Han Yixian didn't know if He Yuhan had the right medicine in her space, and he didn't dare to take the risk. Besides, even if he didn't take the medicine prescribed by his mother, he could still cover for his wife.
Han Yixian quickly went to the pharmacy and got a few doses of herbal medicine according to his mother's prescription. Western medicine was in short supply, but herbal medicine was a bit better; getting a few doses wasn't difficult.
Soon Han Yixian returned through the thick snow, and Wen Jinyu took the medicine from her son and quickly went to the stove to brew it.
Han Yi warmed himself by the stove to ward off the chill before entering the bedroom. He bent down and carefully examined his wife's face, noticing it was even redder than before.
He touched his wife's forehead and felt her temperature was even higher, and he was very worried. The fever reducer had been in for almost two hours, why wasn't it working at all?
Seeing his wife delirious with fever, he felt he couldn't let things continue like this. He had to wake her up and ask her if there were any special medicines in his space. Oh, and maybe the spring water in his space would be useful.
He held He Yuhan in his arms and whispered, "Yuhan, wake up, wake up, Yuhan."
He Yuhan vaguely heard her husband calling her. She opened her blurry eyes and replied in a hoarse and weak voice, "Husband."
Upon seeing that He Yuhan had woken up, Han Yixian quickly said, "Yuhan, you have a fever. We gave you fever-reducing medicine, but it didn't work. Do you have any special medicine in it?"
He Yuhan said regretfully, "I was so delirious from the fever that I forgot about the space."
Then He Yuhan produced a glass of water and two pills, which she swallowed.
Han Yixian said, "Mom is brewing medicine for you. Don't drink it later. Put it in your spatial storage and pour it out."
He Yuhan said, "No problem. I want to sleep a little longer."
Han Yixian said, "You've been working so hard lately. Take this opportunity to relax and rest. Tell me what you want to eat, and I'll make it for you."
He Yuhan said, "I'm fine. I probably caught a cold yesterday. I'll be fine soon."
Seeing his wife looking unwell, Han Yixian quickly settled her down and covered her with a blanket. Now the stove was burning brightly, the heating was on, and the room was warm enough that it didn't feel cold at all.
Han Yixian had no mind to do anything else, so he stayed in the room with He Yuhan, touching her forehead from time to time, hoping that her fever would subside as soon as possible.
Han Yixian glanced at the weather outside; it was still gloomy. It had snowed yesterday, but the sky hadn't cleared up, and it looked like it might snow again.
Han Yixian had heard many elderly people predict that this winter would be very cold. The fact that it snowed so early and so heavily was already a sign.
Too much snow is also a bad thing; it can cause a snow disaster, killing not only livestock that freeze or starve, but also people. Especially now that many households are short of cotton and cloth, if they don't keep warm, it's very possible for people to freeze to death.
However, in recent years there have been consecutive years of famine, and very few people in various places are growing cotton, so there is simply no supply of cotton.
Wen Jinyu quickly prepared the medicine and brought it into the room.
She saw her son standing beside his wife and asked softly, "Yixian, how is Yuhan? Has her fever gone down?"
Han Yixian touched He Yuhan's forehead again and whispered, "The temperature has gone down a bit. Mom, give me the medicine, let it cool down for a while and I'll give it to Yuhan."
Wen Jinyu handed the medicine bowl to her son and said, "Yuhan is sick and has a weak stomach, so let's steam some egg custard for her at noon. You watch over Yuhan, Mom is going out."
Han Yixian said, "Mom, you don't need to call me for lunch. Just keep it warm in the pot for me. We can go out and get it ourselves whenever we want to eat."
Wen Jinyu nodded and said, "Okay, keep an eye on Yuhan and let her rest for a while too." Then she went out.
People with fever feel cold all over. Han Yixian woke up He Yuhan when he saw his wife shivering and told her to put the medicine into her space and empty it. Then he covered He Yuhan with another blanket, took off his clothes, and crawled into bed to hug her.
Han Yixian's embrace was warm, and He Yuhan unconsciously snuggled closer to him, adjusting herself into a comfortable position and falling asleep peacefully again.
Han Yixian held He Yuhan in his arms the whole time, using his own body to warm his wife. Around noon, Han Yixian felt that He Yuhan's body temperature had dropped considerably, and he sighed that the medicine his wife had brought was really effective. It seemed he would have to continue researching various medications in the future.
He Yuhan ate only half a bowl of steamed egg custard in the morning, but Han Yixian felt that his wife should eat something more, as she still needed to take her medicine at noon. He carefully got up, dressed, and left the room.
By this time, Wen Jinyu had already prepared lunch. Seeing her son come out, she asked, "How is Yuhan?"
Han Yixian said, "The temperature has dropped quite a bit. I'll give her something to eat in a bit."
Wen Jinyu said, "Then you can eat with us. I've steamed the egg custard for Yuhan, it's still warm in the pot."
Han Yi nodded and said, "Okay, I'll eat with you."
Outside, heavy snow began to fall again, the dense snowflakes turning the world into a vast expanse of white. What should have been a beautiful snow scene only increased Han Yixian's worries.
While eating, Han Yixian said to his father, "Dad, many experienced people say that this winter will be particularly cold. The snow came so early this year, and the temperature has dropped so suddenly. I'm afraid many people are not prepared to keep warm."
The snow was already heavy enough yesterday; if it keeps falling, it could cause a snow disaster.
Han Xiao was also worried, "Yes, with several years of famine, I'm afraid some people won't even have enough cotton-padded clothes. If the heating facilities don't keep up, people might freeze to death."
Cotton is a scarce resource right now. If we could get some cotton, that would be great. It would at least alleviate the cotton supply problem, and we could distribute it as relief supplies, taking measures to ensure that every household has cotton clothing and blankets, at least enough for those who go outside to have something to wear.
Han Yixian said, "This year, we made arrangements in advance to ensure that each village has enough firewood for heating. At least there should be a heated kang (a traditional heated brick bed) in the house, so people should be fine without leaving the house. However, we need to make sure that people who go out have warm clothes to wear. This will also reduce the chances of getting sick."
"I'll try to find a way, maybe pull some strings and see if I can get some cotton from the south."
After finishing his lunch, Han Yixian took the steamed egg custard he had made for He Yuhan back to his room, woke her up, and fed her the custard.
Not bad, He Yuhan felt like she had some appetite again, and she even ate a whole bowl of steamed egg custard, which made Han Yixian very happy. Having an appetite meant that her health was improving.
After serving He Yuhan her food and medicine, Han Yixian took off his clothes and held her in his arms. This time, the two of them fell asleep together. Han Yixian hadn't slept well last night either, so he was catching up on sleep today.
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