is this thank you so reluctant and sad?

Zhang and Erlang turned pale with fright when they saw Wang Shuyan waking up and vomiting a large pool of black blood.

Huge fear struck her, and Mrs. Zhang felt like she was falling into a cold pool. She tremblingly reached out and pushed her daughter a few times, only to find that her whole body was frighteningly cold.

Mrs. Zhang wailed in disbelief: "Yan'er, please don't abandon me..."

"Sister..."

Erlang was frightened by his mother's reaction, so he called out to Wang Shuyan.

But the slumped sister still closed her eyes tightly and did not respond to his call.

The blood at the corner of her mouth was as deep as thick ink, and even the usually red birthmark became extremely dim at this time, making her face lifeless.

Erlang was so stimulated by such a sister that his scalp was numb, and he felt that the sky was about to collapse. He shook his head in disbelief: "No... sister will not die, sister cannot die."

Thinking that my sister came back with medicine two days ago, his eyes suddenly lit up and he said to Mrs. Zhang, "Mom, I...I'll go find Dr. Li...you guard my sister."

After saying that, without waiting for Zhang's response, the little figure ran out of the house.

After Erlang walked out of the house, he remembered Li Zheng's words yesterday and ran all the way to the west. He ran too fast and bumped into people.

"Oh..." The other party grinned after being hit by her.

Erlang didn't care when he bumped into someone. He got up and continued running, but was suddenly caught by someone. The other person scolded him, "You little bastard, you dare to run after hitting someone?" ', he was so anxious that he jumped up and down with his face red: "Let me go, if it's any later, my sister will die."

The person who caught him was Aunt Su. She was startled when she heard the child's words. When she realized that it was Zhang's child, she quickly asked seriously: "What's wrong with your sister?" Wasn't she fine yesterday?
Erlang wanted to hold back his tears, but he still cried out: "I don't know, my sister was fine yesterday, but she vomited blood as soon as she woke up, wuwu... I want to find Dr. Li to treat her, Auntie, Li Where does the doctor live..."

By the end, Erlang was crying loudly.

Aunt Su's expression suddenly changed, and without saying a word she pulled Er Lang and ran towards Dr. Li's house.

A quarter of an hour later, there was a noise outside the house. Doctor Li, who had been violently dragged by Aunt Su, finally arrived at the Wang family.

As soon as he entered the room, Doctor Li smelled a pungent smell of blood, as well as the cries of Zhang and Sanlang.

Aunt Su hurriedly went up to pull them up: "Ms. Zhang, please let Mr. Li show it to Sister Yan. Don't panic yet. Don't scare San Lang."

Seeing Dr. Li, Mrs. Zhang's defeated eyes lit up. She knelt down and kowtowed to him: "Mr. Li, please show mercy and save my little girl. I will pay you any money." Dr. Li was afraid that he would miss the diagnosis and treatment. Mrs. Zhang said angrily: "How unbecoming is it to cry when something happens! Practicing medicine and saving people is my bounden duty, do you still need to remind me? Hurry up and drive away. It's too late. Then you will have time to cry."

This drink made Mrs. Zhang so frightened that she forgot about her grief. She quickly stood up and gave way, holding her little son in her arms and waiting nervously.

Aunt Su patted her gently to express her relief. Mrs. Zhang looked at her and nodded slightly.

Erlang didn't dare to get too close or too far away. He stood in front of Zhang and stared at her with a good look.

Two quarters of an hour later, Doctor Li put away the silver needle, breathed a secret sigh of relief, and said to Mrs. Zhang and others: "Sister Yan's pulse is stable. This is congestion. Vomiting it out will be beneficial to her but not harmful. It just looks scary, so don’t worry too much.”

Doctor Li thought: This is not a disease, this is a lack of sleep, this pulse is strong and strong, this is not a person who is about to die.

I don't know if it was an illusion, but Dr. Li always felt that the red spot birthmark on Sister Yan's face had faded a lot as the congestion in the lungs was spit out.

There was still a pungent smell of blood in the room that stimulated Zhang's senses. Her legs were weak and she was supported by Erlang. After hearing Dr. Li's diagnosis, she couldn't help covering her face and crying: "I thought..."

She thought her daughter suddenly fell ill and would die soon.

Erlang raised his little face and asked Doctor Li: "Grandpa, when will my sister wake up?"

Doctor Li looked at Erlang with loving eyes: "Your sister is too weak and needs to be recuperated. Grandpa will give her a prescription to help her sleep soundly. Let her have a good sleep in the past few days, okay?"

Erlang raised his sleeves to wipe away the tears that were about to fall again, and nodded heavily: "Okay."

He is the man of the family and cannot cry casually.

Doctor Li looked at Mrs. Zhang: "Sister Yan's pulse is very gentle, just like when a normal person falls asleep. This means that she is just tired now and will wake up naturally after sleeping enough."

After thinking about it, she added: "Mrs. Zhang, don't blame me for saying something harsh. A person's life is about experiencing rebirth in the ups and downs of impermanence. Even if Sister Yan is really dead, there are still two brothers who need your protection? Don't you think so? Can't you see? Look at yourself now, how can you still be as stable as a mother? It's not as good as your seven-year-old Erlang who can handle it clearly."

Mrs. Zhang was so angry at being scolded by Doctor Li that she felt even more ashamed when she looked at her two sons. She knelt down and thanked Doctor Li: "Thank you, Mr. Li, for your kind words that saved me from going astray. I will remember this for the rest of my life."

Yes, how could she only focus on venting her panic and sadness while relinquishing her responsibilities as a mother? Mr. Li was right. At the critical moment, she was not as capable as the seven-year-old Erlang.

Doctor Li helped her up and sighed: "We practitioners are most afraid of two kinds of people. One is people who want to die, and the other is people who want to live. If you want to die, no matter how good I am, No medicine will help; if you focus on survival, even if you are in hell, you can still crawl out of the way; Madam Zhang, don’t always belittle yourself and fall into the clouds and mud and know that it is not a blessing? Don’t trap yourself in a cage."

Mrs. Zhang looked at the silver-haired Doctor Li and felt enlightened. She smiled gratefully at him and said, "Junior, I understand."

Erlang followed Dr. Li to get the medicine. Doctor Li's words were like a basin of warm water drenching Mrs. Zhang from head to toe. Her eyes were no longer gray. She solemnly thanked Aunt Su, coaxed Sanlang to get better, and cheered up. , quickly brought a basin of water in to clean up the mess in the house.

Aunt Su looked at Mrs. Zhang who looked like a different person after being scolded by Mr. Li, and she couldn't bear it. She tried to help several times but was declined by Mrs. Zhang.

Finally, Aunt Su looked at San Lang who was following Mrs. Zhang, and then at Sister Yan who was still lying down, then turned and walked into the stove to cook something to her heart's content.

As the saying goes, distant relatives are not as good as close neighbors. Aunt Su feels that the Zhang family can get along well.

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