In the courtyard, everyone is afraid of the little boy who is so smart!

"How about this, Yushui, go get a towel, soak it in cold water, and put it on Jianguo's forehead. This will help cool him down first."

"Then, make him a bowl of egg water so that he can replenish his nutrition and water."

"I remember I still have some medicine I brought back from the clinic last time. I'll go look for it now to see if there's any that's right for him. Give it to him first and observe for a while."

"If his temperature still doesn't go down, we must take him to the health center immediately. We can't delay."

He Yushui stood there, with a hint of helplessness in her eyes. After all, she was just a young girl, and she was used to relying on Wang Jianguo to make decisions on all matters, big or small.

Now that Wang Jianguo suddenly fell ill, she was like a ship that had lost its direction. She was a little at a loss for a moment, and she subconsciously bit her lip.

Fortunately, Zhao Shuzhuo was there to respond calmly at this panic-stricken moment.

He Yushui's originally panic-stricken heart seemed to find a trace of confidence after hearing Zhao Shuzhuo's calm instructions.

There was still anxiety in her eyes, but her expression was more determined. She nodded repeatedly and said:

"Yes, yes, Brother Zhao, I'll go now."

Before she finished her words, she turned around hurriedly and walked eagerly towards where the towel was placed.

At the same time, Zhao Shuzhuo quickly returned to his room and looked around the house quickly.

Memory was like a precise key, leading him straight to the corner where the medicines were stored.

After a while, he found a small package of carefully packed medicine. This package of medicine was prepared by the doctor when he went to the clinic before, just to prepare for a rainy day.

It contains a mixture of antipyretics and cold medicines. Although there are not many types, they are like precious life-saving straws at this time.

Zhao Shuzhuo returned to Wang Jianguo's bedside with the medicine. His hands were trembling slightly. After all, it was difficult to completely conceal his worry when facing a sick friend.

But he still forced himself to remain calm and carefully fed the medicine to Wang Jianguo according to the dosage he remembered.

Then, he gently pulled over a chair and sat beside the bed, his eyes never leaving Wang Jianguo's face, as if he wanted to use his gaze to dispel the shadow of illness for him.

He Yushui also came back soon with a wet towel. She carefully applied the towel to Wang Jianguo's forehead, being so gentle as not to hurt him.

Then they stood guard quietly on the other side of the bed. For a moment, the only sounds in the room were the breathing of the three people. The atmosphere was solemn yet filled with silent care and expectation.

Suddenly, a rapid knock on the door broke the silence without any warning. The knock on the door was like a heavy hammer, hitting everyone's tense nerves.

Zhao Shuzhuo stood up from the bed instantly. He first looked towards the door vigilantly. After a brief pause, he walked towards the door quickly, his steps somewhat hurried.

The door was slowly opened, and the biting cold wind blew in with the chilly breath of early winter.

I saw Grandpa Huang from the village standing at the door. His already sparse white hair was now soaked with sweat, sticking to his scalp in clumps, looking particularly abrupt in the cold weather.

Obviously, he had jogged all the way here. His chest was heaving violently and he was breathing heavily. Every breath formed a cloud of white mist in the cold air.

Uncle Huang's face was full of anxiety and panic, his eyes were wide open, and there was a hint of fear in his eyes.

Before Zhao Shuzhuo could even ask, he couldn't wait to speak loudly:

"Shuzhuo, hurry up! The Qin family and the Shan family started fighting for some reason."

"That scene is a complete mess, it's unbelievable! Go and have a look! If it continues like this, something terrible might happen!"

As he spoke, he waved his arms, as if trying to emphasize the seriousness of the matter through body language.

Zhao Shuzhuo was confused by this sudden news. He subconsciously reached out and held Grandpa Huang's arm tightly, trying to calm him down first.

"Uncle Huang, please don't be anxious. Take a breath and talk slowly. What exactly is the cause of the fight?"

"Please explain the whole story to me so that I can be prepared."

Zhao Shuzhuo's voice was steady and calm, in stark contrast to Mr. Huang's panic.

His eyes revealed a hint of doubt and the seriousness of the matter. His brows were slightly furrowed as he waited for Mr. Huang's next words.

Uncle Huang swallowed hard, and his Adam's apple rolled up and down as he swallowed.

Then he closed his eyes slightly, tried to regulate his rapid breathing, and tried to calm himself down so that he could explain things clearly.

"It's all because of the village chief."

Mr. Huang slowly said:

"Old Qin and Old Shan are both well-known figures in the production team. They are better at work than the other, and neither of them thinks they are worse than the other."

"They have been competing with each other for so many years. Ever since Zhao Xiande was fired, the position of village chief has been vacant. This is like a tempting piece of fat meat, which has attracted the attention of both of them."

As Mr. Huang spoke, he shook his head helplessly, and beads of sweat on his forehead slowly slid down the wrinkles.

"These days, the two of them have been competing with each other, openly or secretly, and they don't like each other. This morning, when they got to work, they had a few words over a trivial matter."

"In the end, no one was willing to give in, and they started fighting. It was a scary scene. You should go quickly. If you don't go now, I don't know what will happen."

Zhao Shuzhuo listened to Mr. Huang's story, his brows knitted tightly into the shape of a "川" character, his face full of anger. He gritted his teeth and said bitterly:

"None of these people are worry-free! They just quarrel all day long and never think about the serious affairs of the village."

After saying this, he turned to Mr. Huang and said:

"Uncle Huang, please wait here for a moment. I'll go put on some clothes and then go with you to take a look. We have to separate them. We can't let them continue to make trouble like this."

After saying that, Zhao Shuzhuo walked quickly towards the inner room, his footsteps carrying a hint of urgency and anger.

After Zhao Shuzhuo hurriedly explained everything to Grandpa Huang, he turned around quickly and hurried back into the house.

His eyes searched quickly in the closet, and after a moment, he pulled out a thick cotton coat.

He put on his cotton coat and buttoned it skillfully. Every movement was neat and efficient. Although he was extremely anxious, his hands did not move in a panic.