Chapter 752: Seriously Ill

"Master, one packet of medicine uses a whole ginseng root, and you have to drink it three times a day. Won't this cause excessive yang energy?" In the clinic, Jiang Fubao's apprentice looked at her with curiosity.

"His body is like a sieve at the entrance of a cave. How can he scoop water from the river? He has been unconscious for so long. I need to force him to wake up. When his qi and blood surge, that's when he will wake up. It's okay. I have also added some counteracting medicine. Here, you will know after looking at the prescription." Jiang Fubao didn't explain much.

She handed the prescription to her apprentice and then went home.

When we got home, the Jiang family had already finished their meal and were getting ready for bed.

"Fubao? You're back? Hey kid, why are you back so late at night? Are you hungry? Hurry, tell the kitchen to cook more, quickly, and boil some hot water for Fubao to take a bath at night." Zhu Yingqiu, who had just returned from the toilet, happened to see Jiang Fubao come in.

She shouted at the maid excitedly.

As soon as the Jiang family members entered the yard, they all heard her voice.

One by one, they came out wearing their underwear.

Zhang Jinlan didn't even wear shoes and stood barefoot in the yard. Jiang Shoujia followed behind her, holding a pair of cloth shoes.

"You old woman, put on your shoes. Although the weather is hot, the ground is still cool. If Fubao sees you, he will give you a good lesson." Jiang Shoujia said anxiously.

"Fubao, my Fubao, grandma misses you so much." Zhang Jinlan didn't pay any attention to his words.

She ran barefoot to her granddaughter and hugged her.

Tears quickly wet Jiang Fubao's shoulders, and Jiang Fubao's nose also turned red from crying.

"Wuwu grandma, I miss you too. I will never go out for so long again. Grandma, you, you should put on your shoes quickly. It will be bad if you catch a cold." Jiang Fubao said while sniffing.

"Fubao, how come you've lost so much weight? You've suffered a lot. Eat more meals later and make up for the meat. It's so pitiful. Look, there's no flesh on your face." Sun Pingmei felt very distressed.

"Come and put on your shoes, Fubao. You didn't encounter any danger outside, did you? Didn't you write home and say you would be back in early July? But after the flood, you stopped writing. Grandpa was so worried. Your grandma couldn't sleep well every night and wanted to go look for you. But where can she go with her old arms and legs?" Jiang Shoujia teased his wife.

"I'm sorry, Grandpa and Grandma, I took a detour, so I came back a little late. I thought I would be home soon, so I didn't write to you. I'm sorry to have made you worry." Jiang Fubao wiped his tears with his sleeve and apologized.

"Okay, come in and sit down. Someone, go to the second and third courtyards and call the second and fourth families." Jiang Shoujia said again.

The group entered the main hall, which had originally had three candles extinguished. The room became bright again, and the maid even lit two more.

After Jiang Siyin and Zhang Yanzi came, Jiang Fubao hugged them and cried again.

It was not until the meal was served that the whole family happily listened to Jiang Fubao telling interesting stories about the journey while eating.

It was midnight when Jiang Fubao finished his bath and went to sleep.

It had been such a long time since she came back that she was a little unaccustomed to her own bed. It must be because she was too tired, otherwise she would have suffered from insomnia. She didn't wake up until the end of the morning the next day.

After breakfast, she went directly to Dong's house.

Five days passed and Meng Bujiu didn't wake up. Jiang Fubao became more and more anxious.

Following this prescription, he vomited blood in three days at most, and there was no reaction at all.

Jiang Fubao even began to doubt his own medical skills.

"Fubao, what happened?" Dong Qingyi, who was waiting in the house, asked when she saw her adopted daughter pulling out the golden needle.

Jiang Fubao didn't know what to say. She opened her mouth slightly but couldn't utter a word.

I wanted to make up a few words to comfort my godmother, but before I could utter a word, someone grabbed my hand.

"Fubao, no, don't go--" Meng Bujiu's eyes showed a slit. If it weren't for Dong Qingyi's good care, he would not be able to open his eyes, and his eyes would have been covered with eye boogers.

I haven't spoken for so long that my voice is hoarse, shaking like a rusty iron chain.

Jiang Fubao's worried look was instantly replaced by surprise, and Dong Qingyi also covered her mouth and cried excitedly.

"Brother Bujiu, you finally woke up, you..." he said halfway.

Meng Bujiu spat out a mouthful of bright red blood with a "puchi" sound.

Dong Qingyi was frightened, but Jiang Fubao looked very happy.

"Son, what happened? Why are you vomiting blood for no reason?" Dong Qingyi quickly squatted beside the bed, looked at the blood on the ground, then looked at her weak son, seeming a little at a loss.

"Godmother, it's okay. It's good that the blood has been spit out. It means that brother Bujiu is out of danger. Don't be afraid." Jiang Fubao hurried to comfort her.

Dong Qingyi finally breathed a sigh of relief, but she still felt dizzy when she saw the pool of blood.

"Brother Bujiu, where does it hurt? Tell me." Jiang Fubao wanted to pull his hand out of Meng Bujiu's palm, but it didn't move. Meng Bujiu even held it tighter.

"Fubao, don't go." Blood stuck to his pale lips, like lip balm, and Meng Bujiu continued to repeat what he had just said.

"Brother Bujiu, I won't leave. I will stay here with you." Jiang Fubao held Meng Bujiu's hand with his left hand and held his right hand firmly in his palm.

Coincidentally, Meng Zhili finally had time to rest for two days. He rushed back to Lianshan Town overnight and saw this scene as soon as he entered.

Dong Wei and Granny Rong were behind him.

Several pairs of eyes turned to the bed.

"Fubao, why did I dream about you again? Why haven't you come back yet? I, I miss you so much. I wear the bell you gave me every day, but it's too small and I can't hear its sound. What should I do?"

Meng Bujiu thought he was dreaming again, and looking at the blurry figure in front of him, he whispered.

"It's okay. When brother Bujiu gets better, I'll give you a big bell and hang it on your bed so you can hear it every day, okay?" Jiang Fubao coaxed him.

"You are lying. You are not coming back, so how can you send me off?" Meng Bujiu rarely showed an aggrieved look, like a poor dog.

Several pairs of eyes in the room looked at each other, and Meng Zhili waved to Dong Qingyi, who quickly got up from the bed and walked to the door.

"Don't disturb them, come out." Dong Wei said.

So the door was closed.

Only Jiang Fubao and two others were left inside.

"Brother Bujiu, wake up, I'm back, you're not dreaming." Jiang Fubao called him softly.

"Fubao, I can't hear the bells. Why can't I hear them? I can't see you either. Can you please come back soon?"

Meng Bujiu began to talk nonsense, he could not distinguish between dreams and reality.

Jiang Fubao quickly pulled her hand out and searched around the house. Finally, she found the jade pendant in the cabinet. On the jade pendant hung the bell that she had given to her brother Bujiu. Jiang Fubao brought it to Meng Bujiu's ear and shook it.

A faint bell rang, and Meng Bujiu's eyes widened instantly.