Jiang Yushu, lying in bed, felt a pang of fear in her heart. She quickly lifted the curtains and asked anxiously, "Doctor, I just have a cold and a slight fever. Is this disease difficult to cure?"
The old doctor paused, hearing the rustling of curtains. He turned his back to the bed and soothed her, "Don't worry, Madam. It's just a minor cold or fever. It's nothing serious. I'll prescribe a prescription, and you can take it on time."
Nanny Pan was feeling very nervous, but she forced a smile and returned to the bedside and said, "It's okay, just a cold, no big deal! Lie down and take some rest. I'll send the doctor out to write a prescription, and then ask someone to get the medicine. I'll be back soon. Don't worry, okay." After she finished speaking, she invited the doctor to leave the bedroom, eager to find out what happened.
"Why--"
Jiang Yushu turned her head and watched, then she closed her eyes tightly and gently stroked her abdomen with both hands. She felt uneasy for a moment and thought to herself: Oh no, the doctor has clearly diagnosed something wrong!
But I don't know, is it because my illness is difficult to cure? Or... is there something wrong with the child?
The thought that the child might not be well made her extremely worried and blamed herself extremely for not being able to take good care of the fetus.
After a while, Nanny Pan invited the old doctor to the side hall. Guo Hongzhe was waiting there. When they met, he hurried to greet him and asked with concern, "How are you? Are you okay?"
"Don't be anxious, don't panic." The old doctor waved his hand.
"Doctor, is my wife's illness serious? Your hesitation just now scared me." Nanny Pan followed, anxious.
The old doctor sat down, spread out the paper, picked up his pen, dipped it in ink, and said slowly, "Mrs. Guo's pulse is weak and moist. 'Weakness indicates dampness, and weakness indicates qi deficiency.' Judging from her pulse, she must have been constantly overworked and deeply worried. She has little energy during the day and dreams a lot at night, rarely sleeping, and is easily awakened."
"Yes, that's right. Recently, she has been having nightmares frequently, with the sounds of wind and snow, and night watchmen beating on the drums. She is always awakened in the middle of the night by various noises, and is so scared that she breaks out in a sweat." Nanny Pan nodded repeatedly.
"Insufficient heart qi leads to night sweats due to physical weakness."
Nanny Pan sighed and explained, "Doctor, you're right! Alas, our wife has been so busy since she became pregnant that she hasn't had time to take care of herself." She leaned closer and asked anxiously, "So, do you have any ideas for how to take care of her? And what about the child? Is she okay?"
"Don't worry, I'm writing a prescription." The old doctor had been practicing medicine for most of his life and was very patient and calm. "The mother is weak, and her pulse is not stable. Mother and child are one, so the child has been affected to some extent. Fortunately, the fetus is safe."
Guo Hongzhe was at a loss, completely anxious, and said with a sigh, "Nothing can happen to the child, and even less to my sister-in-law! Otherwise, how can I explain this to my second brother? Doctor, the safety of my sister-in-law and her child depends on you alone."
The old doctor replied kindly, "I will do my best."
"Ahem." Nanny Pan couldn't help herself and asked in a low voice, "It's over eight months old. Have you diagnosed whether it's a boy or a girl?"
The old doctor was busy writing a prescription. Unsure of the medicine, he simply said he didn't know. He apologized and said, "Please forgive me, my medical skills are not good enough to tell whether it's a boy or a girl."
"Ah?" Nanny Pan could hardly hide her disappointment.
Guo Hongzhe misunderstood and mistakenly thought that the doctor had diagnosed a daughter. He said seriously: "It's okay, a niece is also good. Of course, a nephew is even better. As long as my second sister-in-law and her daughter are safe!"
"That's right! The safety of mother and child is the most important thing." Nanny Pan nodded vigorously.
The old doctor put down his pen, blew on the ink, handed over the prescription and instructed: "Prescribe the medicine according to the prescription and take it on time. On weekdays, be more at ease with the patient and don't let her worry too much."
"Hey." Nanny Pan bowed and took the prescription.
"The patient is worried. Whatever the reason, her family must find a way to comfort her." The old doctor stood up, picked up his medicine box, and continued, "This prescription is mainly used to treat colds and fevers, and it also has a calming effect on the nerves. Check her pulse again in seven days. If she recovers, I will prescribe a prescription to stabilize the fetus and nourish the body."
