Chapter 603 Changjia Village 18
Ye Rou followed Sister Fei to the east room. The room was cool and the kang without a fire was also cold.
Ah Fu lay on the kang, wrapped in a quilt, his face flushed, his breathing rapid, his forehead terribly hot. She reached out to feel his pulse, her brow furrowing ever tighter.
"The fever is too high. It needs to be reduced quickly."
"What should I do?" Sister Fei was so anxious that she was at a loss.
Ye Rou: "I need a towel, warm water, and white wine."
"I'll prepare it right away." Without any doubt, Sister Fei went to prepare it immediately.
Ye Rou sent Sister Fei away, took out a pill from her pocket and stuffed it into Afu's mouth.
The hawthorn pills made by Lingquan were extremely effective. Almost instantly, Ah Fu exhaled a breath of foul air, and the burning temperature on his cheeks disappeared by most.
Ye Rou was afraid that Sister Fei would become suspicious, so after she came back, she took the basin of water, wrung out the towel, and wiped Afusi's limbs in an emergency cooling manner.
Sister Fei stood aside, twisting the corners of her clothes with her hands, her eyes flickering. Ye Rou could feel her eyes falling on her from time to time, but then quickly looking away.
After about a quarter of an hour, the child's breathing gradually stabilized and the blush on his face faded a little.
Sister Fei just thought that the emergency cooling method had worked, without any doubt, she let out a long sigh, and her tense shoulders finally relaxed.
"Thank you...thank you." She whispered, her voice a little hoarse.
She had never thanked anyone in her life, and she was not good at thanking anyone. She looked very fierce when she said thank you.
Ye Rou shook her head and her eyes fell on the hideous scar on Sister Fei's face.
A line stretching from the right corner of the eye to the chin was still glaring in the dim room.
"Do you want some medicine for your wound?" Ye Rou asked softly, "I can make a scar-removing ointment that's quite effective."
Grandpa Li’s grandson Hanhan also has a scar on his forehead. He insisted on applying her medicine, and the scar faded. If you don’t look closely, you can’t tell that there was a scar.
Sister Fei subconsciously touched the scar on her face, but the moment she touched it, her hand stopped, and she shook her head with a wry smile.
"Such a big scar, I'm afraid it won't heal."
"No." Ye Rou said seriously: "As long as you keep taking the medicine, the scars will gradually fade."
Sister Fei thought about the next plan and shook her head.
"It doesn't matter. It's not important anymore."
She stood up and gently touched Ah Fu's face. After hesitating for a moment, she reminded him, "For a moment, no matter what noises are heard outside, don't go out."
Ye Rou thought of the clues about Sister Fei provided by the card book.
As a mother, she will not let go of anyone who hurts her child.
The whip marks on Ah Fu's face were most likely caused by Chang Long, and now that Chang Long is still unconscious, it's a good time to take action.
Ye Rou thought about what she was going to ask, and suddenly said, "I have to go apply medicine to Chang Long later."
Sister Fei wanted to say something, but no sound came out. Seeing Ye Rou insisting, she did not stop her, but just reminded her:
"I understand. Once you've applied the medicine, return to this room, close the doors and windows, and don't go out again."
After Sister Fei gave these instructions, she turned and left the house.
Ye Rou stood at the door, looking at her back.
The woman was thin, with long hair hanging down. Her back had lost all her former charm and allure, becoming fierce and resolute. She walked out resolutely without the slightest hesitation.
A warm breeze blew by, bringing with it a faint smell of blood, and Ye Rou couldn't help but shiver.
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Ye Rou carried the medicine box and silently came to the room where Chang Long was resting.
Chang Fei was sitting on the doorstep, holding a plate of braised beef, eating happily. When he saw Ye Rou coming, he stretched out his head and legs to block Ye Rou's way.
"What are you doing here?"
Considering that the ugly woman in front of him had saved his godfather, Chang Fei spoke politely.
