I want to live, get married

He's inner room

Liu Yanhan was sitting beside the bed, her crescent eyebrows were furrowed, she rolled up her open sleeves and placed her three fingers on He Qingqing's thin wrist, carefully checking his pulse.

"Miss Liu, what's the situation with my little girl? How can I say that it suddenly started to burn?"

He Yuanwai asked cautiously beside him.

Liu Yanhan didn't reply immediately, but just closed his eyes and focused.

He Yuanwai and Mrs. He waited quietly for a long time. During this period, Liu Yanhan's complexion looked like a rainy day in March, changing from cloudy to sunny.

The hearts of the He couple also fluctuated along with Liu Yanhan's complexion, and Yuanwai He finally couldn't help but blurted out a question.

"Miss Liu, thank you, you should say something!"

"The situation is not good..."

Liu Yanhan shook her head helplessly.

"Miss He herself has a chronic illness, and she was infected with wind and cold. Under the double pressure, her high fever persisted. There is no good way for the time being. I can only prescribe a prescription for dispelling wind and cold to relieve her body of wind and cold. Let’s get rid of it first, and we can only find a way to deal with the old disease in the future, if the high fever continues like this, it may hurt the lungs and endanger life.”

When Yuanwai He heard the words "worry for life", his legs went limp in fright, and he almost knelt on the ground.

Mrs. He felt even more sad.

"Oh, Miss Liu, please, my He family only has such a daughter, so there must be no problems, if something happens to her, how will my old couple live, woo, woo, woo..."

As she spoke, she shed old tears, her face was disfigured from crying, and she looked like she could recite it at any time.

"Oh, ma'am, what can I do..."

Xiaoyan, the close servant girl beside her, couldn't hold back her grief, and stepped forward to support Mrs. He, crying together.

Liu Yanhan usually dislikes the relatives of patients crying.

"Ugh……"

She sighed, and also felt sad in her heart, so she could only appease everyone quickly.

"Mr. He, don't be anxious. Miss He is in critical condition. As a doctor, I am actually more anxious than you..."

She carefully explained and explained: "However, there is a process of treatment for illness, so don't get confused. I will quickly prescribe the medicine, and you will send someone to catch it and fry it immediately."

After all, Liu Yanhan didn't dare to delay for a moment, leaned on the desk and began to write the prescription, and it was completed in a short while.

The prescription is not complicated, and it reads: three liang of cinnamon twigs, three liang of peony, two liang of licorice, three liang of ginger, and ten pieces of jujube.

Liu Yanhan instructed: "Prepare the five flavors, boil them with seven liters of water on low heat, take three liters, remove the dregs, and take one liter at the right temperature. Observe Miss He's condition at any time. If the high fever persists, take another dose." If the symptoms are still there, take it again, and repeat this throughout the night until the fever subsides, and the dosage is sufficient, so don’t be careless.”

People around repeatedly promised to be careful.

Steward Li got the order, and asked the servants waiting beside him to quickly grab the medicine and decoct it according to the prescription, without delay.

After prescribing the medicine, Liu Yanhan continued to instruct the people waiting beside him.

"Miss He has a high fever. You must cool her down with cold water from time to time, so as not to burn her out. You can feed her as much water as possible at night, so that she can be relieved in time, so as to benefit from the accumulated accumulation in her body. Bring out the residual heat as soon as possible."

After explaining this, she packed her medical practice items back into her bag, and was about to get up and leave.

"Mr. He, Mrs. He, my daughter will leave here." Liu Yanhan bowed his hands to the couple and bid farewell.

He Yuanwai suddenly remembered the "predestined person" that the old Taoist once said, and repeatedly tried to persuade him to stay.

"Miss Liu, wait a moment. No one in the entire family is proficient in pharmacology, let alone medical skills. I am afraid that there may be mistakes in doing what the girl ordered, and I will miss the medical treatment. Could you ask the girl to stay at the house for a few more days and wait for the treatment?" After the little girl recovers, it's not too late to leave!"

"This……"

The main reason for leaving the division this time was to give free consultations to the common people. Liu Yanhan originally wanted to return to the Temple of the City God, so he was a little embarrassed.

