Chapter 80

At present, the weeds are all wet, and the weather will be cold in this season.

Then

Du Daqiang couldn't help grinning.

"Well, you can have a rest in the room now. I'll go to the kitchen and bring you breakfast. By the way, I'll persuade Xiaocao." Du Daqiang said kindly.

But this person's heart and mouth are different. On his face, he let Sun Guixiang calm down. On his heart, he thought that when Du Cao was sick and weak, he could take advantage of the situation.

Just because of ethical considerations, he can't be blatant, so he went to the kitchen to observe the situation before making plans.

Then Du Daqiang quickly sneaked into the kitchen. He wanted to pretend to care about Du Cao, but he only saw breakfast on the stove.

Because of sun Guixiang's impatient temper, he didn't delay his time. It's useless to be annoyed. It seems that he still has to create his own opportunities!

The wing room in the corner of the courtyard, accompanied by Ji Shumo, wakes up the ducao who just fell into a short coma.

She opened her eyes and found herself lying in bed with a little pain in her forehead, so she felt very inexplicable.

"What happened? How can I... "Du Cao wants to talk and stops. Seeing Ji Shumo's concerned eyes, he can't help but feel a touch in his heart.

But this feeling soon disappeared, she frowned and asked: "just now I clearly remember going out to cut firewood."

Ji Lyric Mo is still frowning sword eyebrows, issued a sigh that seems to be distressed, staring at the sick face of Du Cao, to help her cover the quilt again.

"Just now you fainted at the door. You are so weak that you have to cut firewood. Can you promise me to take care of your body?" Ji Shumo once said so many words in one breath, but at the same time he hated his powerlessness.

I couldn't protect my family before, but I can't protect him now.

If he had been his former identity, I'm afraid he would have escaped from this purgatory like place with duckweed. His eyes were opposite and his mood was a little complicated.

"Oh, I said, how do I feel dizzy, and my forehead hurts. I must have knocked on the ground when I fainted just now." Du Cao raised a pale smile and said with interest.

Ji Shu nodded heavily and put his palm on her forehead.

"Now you have a fever, and there is no warm water in the room. I'm thinking, do you want to go to the city to get some medicine for you?"

Seeing Ji Shumo's indifferent face, but he was full of concern for himself, Du Cao guessed that he must be very anxious during the period when he fainted.

This makes Du Cao feel very warm in her heart. At least when she is reborn into this miserable family, there is a young man who comes across by chance to care for herself.

"Just without warm water, and you don't have to go to the city to get medicine. Have you forgotten my little jar?" Du Cao said with a curved smile, and she was a doctor herself.

What's wrong? Can't you take care of yourself?

Hearing that Du Cao mentions the small jar hidden in the wardrobe, Ji Lyric's look is full of confusion.

Although she collected a lot of herbs in the past two days, she didn't seem to have any herbs that could cure wind cold and fever.

"You're not going to use that stick to get rid of the fever, are you?" Ji Shumo can't help but ask, sword eyebrow a pick, full of doubt.

But Du Cao looked at the young man joking about his appearance and pushed him with a weak body, pretending to be angry.

"I've always said that it's called snake spirit wood."

Ji Shumo suddenly smiles. In fact, he has long remembered the name of this herb. He just wants to tease Du Cao and make her feel better.

"Right, right, snake spirit wood!" He nodded in affirmation, pretending to be modest, half accommodating and half coaxing patiently.

"I'm not as smart as you. I always forget the names of all kinds of herbs." Ji Shumo looked at the arm slightly forced, supporting the body against the bed on the wood, said.

In fact, he was suddenly a little grateful to sun Guixiang's mother-in-law. If it wasn't for her cold water, ducao would not get sick, so naturally, he would not be given the chance to take care of the little girl.

Then he got up, opened the door of the wardrobe, took out the small jar from the inside and put it on the table.

"Excuse me, doctor, what herbal medicine can treat the disease of wind cold and body heat?" Ji Shumo asked respectfully, pretending to pose so that Du Cao couldn't help but chuckled.

Later, in order to cooperate with Ji Lyric ink, Du Cao converged the smile on her small face, deliberately coughed lightly and cleared her voice.

As if he were a highly respected doctor, he stroked the beard that didn't exist in his chin with his tender little hand, recalled the kinds of herbs he had collected in the mountain, and tilted his head to inform Ji Shumo."Then you can see if there are yellow roots in the jar. It looks yellow and you can see it at a glance." Du Cao thought about it, and then he remembered Huang gen, whom he had not seen before.

Although it's not worth money, it's an effective medicine for daily diseases such as colds and diseases.

In the end, I was afraid that the boy could not find it, so I specially provided Huang Gen's features.

Smelling speech, Ji Shumo lowered his head and put his hand into the small jar to look for it carefully. Soon he found several tuberous plants and took out one for Du Cao to check.

"Is this Huanggen?" Ji looked at the plants curiously, how ugly they were. There was a trace of disgust in his eyes, but he still held Huang Gen and asked.

"Yes, but it takes boiling water to work." Du Cao nodded and recalled Huang Gen's way of eating. He said anxiously.

Ji admired Du Cao's medical knowledge, almost comparable to the first half of the doctor.

But now they have a problem, that is, Du Cao can't get out of bed, and Ji Lyric Mo can't go to the kitchen to decoct medicine.

However, in order to recover as soon as possible, he suggested that he take Huanggen with him to make a fire in the wilderness and try to cook the medicine.

Du Cao thinks it's too troublesome, and he doesn't want Ji Shumo to make a lot of trouble for himself.

She sat up slowly with her hands on the bed and said feebly, "I'd better take it to the kitchen myself. Just help me up."

But Ji Shumo was afraid that Du Cao would faint again, so he directly disagreed.

"You can't do this. You look as soft as cotton. How can you make a fire and boil water?" Ji Shumo frowns at the girl who wants to be brave alone. Somehow, a nameless fire rises in her heart.

Angry this little girl does not cultivate her body well. She is sick like this. In case something happens again, what can she do?

As a matter of fact, Du Cao has already felt that he can't do what he wants, but he always thinks that it's not good for Ji to go to the field to decoct medicine.

"Then why don't you help me smash Huanggen and I'll drink some of the juice. Although Huanggen is slightly poisonous, I'm sick now. Maybe I can fight with it." The duckweed explained with reason.

Although Ji Lyric ink also think this idea is good, but heard that Huanggen toxic and began to hesitate.

What if the disease is more serious due to poisoning?

On this issue, Ji Lyric ink will only do a safe thing, and he will not let Du Cao Bai be bullied.