Chapter 30

"Hello, Mr. Zhang! So... "

"Uncle Wang, it's me. Mr. Zhang, he has a fever. Can you find a doctor for me now? He's in a serious condition! " Mo Hui interrupts Uncle Wang's question and directly explains the current situation.

"It's the boss, aren't you? You wait. I'll contact you right now. I'll call you when I get in touch! " Uncle Wang got out of bed on the phone.

"Well, thank you so much!" Mo Hui was relieved. Thank you very much!

Hang up the phone, Mo looked back at the sleeping man on the bed, put his mobile phone into his pocket, picked up the towel and went downstairs.

After the small hall, she looked up at the old clock, which was still swinging. The round black and white dial showed 3:55.

It's late at night.

She went into the kitchen and found a clean water basin. She took half a basin of cold water from the VAT. Fortunately, the water was spring water picked up during the day. Now the water is cold, which can help him relieve his dryness and heat.

At this time, the pocket came out of a deep ring.

She took out her cell phone and pressed the call button: "Hello, Uncle Wang. Have you found a doctor? "

"Yes, yes. I'm driving him now. I'll be there in ten minutes. Don't worry too much, boss Uncle Wang was breathing heavily. It was obvious that he had just run a long way.

"Well, I know. I'll open the door and wait for you to go upstairs

"Well, good! I hung up! "

Take up the line, she got up, opened the front door and went to the small yard. By the light in the house and the moonlight in the sky, you can see the outline of things around you.

The edge of the distant mountain has been slightly bright, even the clouds there are also a little bright.

She stayed in the yard for a while, until there was a sound of bicycles and two people talking on the path, and then slowly opened the door.

"Boss, why did you come down and wait for us. It's too late at night. Be careful, you'll get cold too. " As soon as Uncle Wang saw Mo Hui, he began to nag before he got out of the car.

"It's OK. As soon as Mr. Zhang fell asleep, I waited by the way. " Don't look back.

"This is Dr. Xiao Huang, the son of old doctor Huang in the town. He is also very good at medicine. As soon as I told him that he didn't even think about it, he agreed. How kind of a doctor Uncle Wang was laughing.

"Mr. Zhang has helped our town so much. I'm just doing my best." Dr. Huang pushed the big black eye glasses on his nose.

"I'm sorry to be so late. Dr. Huang, Uncle Wang, let's go up first! "

"Good."

Three people into the house, Mo back to let two people go up first, he turned into the kitchen end basin upstairs.

When entering the room, Dr. Huang was taking Zhang lingshuo's temperature with a thermometer.

"Mr. Zhang, when did you begin to feel uncomfortable?" While waiting for the thermometer to arrive, Dr. Huang inquired.

"Yesterday morning." Zhang lingshuo opened his eyes and saw the strange man beside the bed. He turned his head and looked at Mo Hui at the table. He tried his best to put away the weakness on his face, and forced himself to reply.

However, his condition seems to be more serious, even his voice is rough.

As soon as you speak, your voice seems to grind through your throat, causing a pain before you can export.

"Can you open your mouth and let me see?"

Zhang lingshuo opened his mouth.

Dr. Huang picked up the flashlight and put it into Zhang lingshuo's mouth. After careful examination, he turned off the flashlight and said, "well, Mr. Zhang, your throat is a little inflamed. I'll look at the thermometer again. "

Then he took out the thermometer from Zhang lingshuo.

"Thirty nine degrees five." Dr. Huang frowned slightly and asked, "can you cough?"

"Yes." Zhang lingshuo nodded.

Mo Hui couldn't help adding, "he has a very bad cough."

Dr. Huang smiles and takes out the stethoscope. "Mr. Zhang, I need to listen to your heartbeat now. Please cooperate. Uncle Wang, help me untie the two buttons on Mr. Zhang's shirt. "

"Good." Uncle Wang's dark hand quickly unbuttoned two buttons.

Dr. Huang put the stethoscope on Zhang lingshuo's chest. "Mr. Zhang, please exhale and inhale for three times. Well, yes, very good. "

He changed positions and took off the stethoscope.

"Mr. Zhang, do you feel muscle ache?"

"Well."

"Do you spit?"

"Yes."

"All right."

"Xiao Huang, how is Mr. Zhang ill?" Uncle Wang, who was waiting for the result, asked anxiously.

"I think it's just a common cold. The weather has changed a lot these days, and Mr. Zhang's acclimatization has made him behave more seriously. I'll prescribe some antibiotics and antipyretics first, and I'll get better after eating. Remember to drink more water and have more rest. Don't let sweat accumulate on your body for too long. If possible, dry it as soon as you have sweat to avoid getting cold again. In addition, there should be more ventilation in the room. " Dr. Huang explained that different quantities of medicine were poured out of the medicine bottles in the medicine box and put on the table in small paper bags."Don't worry, Mr. Zhang. Take good care of yourself. I'll come back tomorrow. " Dr. Huang asked him to carry the medicine box and walk out of the room.