Seeing that the person hesitated, He Yuanwai quickly used his three-inch tongue in the business field to persuade her to stay: "Please be sure to stay! My He Fu will definitely not treat the girl badly."

"Yuanwai He misunderstood. My daughter came out of the mountain this time to practice free medical consultation. I'm afraid that the schedule will be delayed and I won't be able to explain to my teacher."

Seeing that he couldn't keep people, He Yuanwai had no choice but to tell the whole story.

"Miss Liu! To be honest, an old Taoist said in the early years that a little girl has a bad life and will not live long. She needs the help of a doctor with superb medical skills like a girl to save herself from danger. Since the girl is here for a free clinic at this moment, that is I am waiting for the blessing from God, please save my daughter's life."

Just for fear of causing embarrassment, the hidden part is not explained.

Under He Yuanwai's affection and understanding, Liu Yanhan finally decided to stay in the mansion and make plans after Miss He turned the crisis into safety.

Sure enough, the prescribed prescription was quickly prepared and brought up.

Liu Yanhan sat by the bed, half-embracing He Qingqing from behind, while the maid Xiaoyan fed the medicine herself.

But He Qingqing didn't know if he was in a trance from the fever, or if he had passed out completely, so that his teeth were locked tightly. The corners of his mouth dripped out.

Seeing that it was not possible, Xiaoyan could only squeeze He Qingqing's cheek with one hand to pry open her mouth, and forcefully poured it in with the bowl in the other hand.

But this time it spilled even more, and only the snow-white skirt of her chest was wet. Liu Yanhan took the trouble to wipe the corners of her mouth with the handkerchief in her hand.

"Hey... little girl, you can't do this. The soup is all spilled, and it can't be fed into the stomach. Even if you feed some occasionally, the spilled is more than what you eat. This soup is not enough, so it won't be effective."

Liu Yanhan, who was watching from the side, reminded anxiously.

Xiaoyan couldn't feed it anyway, and when she heard Liu Yanhan's words, she became anxious immediately, holding the medicine bowl and lying next to He Qingqing's ear, calling.

"Miss, miss, open your mouth quickly, you have to drink a little, this is life-saving medicine."

He Qingqing was still in a drowsy sleep, not responding to the surrounding things at all.

Seeing that the decoction didn't go in, Xiaoyan panicked and cried beside her with snot and tears.

"Oh, what should I do, miss, wake up, wake up, Xiaoyan can't help it! Woo, woo, woo..."

It doesn't matter if the little maid cries, even the people around her panicked, everyone in the He Mansion looked pale with fright.

Liu Yanhan was heartbroken by the crying of the people around her.

In desperation, he said to Xiaoyan: "Let me try."

Xiaoyan also had no choice but to wipe away her tears, so she had to refill a bowl of new medicine and hand it to Liu Yanhan.

Liu Yanhan put a soft pillow on the head of the bed, and leaned He Qingqing on it, she picked up the medicine bowl and sniffed, the bitterness that choked her throat got into her nose and eyes.

Blowing on the decoction, waiting for her mouth to burn, she frowned and endured the bitterness and took a sip herself. It really didn't taste good, the bitterness was unbearable. Although Liu Yanhan is a doctor, she hates bitterness very much. The smell was enough for her.

But the benevolence of the doctor, at this moment, doesn't care about that much.

She bent down and leaned in front of He Qingqing, and pressed her mouth to her lips, forcing her to swallow the medicine.

Yuanwai He, Mrs. He, Steward Li, and a group of servants stood there dumbfounded, but when they saw that the method worked, they didn't dare to say anything more.

The people waiting in the room didn't even dare to vent their breath, they all stood there watching their noses, noses, mouths, and hearts, pretending they didn't see anything, only a faint sound of tsk, tsk, and swallowing could be heard in their ears. .

After a cup of tea, this bowl of medicinal soup was finally fed without leaking.

After laying the sleepy He Qingqing flat, and tucked the quilt up for her, Liu Yanhan stood up, put down the bed curtain, took the teacup by herself, and gargled the bitterness in her mouth to spit it out.

When Liu Yanhan wiped his mouth and put the empty medicine bowl on the table, everyone in the room seemed to have recovered.

As a doctor, there are also cases of mouth-to-mouth support for patients in critical situations. This method of feeding medicine is commonplace.