"Okay, thank you." Guo Hongzhe paid the consultation fee, took the prescription and prepared to ask He's people to get the medicine, and also sent the doctor out.
The next moment, Nanny Pan hurried back to the bedroom.
Before the old man stepped over the threshold, he stopped and smiled.
Jiang Yushu was uneasy. When she heard footsteps, she slowly sat up and asked impatiently, "Mammy, what did the doctor say? Is my illness serious? Is the baby okay?"
"It's okay, it's okay!"
Nanny Pan drew back the curtains and said soothingly, "Everyone has a headache or a fever from time to time. Madam, you've only caught a cold. Take some medicine and you'll be well again soon."
Jiang Yushu stared intently and asked, "Where's the child? How is the child?"
"Very well!" Nanny Pan sat on the edge of the couch, carefully touched her belly, and comforted her: "If the child is not well, how can you move every day?"
Jiang Yushu felt relieved. "That's right. The child moves every day, always at the same time, very methodical."
"That's right." Nanny Pan followed the doctor's instructions and said happily, "What a good child! He will definitely not be difficult to take care of after he is born."
Jiang Yushu's mind turned quietly, and she suddenly asked, "Did the doctor say that my disease is difficult to treat?"
"Oh my god, that's not the case at all. How could he be so ill?" Nanny Pan shook her head repeatedly, vehemently denying the situation. "Don't worry, the Third Young Master has already asked Madam Pan's people to go out and get some medicine. He'll boil some medicine and take it later. It'll definitely cure him!"
"real?"
"Absolutely true!"
Jiang Yushu had to become suspicious, so she focused all her attention and tried to find out for a long time. Finally, Nanny Pan accidentally let the cat out of the bag:
"Oh my God, what terminal illness? Stop talking nonsense! It's obviously just that he is deeply worried and the mother and daughter are a little weak."
Jiang Yushu suddenly understood and said solemnly, "So the doctor diagnosed the child as weak? Not that he has any disease?"
"Mother and daughter are both fine, ma'am, don't worry too much. The doctor told us not to overthink it." Nanny Pan let the cat out of the bag, feeling extremely upset.
As the pregnancy progressed, lying flat on her back caused discomfort with the pressure on her abdomen, back pain, and chest tightness. Therefore, Jiang Yushu mostly lay on her side, breathing a sigh of relief, and helplessly said, "Since it's nothing serious, why did you hide it, Madam? Actually, I know in my heart that running around for six months is not only tiring for me, but also for the child."
"Get more rest, and your body will naturally become stronger."
Jiang Yushu hummed, staring at the curtain silently, her eyes fixed, and she looked a little dazed.
After resting for more than a month, her belly became bigger and her feet became more swollen, but her face became thinner and her neck became white and slender.
She was lost in thought for a moment, then suddenly turned her head and said, "Oh, I remembered something! Zhuang Zhubu, oh, now I should call him Master Zhuang. When he comes to visit, just give him the manuscript on the table."
"yes."
Nanny Pan folded her sleeves and couldn't help but say, "Ah, Master Zhuang is really something. He knows you're recuperating, but he keeps bringing up official business to cause trouble."
Jiang Yushu smiled and said softly, "Actually, I'm a person who can't sit still. I'm bored all day long in the back office. It's thanks to him that he often comes to 'trouble' and discuss the military farming affairs of the whole county, which helps me relieve my boredom."
Nanny Pan hesitated to speak, thought for a moment, and then suggested, "It's winter, and Madam is eight months pregnant. She can't go anywhere. How about asking Madam Pan to chat with you? Or, perhaps, asking the Third Young Master to play chess with you?"
"No, that's not necessary." Jiang Yushu shook her head and replied with a faint smile, "It's almost the New Year's Eve. The county magistrate's wife is busy, so don't bother her. Besides, Azhe is ambitious and never puts his books down. He's working hard, so it's not appropriate to disturb him."
Nanny Pan had no choice but to nod.
At night, the incense burner is placed on the table, and the study is filled with warmth.
Pei Wenfeng held the jade paperweight in his hand, stroking it absentmindedly and asking seriously, "Have you found out everything?"
Cai Chun and Wu Liang stood at the table, nodded in unison, and reported, "We've found out everything. My cousin is indeed ill. The doctor said it's due to 'heartache and depression.'"
