Zhao Chuchu suppressed her excitement and returned to the store, eager to see her young husband. However, after looking around, she did not see the cold and bamboo-like figure.

"Where are Qing'er, Liang'er, and Yuan'er?" she asked.

"Brother Yuan has gone home. He said he was a little tired. I think he doesn't look very well. Sister Chuchu, I'm worried about him. Why don't you go home and see him." After Zhang Xiuyuan left, Liang'er recalled his expression at that time, and the more she thought about it, the more worried she became.

Hearing that something wasn't right with Brother Yuan, Zhao Chuchu's heart started to lift. "Okay, I'll go home then. I'll trouble you two to look after this place."

Zhao Chuchu hurried home.

Sister Lin will be taking the examination for the position of Tongsheng soon. Her schoolwork is very tight and she has less and less time to go home, so Brother Wen has been sent to a private school run by an old Tongsheng to learn how to read and write.

When Zhao Chuchu entered the house, she saw Zhang Fulang and Zhao Xiuhe sisters busy in the kitchen.

To ensure the freshness of the flower cakes, the store makes them fresh on the same day. With so many customers, they have to make several deliveries a day. Some people also choose to buy gift boxes of flower cakes, which Zhang Fulang is currently packing.

Zhao Chuchu asked and learned that Zhang Xiuyuan was resting in the master bedroom.

She was worried, so she gently pushed the door open. On the bed, the quilt bulged out in an arc.

Zhao Chuchu walked over quietly, took a look and left, but when she glanced at it casually, she found something wrong.

The young man on the bed had his eyes closed, his originally fair cheeks were flushed, and his brows were slightly furrowed.

Zhao Chuchu's heart skipped a beat. She reached out to touch the boy's forehead, and was startled by the scorching temperature.

This is a fever. It's so hot, it must be above 39 degrees.

Zhao Chuchu hurried out and asked Zhao Xiuhe to go to the doctor and ask him to come over.

Mr. Zhang rushed into the house and felt sorry for the boy when he saw him unconscious from the fever.

"My brother Yuan, why are you sick?"

Zhao Chuchu's face was solemn. She poured some water, wrung out a handkerchief, and applied it to the boy's forehead.

In her impression, the boy should be in good health. After spending more than a year with him day and night, Zhao Chuchu had never seen him sick.

Now, he fell ill unexpectedly. Zhao Chuchu was a little at a loss and a little angry for a moment. Why didn't Yuan Ge'er tell her when he had such a high fever? If she hadn't gone home, if she hadn't thought of going in to take a look, maybe he would still be having a fever, and it was unknown how long it would take for others to find out.

In ancient times, medical knowledge was backward and medicines were scarce. Many diseases that can be easily cured with a few pills or a tube of penicillin in modern times might even develop into incurable diseases in ancient times.

High fever was particularly dangerous in ancient times. She had heard many cases of people being in a coma for several days due to high fever and eventually suffering head injuries.

Thinking of this, she felt anxious and angry.

Zhao Xiuhe quickly called a doctor.

"This young man probably caught a cold a few days ago. Add to that his depression, lack of rest, and his extreme mood swings. Evil spirits entered his body, causing imbalances in yin and yang, and a fever. He must have been in good health before, but suddenly fell ill, which is why he's so severe. It's not a big deal. I'll prescribe some herbal remedies. He'll be fine after a few days of proper conditioning."

The doctor took my pulse and prescribed medicine.

The medicine was quickly brought back, and Mr. Zhang personally boiled the medicine, while Zhao Chuchu stayed in the room with Zhang Xiuyuan.