But considering the surprised gazes of others, Liu Yanhan still explained.

"Everyone, don't be surprised. This is a last resort to save people. It may be a little weird, but it does work."

He Yuanwai and Mrs. He looked at each other, and the two elders didn't know what it was like in their hearts.

He Yuanwai hesitated for a moment and spoke.

"That...Miss Liu...uh...during the treatment period, the little girl will be given medicine and water, I will trouble you to do it for me."

"That's natural, Mr. He, don't worry."

Liu Yanhan didn't think too much about it, and frankly accepted the matter.

He Qingqing's illness was dangerous, and she had a high fever all the time. Someone had to be on duty at night, and she was obliged to take on the task.

……

The night is getting darker.

The servants moved the small red clay stove and medicine jars into He Qingqing's bedroom and put them on the tea table.

The herbal medicine has been boiled lukewarmly on it for continued use at night. In an instant, the whole room is filled with a scent of medicine.

Mrs. He and Yuanwai all retreated with all the servants, only Liu Yanhan stayed behind.

This night, Liu Yanhan was in his clothes, guarding He Qingqing's bedside, busy feeding her with water and medicine.

In the second half of the night, I was so sleepy that I was about to lean against the tea table and rest on my forehead for a while.

"Sister Immortal..."

"Sister...sister..."

Suddenly, the person on the bed muttered in a trance.

Hearing that He Qingqing, who was in a coma, said such a nonsensical sentence, Liu Yanhan hurriedly got up and went to check.

But the eyes of the person on the bed were half-opened, half-closed, half-bright, half-dark, as if he was awake or not, and there was no trace of blood on his haggard face.

But she has a pair of black and white eyes, clear and bright even though she is seriously ill, without any turbidity.

"God...sister fairy, are you listening to me?"

I think this person is burning and started talking nonsense.

Only to hear her start to mutter again.

"I... am I already dead, Sister Immortal..."

"Where am I?"

"Sister Fairy, why are you ignoring me!"

"Please talk to me, okay... okay?"

He said with a hint of crying.

Knowing that it was nonsense caused by high fever, Liu Yanhan couldn't bear to let the patient talk to himself, so he spoke softly in He Qingqing's ear.

"No, Ms. He, you are all right! Lie An'an in your boudoir, don't think about it, don't say anything about death, take a good rest, and sleep well."

He Qingqing couldn't help giggling when she finally heard the fairy sister in front of her take care of her, a rare smile finally appeared on her pale and tired face.

"Great... great, you finally paid attention to me. I have been bored in the house all by myself since I was a child, and there is no one to talk to from morning to night..."

"I didn't run away on purpose, it was so boring, I especially... really wanted to go outside to get some fresh air."

"Sister Immortal... you... you are so beautiful... I... am not dreaming?"

Unexpectedly, she came up with such a nonsensical sentence, Liu Yanhan was momentarily at a loss for words, thinking: How can I answer this?

"Sister Fairy, you... don't leave me alone, okay, I'm afraid, I'm afraid of the dark, I don't want to be alone..."

Maybe a person in pain is extraordinarily fragile. He Qingqing started to sob secretly while talking, and the dense water vapor hit his eyes, making the tails of his eyes red, and the whole person became more and more in a trance.

Seeing his pitiful appearance, Liu Yanhan hurriedly comforted him.

"Okay, okay, okay, don't go, don't go, don't talk, and have a good rest."

As he spoke, he patted the bedding on her body lightly, like coaxing a baby.

But after a while, she began to sob again in pain.

"Uh...it hurts so bad..."

"It's so hot...hot..." Moaning while moving her dry lips, she unconsciously raised her hand to lift the quilt on her body.

There was no other way, Liu Yanhan could only reach out to check, and found that He Qingqing was already sweating, and only the clothes on his chest and back were soaked.

"No, so much cold sweat will make you sick, you have to change into a dry one." She thought to herself.

Fortunately, the servants in the mansion have prepared a change of clothes in advance.

She hurriedly fetched clean underwear, but the next move was not so easy. Although she was a woman and there was nothing to hide, she had never had such embarrassing things like changing clothes for others.

"Don't panic, I'm a doctor, I'm a doctor..."

