When Fu Xiao looked up, he saw a strange blush on Fu Sui's face and couldn't help but speak worriedly.
Fu Sui opened his eyes and realized that everyone was looking at him. Then he thought about what he had just thought about, and his face suddenly became even redder. "No,...it's okay."
Fu Yu, who was closest to him, raised his hand and touched his forehead. "You don't have a fever, but you should be hot."
"Well, it's okay, I'm just a little hot," Fu Sui waved his hand away.
Mr. Mu said, "There is still half a watermelon in the kitchen. Take it out and eat it."
Fu Sui quickly stood up and rushed into the kitchen, washing his face. He slapped himself and said, "Fu Sui, you are so shameful. What a mess you are thinking about."
After calming down, he walked out of the kitchen carrying the watermelon.
He put the watermelon on the table outside and said while eating it: "Grandpa Mu, where is your radio? Turn it on and listen..."
Mr. Mu pointed behind him and said, "Go get it yourself. It's hanging over there."
Fu Sui turned on the radio, listened to the sound inside, crossed his legs and shook his calves.
Time just passed by little by little.
The sun sets, the light gradually fades, the brightness is about to disappear, and the day will soon be over.
After dinner, Fu Xiao and a few others lay in the yard looking at the stars. Beside them was a powder made by Fu Xiao himself, so they had no worries about mosquito bites.
On the other side, the Zhai family was extremely lively.
In the treatment room in Zhai Yumo's yard, the medicinal bath has been prepared.
He drank the medicine handed to him by the doctor, took off his shirt, and raised his foot to step into the bathtub.
The doctor hesitated and said, "Why don't you wait another week? I'm afraid you won't be able to endure your current condition..."
Zhai Yumo ignored his words and stepped straight into the bathtub.
Whenever he thought about the hope that he would fully recover his health, he became so excited that he couldn't sleep. How could he possibly wait even a moment longer?
Isn't it just painful?
He had been enduring pain since he was born and had long been accustomed to it.
Besides, how painful could it be?
When the doctor saw that he had gone in, he stopped talking and just kept his eyes fixed on his face to avoid any accidents.
He looked at the medicinal bath recipe and found it to be a good thing, a rare body-strengthening recipe. However, he had never tried it and did not know to what extent it could work.
Outside the room, Zhai Jiu was sitting at the stone table outside the door.
Sitting opposite was Shen Xingzhou, with a pot of tea in front of them.
Just as Shen Xingzhou was about to pick up the teacup, he suddenly heard Zhai Yumo's cry of pain coming from the room.
He put down the teacup, stood up and walked into the room.
Zhai Jiu looked at the people beside him and said, "Go and ask Mr. Cheng to come and take a look."
Shen Xingzhou walked in and saw Zhai Yumo in the bathtub, veins on his forehead and arms bulged, and his entire face was distorted because of the pain he was enduring.
He frowned and looked at the doctor next to him, "What's going on?"
The doctor responded: "This is normal, you have to endure the pain..."
Shen Xingzhou's gaze fell on Zhai Yumo in the bathtub again.
Cheng Yuan, who was in Mr. Zhai's room, was invited over. He walked into the room, glanced at Zhai Yumo, and asked the doctor for a medicinal bath prescription.
After taking a look, he was immersed in it, and excitement flashed in his eyes.
He subconsciously put the prescription into his pocket, but when he saw the doctor and Shen Xingzhou staring at him closely, he took it out again, coughed lightly, and stroked his beard.
He walked up to Zhai Yumo, looked at his face, and asked, "You should have just been in there not long ago. Do you think you can still endure it? If not, I can help you stop."
"But next time, you will have to endure the pain."
Zhai Yumo was in so much pain that he couldn't speak at all. Beads of sweat the size of beans kept appearing and dripping down.
His fingers pinched his palms until they bled, and the corners of his mouth were bitten.
His muscles ached so much that they seemed to be detached from his bones. The bones all over his body seemed to be shattering madly. The bone-eating pain instantly made him lose control of his body.
He wanted to say: "He can, he wants to live a healthy life."
But now he felt that his breathing was becoming more and more difficult, his consciousness was gradually blurring, and finally everything in front of his eyes was pitch black, and he couldn't even breathe.
All his senses became blurry, as if he had drifted out of this world.
The doctor who had been keeping an eye on his condition noticed something was wrong and called out anxiously, "Mr. Cheng, please come and take a look. There's something wrong with this child."
When Zhai Jiu, who was outside the room, heard his shout, his heart suddenly sank.
Then he calmly ordered: "Go to the Mu family and tell them about the situation here."
Someone stepped back in response.
Zhai Jiu raised his head and looked into the distance. He really didn't want to owe the Mu family any favors.
When the Zhai family arrived, Fu Xiao was listening to Grandpa Mu telling stories.
After hearing the whole story, she was a little surprised and frowned: "Is he still conscious?"
"I don't know, it's probably not very good."
Fu Xiao looked at Mu Lianshen, frowned and thought: "Then let's go and take a look."
She first walked into the room and took out the silver needle from the space, and then followed Mu Lianshen out of the Mu family.
Fu Sui was about to follow, but was stopped by Fu Yu.
Mr. Mu looked at Uncle Liu behind him and said, "Old Liu, go with me and take a look. If there is no problem, come back and let me know."
"I see,"
As old friends who have been together for decades, Uncle Liu certainly understands what he means.
The Zhai and Mu families have intertwined interests, and the two old men have been comrades-in-arms since the Anti-Japanese War, and they have a very close relationship.
But no matter how good the relationship is, it still needs to be maintained.
When your child at home is sick, you must show some attitude.
When Fu Xiao came over, he simply nodded and greeted Zhai Jiu, then walked straight into the room.
Inside the room, Cheng Yuan was pricking Zhai Yumo's body with silver needles, but the effect seemed to be minimal.
Seeing her come in, his eyes lit up, "Come on, come here."
Fu Xiao didn't bother to say hello. He glanced at Zhai Yumo's face, then raised his hand to stroke his wrist. Realizing his current situation, a sneer appeared on his calm face.
I couldn't help but think, this kid looks like a modest gentleman and a weak scholar, but I didn't expect that he might be a bit crazy.
She took out the silver needle bag and started to give acupuncture.
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