"Right now, the border troops are engaged in a war with the Northern Qi. Young Master Guo's safety is unknown. My cousin must be very worried."
"Besides, the baby is about to be born, and it will be a fugitive once it's born. She can't help but think long-term. Alas, this is a tormenting situation that would worry any woman."
"Bang!" There was a loud bang!
Pei Wenfeng raised his head, slammed the jade paperweight, his deep eyes flashing with light as he said slowly, "I will never let her suffer or be wronged."
"Sir, what are you thinking?" The two servants said earnestly with bitter faces:
"Even if Master Guo unfortunately died in battle, my cousin is still 'Guo Jiang'. Please think twice before you act."
Pei Wenfeng stood up, his hands behind his back, and walked to the window, looking behind the low wall—Jiang Yushu's bedroom, located in the next courtyard. After a long pause, he sighed and murmured, "As long as Sister Shu is willing, and leaves the child to the Guo family, I will find a way to take care of her for the rest of her life."
"I can't forget the vows we made, and I believe she remembers them too... I hope God will have mercy on us and allow us to be together."
"How old is Sister Shu? She's so pitiful. I can't bear to see her become a widow."
At the same time.
Since being promoted to the commander's personal guard, Guo Honglei moved into a small barracks, which was less crowded and cleaner.
On the eve of the decisive battle, several companions lay in bed, chatting casually, much quieter than usual.
There was a candle lit on the kang table. Guo Honglei was writing letters at his desk, several in a row, with a solemn expression.
The door was suddenly pushed open, and the cold wind rushed in, almost extinguishing the candlelight.
Guo Honglei was quick-witted and put down his pen in time. He opened his palm to protect the candle flame and looked up.
The Ninth Prince's face turned pale and blue from the cold. He said cheerfully, "Haha, you kid really haven't rested yet!"
Guo Honglei smiled and stood up to greet him, "Your Highness the Ninth Prince." His companions hurriedly got out of bed, quickly wrapped themselves in their coats, and saluted.
"No need for formalities, no need for formalities, no need for formalities at all!" The Ninth Prince waved his hand, and then beckoned several attendants to come forward immediately, first placing the charcoal stove, then placing the pot, and then pouring in the cooked mutton soup, mutton slices and other food.
The Ninth Prince was the first to sit cross-legged and called out, "What are you standing there for? Sit down. It's too cold. Come and have a mutton hotpot with me to warm you up."
"Thank you, Your Highness!" The soldiers smiled happily. It was not the first time they had eaten with him. After expressing their gratitude, they sat around and feasted on the food.
Guo Honglei picked up his pen again, concentrating on his work and choosing words and sentences meticulously.
"Hey, what are you writing?" The ninth prince turned around and asked.
Guo Honglei had just finished writing, and the ink dried in an instant. He carefully folded it and stuffed it into an envelope, whispering, "A letter from home."
However, the Ninth Prince took a quick glance and saw the words "Lady's Letter" marked on the envelope. He was startled and blurted out, "Lady's Letter?"
Guo Honglei nodded and explained, "This is a military custom. Before heading into battle, many people write wills to inform their families of important family matters."
"Isn't this too unlucky?" The Ninth Prince frowned upon hearing this.
Guo Honglei sighed, "It's unlucky indeed. But if someone were to die in battle and their family received no explanation, wouldn't the elderly, the weak, women, and children be even more panicked and grief-stricken?"
The Ninth Prince also sighed and answered encouragingly, "May God bless Dagan, and Beiqi will eventually be destroyed! Come, have some hot soup, and as usual, you will take turns telling an interesting story from the military."
Everyone was used to it and racked their brains to satisfy the young prince's curiosity.
After eating a pot of mutton with soup, I felt warm all over. After the banquet, snoring sounds were heard from the barracks.
Guo Honglei kept his eyes open and couldn't fall asleep for a long time.
The next day was the 16th day of the twelfth lunar month.
The sky was overcast, the north wind was as sharp as a knife, and the snow was about to fall but didn't.
Dou Yong, despite his illness, dressed in military uniform, went to Jiang'an to supervise the battle in person, accompanied by two princes.
"Your Highnesses must be well protected." The old general said calmly and solemnly, "On the day of the decisive battle, success or failure depends on this one. I pray that God will bless us and help us recapture Yongzhou!"
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