"It's time to change the medicine." Ye Rou shook the medicine box in her hand.
Chang Fei retracted his legs and roughly looked through the medicine box. Seeing that there were only some gauze and ointment, he made way.
"Go in, don't do anything tricky, or I won't let you go."
Ye Rou didn't say anything, walked into the house silently, and turned to close the door.
Chang Fei called her and said dissatisfiedly: "Why are you closing the door?"
Ye Rou calmly explained: "The patient's wound has just been sutured, so he can't be exposed to the wind."
Chang Fei grumbled about the trouble, but was afraid that what the ugly woman said was true. He sat up and asked Ye Rou to close the door.
Ye Rou closed the door, the sunlight was blocked outside by the wooden door, and the room was dim.
The air was filled with a strong medicinal smell, mixed with the rotten smell of old wood. Sunlight leaked in through the window lattices, casting mottled shadows on the ground.
The person on the kang lay motionless, breathing heavily. Ye Rou put down the medicine box and looked at the pale face - thin face, facial acne and swelling, even in the coma, still with a bit of gloom.
Her eyes fell on his left shoulder which was wrapped in gauze and had some bright red blood seeping out.
"Village Chief Chang?" she called softly, her voice as light as a feather.
No response.
Ye Rou wants to interrogate Chang Long about what happened that year, and Chang Long must be "awake".
She no longer hesitated and took out the acupuncture bag she had hidden earlier from the bottom of the medicine box.
The golden needles are inserted into the Taiyang acupoint, Baihui acupoint, Fengchi acupoint...
Driven by the internal force rewarded by the system, the tail of the golden needle vibrated with a buzzing sound.
Chang Long only felt a great pain, like a needle pricking him. He was forced to wake up from his coma and opened his eyes with difficulty. His shoulder was hit by an arrow, and every movement he made was accompanied by a piercing pain.
"You're awake." Aunt Zhao's niece stepped forward.
"You, why are you here?" Chang Long glanced at the woman's ugly face and looked disgusted.
He glanced around the room and saw no one else. Anger welled up in his heart, his brows and eyes darkened. "Where are my son and my wife?"
If you don’t serve him by his bedside, you’re all looking for death!
"Call... them in!" As he spoke, the wound on his shoulder twitched in pain, and he lowered his voice unconsciously, but still filled with rage.
Ye Rou said calmly, "No."
Chang Long looked at the ugly woman in disbelief: "You, what did you say? No?"
He has lived a glorious and carefree life, and no one has ever told him "no"!
Ye Rou's patience ran out. She stepped forward, stared at Chang Long, activated her magical voice, and asked seductively:
"Zheng Lili, do you remember her?"
The voice was as soft as a thread, like the melodious sound of a nightingale, or the low hum of a ghost, and it entered his ears. In an instant, it swept through his body like an electric current, causing his mind to gradually fade away and his eyes to become unfocused.
"Zheng...Zheng Lili?" he repeated in a trance.
Ye Rou patiently coaxed, "Zheng Lili from the military compound, you accepted money to slander her as the woman who committed adultery with you, you should remember her."
The voice turned into a big hand, rolling in the deep sea of memory.
Chang Long shook his head in pain, "Zheng, Zheng Lili..."
Ye Rou continued to press the issue, "After she was driven out of the military compound, did you take her away? Why did you take her away? And why did she fall into the hands of human traffickers?"
The questioning became more and more urgent, like a tightened spring. Chang Long's expression became more and more painful, and veins bulged on his forehead. He had no chance to think, nor could he shake off the big hand stirring in his mind.
He banged his head in pain, but the headache didn't get any better.
Chang Long couldn't bear it any longer. The locked door deep in his memory opened a crack. He gasped heavily and said in a trembling voice: "I, I remember."
"Zheng Lili...I sold her."
The voice turned into a big hand, pushing open the door of memory that had already been opened, "Why did you sell her?"
"Someone... gave me a large sum of money." Chang Long said weakly.
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