Glancing at the sleeping person on the bed, Liu Yanhan murmured to cheer herself up for a long time.

"There's nothing shameful about taking care of the sick."

So, he gritted his teeth and stomped his feet to lift the quilt away.

At this moment, He Qingqing was only wearing a thin white underwear, with a slender figure wrapped in it.

The waist of the trousers hung loosely around the thin waist, and was only lightly tied with a silk belt.

"Do not see evil, do not see evil..." After a while of words in his mouth.

Liu Yanhan closed her eyes, sat lightly on the side of the bed, closed her eyes and put her hands on the collar, not knowing if the button was not easy to untie, trembling for a long time before taking off her jacket.

On the contrary, the trousers didn't take much effort to untie, just rubbed and pulled them casually, and the straps scattered in all directions, helping her to take off the underpants as well.

Because He Qingqing was in a comatose state at the moment, and couldn't take the initiative to cooperate with getting dressed, Liu Yanhan didn't dare to glance at the following things, and fumbled to help her dress neatly.

After finishing her work, Liu Yanhan finally let out a long breath. She wiped the sweat from her forehead, feeling as tired as running around the market ten or eight times with a [-]-jin bag on her shoulders.

As the saying goes, illness comes and goes like a mountain, and no matter how effective the medicine is, the pain during the treatment can only be overcome by the patient's perseverance.

During this period, Liu Yanhan actually couldn't help much, so he could only stay by He Qingqing's bed, soak the veil with cold water and wring it dry from time to time, wipe off the cold sweat oozing from her head and body, and then put the veil back on. Drape it on her forehead to help cool down.

Or rub her front and back from time to time, pinch her legs and arms, hoping to relieve some of her pain.

Throughout the night, this cycle went on and on, until the sky was dimly lit, and the high fever gradually receded.

Although the fever subsided, the shortness of breath in the lungs still did not subside in the slightest, and He Qingqing was still tormented.

I saw her lying groggy on the bed, curled up, coughing so weakly, her pale face was full of exhaustion.

Seeing her like this, Liu Yanhan really couldn't bear it, and felt uncomfortable like a big stone was pressed on her heart.

Not long after, the servant girl Xiaoyan came to replace Liu Yanhan.

"Miss Liu, how is my young lady?"

"Her high fever has subsided, but she is still coughing and wheezing badly."

"Oh, the girl is really skilled in medicine, and she is lucky to be able to reduce the fever."

As soon as she heard that she had improved, Xiaoyan couldn't help but praise her.

"By the way, Xiaoyan...do you know how your young lady caught the cold this time?"

"Ah..." Hearing this, Xiaoyan sighed.

"It's pitiful to say that my young lady is congenitally deficient, she was weak and sickly when she was young, and she was declared not to live long, so my wife was careful everywhere and rarely let her go out, but how could the young girl endure such loneliness? She sneaked out of the house to go shopping by herself, and got sick from the cold wind."

After hearing this, Liu Yanhan felt a little sympathetic to what happened to this great lady.

"That's right, a girl at her age should live a carefree and unrestrained life, but things can't be controlled by others. It's a pity that my medical skills are still inexperienced, and I can't cure the disease with medicine."

"Hey..." Xiaoyan said disapprovingly.

"Miss Liu, please don't blame yourself. Miss He's been able to turn the crisis into safety this time, and everyone in the He family is very grateful. There is nothing to do about this chronic illness. It was brought out in the womb, and it won't be cured for a while. Maybe the weather will be better and it will be able to turn around. "

While heating up the stove, Xiaoyan was about to boil some hot water, and said: "Miss has been busy all night, go to the next room to rest, and leave the rest to me."

Although Liu Yanhan was worried in his heart, he could only explain the relevant matters and retreated.

When she left He Qingqing's bedroom, she looked back and saw the frail woman lying on the bed, deeply sunk in the quilt.

For some reason, my heart felt like someone had stabbed me with a knife.

What was wrong with a young woman like her?

When I first came to this mortal world for a quick glimpse, before I had time to enjoy the joys of the world, how could I be imprisoned in this dilapidated skin and suffer such heart-wrenching torments.

I made up my mind to help her no matter how difficult it was.