The fool has become a spirit, and she can speak

Chapter 599 Is it raining?

Sui Xing sat on the chair next to his bed and said, "You look good and feel better soon."

Wan Lengxing smiled silently and said to his entourage: "You don't have to look at me. I'll be fine. Go to sleep."

Naturally, the two of them had to sleep in the same room. Sui Xing said, "I'm not sleepy yet."

Only then did Wan Lianxing realize that something was missing, "Where's the shadow?"

The attendant said: "I have gone to pick up the doctor from our house."

Wan Lianxing said: "They should have entered Chaizhou, right?"

The attendant said: "It should be in Chaizhou."

Wan Lengxing said: "Go to sleep."

Suixing didn't move, so Wan Lengxing said, "Then you sleep next to me. If I feel uncomfortable, I'll tell you."

Suixing took off his shoes and lay down next to Wan Lengxing. Both of them were half asleep and half awake. One was too physically tortured to sleep, and the other was too sleepy and tired to dare to sleep.

Suixing turned his head and asked Wan Lengxing: "What exactly makes you feel uncomfortable?"

Wan Lengxing said: "I don't feel uncomfortable."

Sui Xing didn't believe it, "Do you still want to vomit?"

Wan Lianxing shook his head gently. He had nothing to vomit. He also vomited out what he had eaten at night. Now he even vomited even water.

"Are you still feeling sick to your stomach?"

Wan Liexing said: "It's okay, not too uncomfortable."

Sui Xing put his hand on Wan Lienxing's stomach. Wan Lienxing's body had long since lost its previous body temperature, and his whole body was cold. Sui Xing got up and closed the window, then went to another bed and took the quilt over, pressing it on him. On Wan Lianxing's body.

Wan Liexing finally fell asleep after covering himself with two pairs of quilts, but Sui Xing didn't dare to sleep anymore.

When Wan Lianxing got up in the morning, he said he was hungry. When everyone heard this, it was a good thing. The old housekeeper said, "I will have people bring food and drink to the Marquis."

Wan Lengxing said, "I want to go down to eat. My body is tired from lying down."

When the old housekeeper heard that this man was so energetic, he felt even more happy. He said to Wan Lengxing, "Master Marquis, wait for me for a while."

Wan Lengxing said, "Where are you going?"

After a while, the old housekeeper gave Wan Lianxing a pointed straw hat: "Put this on."

Wan Lianxing looked at the hat in the old butler's hand and said, "It's so ugly. This looks like something you wear on a rainy day."

The old butler said: "No, it looks better on this one." After that, he helped Wan Lianxing put on his hat.

Wan Lianxing smiled and said, "What are you doing wearing this? How strange is it?"

The old housekeeper said: "Don't let anyone recognize you."

Wan Lianxing said with a smile: "I am not familiar with the place here. I don't know anyone here, and there is no one who knows me."

But Wan Lianxing still listened to the old housekeeper. His performance was particularly good, and the old housekeeper was particularly satisfied.

Going downstairs was the dining area. Wan Lianxing saw Mr. Wan standing at the door at a glance. He called out: "Brother."

Mr. Wan, who looked sad, turned around and put on a smile, "How do you feel?"

Wan Lianxing smiled and said, "I feel like I'm fine."

Mr. Wan smiled and said: "That's good, that's good."

There were five or six people at the door, all in a hurry.

Wan Lianxing said, "Is it raining?"

Mr. Wan said: "After dinner, the rain has almost stopped."

Wan Lianxing wanted to take a look for himself, but Mr. Wan had already pulled him towards the dining area, "Eat first."

Zhong Siyu was already waiting at the table, and waiting for Wan Lianxing was a bowl of herbal medicine.

Zhong Siyu asked with concern: "How do you feel?"

Wan Lianxing took off his straw hat and sat down with his back to the other guests at the table. He smiled and said to Zhong Siyu, "It feels like your bowl of herbs last night worked. I feel like I'm fine."

Zhong Siyu looked at Wan Lianxing, who looked sad but could still smile, and wondered whether what this man said was true or false.

But it was true that this person was abnormal. Wan Lianxing, who hardly smiled at her, had been smiling at her since last night, and he was still smiling now. Zhong Siyu felt even more uneasy.

Zhong Siyu took out a bowl of soup from the medicine jar and said, "I've prepared the medicine and it's still hot."

Wan Lengxing said, "Then I'll drink it while it's hot."

Zhong Siyu took out two pieces of candied fruit and wanted to feed them to Wan Lienxing. Wan Lienxing smiled and said, "I won't eat this anymore. I have to eat something first. I'm hungry."

The diligent Zhuer served everyone a bowl of porridge, "Master Marquis, this is minced meat porridge. The lady specially asked the cook here to cook it for you."

Wan Lianxing took a spoonful of it with a small spoon, tasted it and said, "It's delicious."

Everyone was relieved to see Wan Liexing like this.

Halfway through the meal, someone hurriedly ran down from upstairs and called, "Master, come up quickly. Madam, I'm afraid she may not be able to survive."

I saw the man who was eating at the table next to him threw down his chopsticks and ran upstairs.

The owner of the inn tilted his head and looked upstairs, muttering: "Oh, what a bad luck."

Soon the sound of a man wailing came from upstairs.

There were several people at the table eating, and they looked like rough men. One of them said in a rough voice: "Boss, what's going on? Can we still eat here?"

These people were tall and tall, and they all wore a big knife on their waist. They looked like people who were used to seeing life and death.

The innkeeper quickly came out to apologize and asked the clerk to bring a jar of wine to each table. He explained: "Please be patient, I can't help it. There are so many people dying of illness every year."

The rugged man said, "What's wrong?"

The owner of the inn said while pouring wine for the big man: "I didn't see that this man was brought to death. That woman was helped in yesterday, and her husband asked me to hire a doctor. I don't have any doctor on my hands." Yeah, but I didn't hear that this woman had any serious problems. She just suffered from vomiting and diarrhea. At that time, I thought that this rich lady was just squeamish and probably ate the wrong thing. I didn't expect her to leave right now. "

A person eating at another table said to me, "The vomiting and diarrhea are probably caused by malaria. The disease is not likely to kill anyone."

Mr. Wan couldn't swallow the mouthful of porridge in his mouth, his face turned livid, and no one at the table looked good.

Wan Lengxing put a spoonful of porridge into his mouth and whispered: "I am just vomiting, which is not the same as malaria. You can rest assured."

Mr. Wan forced a smile and said, "Of course I know you're fine."

He put some pickles into Wan Lianxing's bowl and said, "Eat some pickles with rice. If there is food in your stomach, you will be well soon."

Wan Lianxing smiled and drank half a bowl of porridge. He wanted to prove that his health was recovering.

If the crying upstairs didn't stop, no one would go up. The owner of the inn was an experienced man. Several guests died of illness in his inn every month. He was used to it, so he killed this family. The deceased family arranged for their own place to live in the backyard, so that his business would not be affected.