Chapter 142

Although scar's face said so, Yu Guang's face obviously sank a lot when he caught a glimpse of Jiang qingran's obviously burning appearance.

Keenly aware of the abnormality of scar's face, Mu Zhi sneered: "if my son has any accident, do you think you can still get the silver?"

Scar face put away his evil smile and looked at mu Zhihuan fiercely: "don't try to fool me with your set. Don't you still have you without your son?"

Mu Zhihuan looked at scar's face like a fool: "my husband is a merchant family. I'm just his concubine. It's not because my stomach worked hard to give birth to a son."

"Otherwise, why do you think I can go out with the caravan?"

After saying this, mu Zhihuan clearly saw that the shaking in the face of the knife handle became more and more obvious, so she continued while the iron was hot:

"I asked you to bring a doctor to see my son, not only for your good, but also for my good."

"If my son died here accidentally, I would be of little value. It doesn't matter if I was abandoned by him, but you don't have to get the silver."

This is a point. Scar face must have done such a business more than once.

So he must know what kind of position boys have in the hearts of people in this age, especially in rich families.

Sure enough, after hesitating for a moment, scar's face whispered to the man behind him, "go and invite the doctor."

The man nodded quickly and ran out almost like the wind under his feet.

After a while, the man came with a white haired old man. Scar face motioned the man to open the door and let the old man in.

After carefully passing the pulse to Xiaotuan Zi, the old man twisted his beard: "the young master probably doesn't adapt to the desert. It's hot in the day and cold at night. In addition, Xu was frightened, so he had this high fever."

Mu Zhi's heart sank with joy. Is it really a matter of life experience that has hit little Tuanzi too much?

Seeing the worry on mu Zhihuan's face, the old man comforted: "old man, open some medicine and conditioning, and you will be well soon."

"Then please."

Fortunately, it was not very serious. Seeing that the iron door was locked as soon as the old man came out of the prison, mu Zhihuan returned to xiaotuanzi and picked him up.

Scarface looked at the scene and sneered: "the doctor invited you and brought you the medicine. If he can't survive, I can't blame him."

Mu Zhihuan was too lazy to pay attention to him and wholeheartedly observed xiaotuanzi's face.

Seeing that mu Zhihuan didn't speak, scar face felt boring and soon left.

With the advent of the night, the temperature in the cell became lower and lower. Mu Zhihuan only wore a single shirt. The cold hit and made mu Zhihuan shiver.

Finally, in the morning, mu Zhihuan tired and cooled the small ball with a wet towel. She clearly felt that the temperature under her hand was not so hot, and the stone in Mu Zhihuan's heart was finally put down.

The man of the guard was calculated by mu Zhihuan yesterday. He deliberately found fault with mu Zhihuan when he put the meal today.

Mingming had two bowls on the plate, but he only put a bowl of porridge, and looked at mu Zhihuan with a resentful eye and sneered:

"Just one meal today. If you want your son to get better quickly, give him more food."

Carrying the bowl of porridge, Mu Zhi Huan sighed, and she gently shook the small ball in her arms.

In fact, xiaotuanzi has always been in a state of half dreaming and half waking. Mu Zhihuan shook him casually and he woke up.

When he opened his hazy eyes, little Tuanzi saw mu Zhihuan with a worried face and the porridge fed to his mouth.

Although he still wanted to be angry and refuse, but he was paralyzed and had no strength. The little dumpling could only open his thirsty lips and eat the white rice porridge fed by mu Zhihuan one by one.

There was not much porridge in a bowl. Little dumpling could eat it by almost one person. Looking at the empty bowl, mu Zhihuan was a little relieved. At least little dumpling could eat.

Maybe the old man's medicine was really effective. That afternoon, Xiaotuan was obviously refreshed.

But his spirit came out of Mu Zhihuan's arms again, and he had to go to the corner to shrink.

Mu Zhihuan grabbed the small ball and pressed him firmly on the mat made of his clothes.

The tone also took a trace of severity: "well, stop it! Do you know you're still ill?"

Little Tuanzi didn't care about his good intentions. He pouted and his eyes were full of tears: "I don't want you!"

well! This little guy has a stubborn temper!

Mu Zhihuan inserted her waist and wanted to say something several times. Finally, she turned into a sigh.

She went up and put the ball back on the mat: "OK, OK! Can I go? But you have to stay here honestly, or I'll hold you!"

Little Tuanzi hasn't been scolded since mu Zhihuan lost his memory. Suddenly, he was stunned by mu Zhihuan's roar.

Although he was wronged, he sat down on the cushion and didn't move any more.

Seeing that the little guy was finally honest, mu Zhihuan was a little relieved.

She didn't eat all day, which made her blood pressure a little low. After such a toss, mu Zhihuan was also tired. She found a corner, leaned against it, narrowed her eyes and let herself rest for a while.

Little Tuanzi watched mu Zhihuan from a distance and found that her face was not very good. He pursed his mouth, stood up several times, and finally sat back.

That afternoon, when the man came to give dinner, he saw mu Zhihuan's pale face and smiled proudly:

"How's it going? How do these two people taste when they eat a bowl of rice?"

Mu Zhi sneered: "are you only capable of this?"

Seeing that mu Zhihuan was still so hard spoken, the man spat: "horse, wait until you get the silver tomorrow, and see how the Lord will deal with you!"

So he put the bowl on the ground angrily, and then turned and left.

Tomorrow?

Mu Zhi was happy. Since someone came to hand in the time, it means that Gu Mingxuan may be okay. This cognition made Mu Zhi give a farewell breath.

She turned back and handed the bowl to xiaotuanzi: "here, eat, and drink medicine after eating."

Little Tuanzi looked straight at the bowl in Mu Zhihuan's hand. He heard the man's words just now. He had a bowl all day. He didn't notice that mu Zhihuan didn't eat at all.

So looking at the bowl of porridge, the little guy hesitated a little.

Not knowing what he was thinking, mu Zhihuan simply put the bowl directly on xiaotuanzi's hand: "eat! Do you still want to do it?"

Looking at the bowl of rice for a long time, the small dumpling scooped it up and ate it.

Only this time, he only ate half a bowl, and then put the bowl on the ground: "I'm full."

Glancing at more than half of the rice in the bowl, mu Zhihuan frowned, scooped up the rice and vegetables with a spoon and fed them to Xiaotuan's mouth: "eat so much, when can you be good! Come on, open your mouth and eat more."