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

After getting dressed, he quickly walked towards Wang Jianguo's room again. In the room at this time, He Yushui was sitting by the bed, staring at Wang Jianguo's face with worry in his eyes.

Zhao Shuzhuo walked to her side, leaned down slightly, and said softly:

"Yushui, there's an emergency at the production team, I have to rush over to deal with it immediately."

"Just stay here and take good care of Jianguo. Pay more attention to his temperature. If his fever goes down, come to the production team and tell me so that I can rest assured."

"If his fever hasn't subsided, don't delay and come to the production team to find me. We'll harness the car and take him to the clinic as soon as possible. We must not let his condition worsen."

As he spoke, he gently patted He Yushui's shoulder, as if giving her strength and courage.

He Yushui raised her eyes and saw the anxious look on Zhao Shuzhuo's face, with his brows furrowed.

His eyes revealed both worry about the sudden situation in the production team and concern about Wang Jianguo's illness.

She stood up quickly and said to Zhao Shuzhuo in a hurried but firm tone:

"Okay, Brother Zhao, you go ahead and do your work. I'm here, and I will definitely take good care of Brother Jianguo."

"Don't worry. Regardless of whether his fever has subsided or not, I will go to the production team immediately to tell you the details."

Zhao Shuzhuo looked at He Yushui's determined eyes and felt a little comforted. He nodded heavily, as if to cheer himself up, and as if to express his approval of He Yushui's promise.

Then, he turned around without hesitation and walked towards the door quickly like a gust of wind.

Every step he took was filled with urgency and a sense of mission, and the ground beneath his feet made a slight sound.

After stepping out of the door, he quickly met up with Mr. Huang. The two walked side by side, hurriedly, towards the production team.

The cold wind blew, lifting the corners of their clothes, but they showed no intention of slowing down.

The figure gradually disappeared at the end of the village path, leaving only a light dust raised along the way, as if telling of the urgency and haste.

Time passed quietly in endless fatigue and chaos. After a long time, Wang Jianguo's consciousness gradually emerged from the abyss of darkness.

He seemed to be waking up slowly from a long and heavy dream. His eyelids seemed to be weighed down by a thousand-pound stone. It took a lot of effort for him to open his eyes slightly.

What caught my eye was He Yushui's familiar and slightly tired figure, lying quietly beside the bed.

Her black hair was casually scattered on the pillow. A few strands of hair covered her profile, and only her slightly furrowed brows could be seen. Perhaps even in her sleep, she was full of worries.

Wang Jianguo wanted to call her, but found his throat dry and he couldn't make a sound. His body seemed to be restrained by an invisible force, so heavy that he could hardly move at all.

His eyes slowly moved upwards, and he realized that he was tightly covered with two thick quilts.

The quilt was like two small hills, pressing heavily on his body, making it difficult for him to breathe.

Every breath he took was like fighting against a strong resistance. He secretly guessed that this must be the intention of Zhao Shuzhuo or He Yushui.

They must be hoping to use this thick quilt to make themselves sweat and dispel the pain and discomfort in their bodies.

Wang Jianguo was almost suffocated by the heavy quilt and could not bear it any more. He tried to raise his hand and lift the upper layer of the quilt a little to get a little breathing space.

His fingers trembled slightly, and he finally gathered up a little strength to let his fingertips touch the edge of the quilt.

He Yushui was sinking into a light sleep, but her heart was still closely tied to Wang Jianguo's condition.

Suddenly, she keenly caught a slight movement and woke up from her sleep instantly. When she raised her eyes, she saw Wang Jianguo's eyes slowly opening.

At that moment, her eyes seemed to be lit up by bright stars, and joy and relief surged into her heart like a tide, and she was so excited that she could hardly control herself.

She leaned forward and gently placed her hand on Wang Jianguo's forehead. Her slender fingers were slightly cool, and they carefully touched his hot skin.

After staying for a moment, she quickly moved to her forehead and carefully compared the temperature. Her expression was focused and solemn, as if she was performing an extremely sacred ceremony.

Then, her voice trembled slightly with excitement, and her words were full of relief for surviving the disaster:

"Brother Jianguo, you're finally awake! You don't know how scared I was during the time you were unconscious."

"You were talking nonsense just now. I was really worried that the high fever would burn your brain. Now you are fine, the fever is gone, thank God!"

At this point, her eyes gradually turned red, tears welled up in her eyes, and finally she couldn't help but burst out and slid down her cheeks.

Wang Jianguo looked at He Yushui with pity and heartache. He didn't want to see He Yushui worrying about him so much.

So, he tried hard to pull the corners of his mouth and managed to force out a slightly pale smile. His voice was weak but with a hint of ridicule:

"Yushui, stop crying. I'm still smart and not stupid. But these two thick quilts are too heavy."

"I feel like I'm being crushed by a mountain. I can hardly breathe. Please help me remove one of the beds, or I'll be crushed by it."

When He Yushui heard Wang Jianguo's playful teasing, it was like a breeze blowing away the clouds of sorrow that had been locked on her face.

Her already lively eyes widened slightly, and then she very naturally gave Wang Jianguo a look full of anger and coquettishness, just like a flash of playful lightning that suddenly flashed in the spring.

"You, even though you're so sick, you still don't forget to talk nonsense."

He Yushui raised her voice slightly, and although there was a hint of blame in her words, her soft voice and slightly upturned corners of her mouth revealed her inner concern and relief.

As she spoke, she walked forward gracefully, as light as an elegant deer.

When she got closer, she slowly stretched out her fair and slender hand and gently placed it on Wang Jianguo's shoulder. After a slight pause, she squeezed it lightly as if with soothing force.

"Early this morning, your body temperature was rising like crazy. Your whole body was burning like a furnace."

"Brother Zhao and I were so anxious. We tried everything, but it just wouldn't come down. And you were still there, complaining about the cold."

"That trembling sound made me panic. There was really no other way. We were like ants on a hot pot, and we hurriedly moved all the quilts from our beds over."

"At the time, I thought, as long as it can make you even a little bit more comfortable, what does it matter if I add a few more beds?"