When Yang heard Su Guangfu's words, her eyes lit up: "Who are you talking about?"
"Who else but that one?"
Su Qingluan watched her parents solving riddles in perfect tacit understanding. She had a vague intuition that she knew the answer to the riddle, but now her fever had come back. She felt aching and aching in every bone in her body, an indescribable discomfort, and so she fell asleep again in a daze.
In the last moment before her consciousness fell into darkness, she couldn't help but wonder when this damn disease would be cured. If she continued to lie in bed all day, she could even develop a mushroom farming industry!
I don’t know how long I slept, but maybe the “covering with a blanket” method worked. Su Qingluan no longer felt shivering from the cold, but felt like she was on a stove, as if she was about to be roasted.
At this moment, in a daze, Su Qingluan only felt that her wrist was rescued from the "oven" and touched a slightly warm and cool object.
To Su Qingluan, who was feeling hot all over, the object looked like a piece of cold jade with cooling properties. It even felt delicate and warm to the touch. It was not as harsh as ordinary jade, but rather felt soft.
Su Qingluan was delirious from the fever and had basically lost the ability to think. She just subconsciously felt that the "object" on her wrist made her feel very comfortable to touch, so she grabbed it without thinking and pressed it under her face.
I never thought that the "thing" could move on its own and even wanted to slip away.
Su Qingluan was not happy about this. She was already very hot and now she finally had this cooling object. She couldn't let it go no matter what!
I could vaguely hear my mother's nervous voice: "Hey, kid, how can you be so rude!" It sounded like she was apologizing to someone, "Oh, please don't be offended, the child was confused by the fever, it wasn't intentional..."
"Don't panic. You said she's sick and will let go soon..."
"Huh?" This voice sounded familiar, very pleasant, but I couldn't quite place who it was... Su Qingluan thought vaguely. Then, she felt the arm holding "Han Yu" go numb and her strength was gone.
Then, the "cold jade" slipped away like a swimming fish.
Su Qingluan was anxious, and relying on a sudden surge of willpower, she struggled to open her eyelids and vaguely saw a figure approaching.
Rubbing her eyes, she asked in surprise: "Mu Xingzhi? Why are you here?!"
Yang, who was fetching a towel for her daughter, happened to hear this and quickly stepped forward to reprimand her, "How dare you, child, speak to Mr. Mu like that?! Mr. Mu is highly respected and much older than you. You should treat him with the courtesy of an elder no matter what."
Mu Xingzhi waved his hand: "It's okay, Madam Su is still ill, there is no need for such empty formalities." Even the address was changed.
Su Qingluan complained in her heart that this person was really good at acting, but on the surface she pretended to be innocent and asked, "But Mu Xing... Mr. Mu doesn't look very old. 'Highly respected' always seems to refer to someone of advanced age..."
Yang naturally had no idea what sinister intentions lay behind her daughter's seemingly innocent words, aiming to tease Mu Xingzhi. She simply replied, "Mr. Mu looks young, but he's actually approaching thirty, isn't he?"
Mu Xingzhi smiled and said, "Although not quite there yet, it's not far off. I'm twenty-six this year."
In fact, Su Qingluan felt that twenty-six years old could really be considered a "young person" in her eyes. After all, in the concept of her previous life, people of this age could still celebrate "Youth Day".
But things were different in this ancient world.
Regardless of Su Qingluan's spiritual age, she was indeed thirteen years old physically. Thirteen years apart, while in modern times, it was still barely enough to call someone "brother or sister," in this era of early marriage and childbearing, thirteen years was essentially equivalent to a generational difference.
Su Qingluan then looked at Mu Xingzhi with exaggerated eyes wide open: "So Mr. Mu is already this old!"
Mu Xingzhi naturally also read the mischievous light in Su Qingluan's eyes, but he seemed to hear nothing and just smiled slightly.
However, Yang was truly unfazed by the situation and advised her daughter seriously, "So from now on, you must never address Mr. Mu by his first name like you did just now. It's really rude!"
"But mother, you are older than Mr. Mu and you respect him very much, right?"
"That's because Mr. Mu is worthy of respect - Okay! Little kid, lie down obediently and let Mr. Mu take your pulse. Don't be naughty!" Yang pushed Su Qingluan back into the quilt.
Su Qingluan was afraid of passing her illness to others, so she kept covering her mouth and nose with her inner hand, pretending to cough.
However, being sick did not stop her from playing pranks: "I'm very sorry, Mr. Mu. You are a magnanimous old man. Please don't bother with a little kid like me~" There didn't seem to be anything wrong with what she said, but she emphasized the words "old man" and "little kid" with more emphasis, which made it seem a little meaningful.
Mu Xingzhi fully demonstrated his magnanimity. He just smiled and shook his head, then began to take her pulse.
Su Qingluan lay on the bed, watching Mu Xingzhi taking his pulse, staring at him with great curiosity - she felt that being able to judge the condition based on the beating of the pulse was a magical thing that was almost like magic, so during the consultation, she cooperated very well and did not play any more pranks.
Soon, Mu Xingzhi wrote a prescription: "Madam Su, your illness is caused by overwork, a cold, and excessive heart fire. In addition to dispelling the wind and cold, you also need to remove the heart fire. Take this prescription three times a day after meals. It will be cured in less than five days."
Su Qingluan muttered to herself: Isn't it because colds and fevers are self-limiting diseases that everyone will recover in seven or eight days? She has been sick for three days, and another five days will definitely make her better...
However, despite saying so, she did not dare to gamble on whether the blood of this little life was thick or not. After all, in this era, it was not uncommon for colds and fevers to be fatal.
I don’t know whether people of this era do not have as strong physique as modern people, or whether humans have adapted to the characteristics of the cold virus during thousands of years of evolution.
Su Qingluan had many chaotic thoughts running through her mind, so she didn't notice the faint smile on Mu Xingzhi's lips, nor did she notice Song Bo's strange look when she took the prescription and handed it to Su Guangfu.
Therefore, she had no idea of the impending critical hit until she poured the Chinese herbal soup into her mouth for the first time while she was awake.
Then Su Qingluan felt as if her mouth was being tortured like the eighteen levels of hell.
The fever didn't do anything to her, but this bowl of medicine almost killed her.
In an instant, Su Qingluan Zu Anhun burst out: Mu Xingzhi, damn you!
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