Not long after, under the guidance of Chen Qiaoyi, Xiao Zhao came out of the shower.
It was not until this time that Zhou Ziwen discovered that Xiao Zhao was actually quite pretty.
She has an oval face, fair and delicate skin with a soft glow.
Her eyebrows and eyes are curved, but they look dim, as if shrouded in a layer of haze, losing their agility and vitality, which makes people feel pity when they see them.
Her lips were slightly pale, without a trace of blood, and she looked weak and haggard.
Her wet hair was casually draped over her shoulders, with a few strands sticking to her cheeks, making her look even more pitiful.
She was wearing old clothes that Chen Qiaoyi had found for her. Although they were a bit loose, they still couldn't hide her slender figure.
Xiao Zhao walked slowly into the yard, his steps were a little heavy, and every step seemed to be filled with endless fatigue.
She lowered her head slightly, not daring to look Zhou Ziwen in the eye. Her hands unconsciously tugged at the corners of her clothes, and her fingers turned slightly white from the force.
Chen Qiaoyi whispered to Zhou Ziwen, "Brother Ziwen, Sister Zhao was a little scared when she first came out, but she's much better now."
Zhou Ziwen nodded and said to Xiao Zhao gently, "Xiao Zhao, don't be afraid. It's safe here. Sit down and rest for a while."
As he spoke, he brought over a chair.
Xiao Zhao raised his head and glanced at Zhou Ziwen. A trace of gratitude flashed in his eyes, and he said softly, "Thank you."
She walked slowly to the chair and sat down carefully, her body still tense.
Little Yueyue was in Zhou Ziwen's arms, looking at Xiao Zhao curiously and babbling.
Xiao Zhao's attention was attracted by Xiao Yueyue, and a hint of tenderness appeared in his eyes.
Seeing this, Zhou Ziwen walked over to Xiao Zhao with Yueyue in his arms and said with a smile, "Yueyue really likes new friends."
Xiao Zhao reached out and gently touched Xiao Yueyue's hand. Xiao Yueyue smiled happily, and Xiao Zhao's mouth corners also slightly raised, revealing a faint smile, but there was a hint of bitterness in that smile.
Zhou Ziwen looked at Xiao Zhao and sighed inwardly. He knew that there was still a long way to go before Xiao Zhao could truly recover.
"Yiyi, Xiao Zhao will live in my old room from now on. Go and clean it up later!"
Zhou Ziwen spoke.
Chen Qiaoyi responded, turned around and went to clean the house.
When Xiao Zhao heard this, he was slightly startled. He raised his head and looked at Zhou Ziwen, his eyes full of surprise and emotion. His lips trembled slightly, but he didn't know what to say.
She didn't expect Zhou Ziwen to make such arrangements. Having a place of her own in this strange place was like a ray of light in the darkness for her.
Zhou Ziwen looked at Xiao Zhao and said softly, "Xiao Zhao, just stay here and treat this place as your home. I will find a way to cure your illness and make you feel better again."
Xiao Zhao's eyes were slightly red and tears were welling up in them. She tried hard not to let the tears fall and just nodded gently.
At this time, Chen Shiying also came back from outside.
Seeing Xiao Zhao in the yard, he didn't understand what was going on, and puzzled glances moved between Xiao Zhao and Zhou Ziwen.
Seeing this, Zhou Ziwen pulled her aside and briefly told Chen Shiying about Xiao Zhao's situation. After listening, Chen Shiying showed a sympathetic look on her face and walked up to Xiao Zhao and said, "Don't worry, Xiao Zhao, just treat us as your own family here."
Xiao Zhao looked into Chen Shiying's sincere eyes, and felt warm in his heart. He whispered, "Thank you."
Chen Shiying smiled, turned and walked into the kitchen. After a while, she brought out a cup of hot water and handed it to Xiao Zhao, saying, "Drink some water and take a rest."
Xiao Zhao took the cup of water, held it tightly with both hands, and felt the warmth, as if this warmth could reach the bottom of his heart.
I have to say that it is easier for women to communicate with each other.
It only took a while for Chen Shiying to make Xiao Zhao relax a lot.
It was not until this time that Zhou Ziwen knew Xiao Zhao's name.
Xiao Zhao's actual name is Zhao Xiaoya. This name sounds very elegant and is quite consistent with her temperament.
Taking advantage of Zhao Xiaoya's relaxed mood, Zhou Ziwen took her pulse.
He placed his fingers lightly on Zhao Xiaoya's wrist, his expression focused and calm, carefully feeling the subtle changes in her pulse.
After a moment, Zhou Ziwen frowned slightly. After releasing his hand, he looked at Zhao Xiaoya and said softly, "Xiaoya, your body is somewhat deficient in Qi and blood, and your spleen and stomach are also weak. This should be caused by long-term mental stress and poor living conditions. But don't worry, I will prescribe some conditioning prescriptions for you. With diet and rest, you will gradually get better."
Zhao Xiaoya nodded slightly, with a hint of trust and expectation in her eyes.
She knew that Zhou Ziwen was famous in the village for his superb medical skills. Since he said he could cure her, there must be a way.
Zhou Ziwen then returned to the house, took out a pen and paper, and began to write a prescription carefully.
Based on Zhao Xiaoya's physical condition, he carefully selected several Chinese medicines that can not only replenish qi and blood, but also regulate the spleen and stomach.
After writing the prescription, Zhou Ziwen put it away and went to the village clinic to get the medicine.
At this time, Zhu Jianguo had already finished work and returned home, but it didn’t matter, because he also had the key to the clinic.
He went straight to the health room, opened the door, and moved familiarly between the medicine cabinets, carefully picking up the herbs according to the prescription.
After packing up the medicine, Zhou Ziwen returned home.
At this time, Chen Qiaoyi had almost finished tidying up the room. The bed was tidy, the tables and chairs were neatly arranged, and the room was filled with a faint fresh scent.
Zhou Ziwen handed the medicine to Chen Qiaoyi and instructed her, "Yiyi, boil this medicine twice a day, once in the morning and once in the evening. Use low heat to boil it slowly."
Chen Qiaoyi took the medicine, nodded seriously and said, "Brother Ziwen, I understand. I will take good care of Sister Xiaoya."
Zhou Ziwen smiled with relief, turned around and walked out of the room.
At noon, Zhou Ziwen's family sat around the table to eat, and Zhao Xiaoya was also warmly invited to the table.
Chen Shiying specially prepared some light and easy-to-digest dishes for her, and Zhou Ziwen would pick up some food for her from time to time, making her feel the warmth of home.
At the dinner table, Zhou Ziwen joked with Zhao Xiaoya from time to time, trying to make her more relaxed.
Little Yueyue sat in a baby chair nearby, waving her little hands and babbling, wanting to join in the fun.
Zhao Xiaoya couldn't help laughing when she saw Yueyue's cute appearance, and the haze in her eyes faded a little.
After leaving Shatin Village, which had caused her pain, Zhao Xiaoya's mood obviously improved a lot.
At least during the time Zhou Ziwen was in contact with her, she had not had any attacks.
After dinner, Zhou Ziwen chatted with Zhao Xiaoya for a while before taking a nap.
He lay in bed, thinking about Zhao Xiaoya's condition.
Although he had prescribed medicine, he knew that medicine could only treat the symptoms and not the root cause. If he wanted Zhao Xiaoya to truly get better, he still had to untie her knot in her heart.
However, this takes time and opportunity.
He felt that it was time for his psychology skills to come into play. (End of this chapter)
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