"Boss, do you want me to stay and take care of Mr. Zhang? If you go back to the back building to have a rest, you are not in good health. Don't be tired any more." Uncle Wang asked.

Mo Hui looks at Zhang lingshuo with strong fighting spirit, with a trace of heartache in his heart.

He always looks like a strong man in front of others. Even when he is sick, he tries to be strong. If Uncle Wang is around, he can't have a good rest.

Knowing that he could not recognize her at all, he could treat her with a young attitude when he was ill?

This man, is too hateful, let her upset, but her upset and a little bit willing to taste.

"No, I'm fine. He's a very cooperative patient Mo Hui light back, see his eyes have a sigh of relief streamer.

Heart, suddenly pain up.

Why is it so easy for her to feel sorry for him?

Why does she know his emotion when he is just a tiny expression?

However, the answer is no solution.

For example, in junior high school, the problem of mathematical proof was painstakingly proved to be unsolved in the end.

"OK, please call me if you need anything." Uncle Wang also went out of the room.

"OK, I'll take you down!"

"No. We can go down by ourselves. " Uncle Wang waved his hand and followed Dr. Huang downstairs to leave. Two minutes later, the sound of bicycles shaking came from the yard.

Mo Hui just took back his eyes, went back to the table, poured a glass of water from the pot, carefully identified the small paper bag where the antipyretic was, and poured it in the palm of his hand according to the particles written on it.

"Come on, let's take the medicine before we sleep." Mo Hui took the water cup and medicine to the bedside and coaxed them softly.

Zhang lingshuo closed his eyes and stood five meters away from the bed. He could still feel his burning breath, which showed how sick he was. He was trying to hold up just now, right?

Mingming was so ill that he was delirious. Just now, he was able to deal with it clearly. This man Can this man make her feel less distressed?

Hearing her voice, Zhang lingshuo opened his eyes slowly. His black eyes still had no thought. He said in a coarse voice, "I want to eat steamed buns and millet porridge!"

This man can be a little more rogue.

Mo Hui angrily thought that he had an impulse to pour the water in the glass on his face.

It's still dark. Where can she find the materials for making steamed buns?

What's more, why does she make steamed stuffed buns for him? Why does he think he has the right to order her and she has to listen to him!

He even started ordering.

But she can't get angry with a sick man after all, can she?

"Now the market is not open. It's not for sale. Why don't I make some porridge for you first? " Mo Hui first hypnotizes himself, then slows down his tone, trying to reason with the man in the disease.

He frowned and thought, "OK. You can make steamed buns at dawn. I know you can

“…… Good He reluctantly answered.

Mo Hui took a smile, and was immediately doused out by his next words, "steamed stuffed bun can't put meat, and salt can't be too heavy."

This man can be more hateful.

The dazzling sun rose from the side of the mountain. Mo Hui came downstairs with Zhang lingshuo's empty bowl. He saw Uncle Wang carrying big bags of things into the small hall.

"Boss, the townspeople are worried when they know that Mr. Zhang is ill. I'm afraid that coming to see a doctor will disturb his rest, so let me help him. You'll have to go out and buy again. " Uncle Wang said enthusiastically and put the things on the bamboo table in the small hall.

"Well, thank you. But I'll just take some. " Mo Hui picked out vegetables, potatoes, eggplant, Sydney and other fruits and vegetables, and put chicken, duck, fish and other meat back to Uncle Wang.

"How can you choose dishes that are not nutritious? Aren't these chickens, ducks and fish more nutritious? You need a lot of tonic in your illness! " Uncle Wang didn't know why.

"When he was sick, he only ate light food. He didn't touch the heavy oil star at all." He used to vomit all the things in his stomach after eating meat buns, until he vomited out the Yellow gall sweat. So, she always remembers his habits.

"I'm sorry, we don't know." Uncle Wang scratched his head, "then I'll go to the construction site first, and come back to have a look after finishing work."

"OK, take your time." Mo Hui put down the bowl and went upstairs.

He had fallen asleep. She reached for his breath. It was warmer than last night, but it was still very hot.

She yawned. Originally, she wanted to go back to the back floor to have a rest, but worried that his situation would change. She pulled a chair and sat by the bed, watching him quietly.

His thick silky hair droops back slightly because of his deep sleep. His ear lobes are long and fleshy, which means that he is blessed with a long life. Her eyes touch his full forehead, and there are fine beads of sweat on it. She dries the towel in the water basin beside him, and gently wipes it for him. She is afraid that her hands are too big to wake him up.His eyes were closed, his nose was high, and his lips were thin and moderate. He was not a thin lip, which meant that he was not a fickle person, but he was too bad to her.

It just proves that she's not the one he ordered, right?

Heart, bitter up, such as bubble into bile water, how struggle is bitter.