Lanxiao Pavilion.
An Yanran smiled and said, "Mother, you just said that, aren't you afraid that my father will really let you go?"
"Even if it's true, it won't be a problem. I'll be back soon. And this time, your brother will have no competition. Getting rid of any of them will be a victory for us." Lian Jinrong drank the ginseng tea on the table. "By the way, do you drink the anti-epidemic tea that mother asked someone to prepare for you every day?"
"After drinking it, I feel like I have endless energy for the whole day. There's nothing else to worry about."
"Well, as long as we all get through this plague safely, it will be a victory. I'm afraid that the three of them, mother and son, will be silent forever. If An Qingran and An Mingchen die, Lian Jinyu will definitely go crazy. By then, everything will be ours. Mother has been waiting for this day for a long time, and finally God has opened his eyes..." Lian Jinrong laughed a little crazily.
An Yanran also had a smile on her face: "In that case, I don't have to acknowledge her as my mother in order to become a legitimate daughter?"
"Yes, you are my daughter, no one can take you away..."
"Mother, this time things happened so according to God's will, maybe we should pray to the Buddha."
"It's better to rely on yourself than on others. Why pray to Buddha?" Lian Jinrong smiled proudly.
Lian Jinyu was completely ill, which made Lian Jinrong even more proud. She did not go to the East Warm Pavilion anymore, and the quarantine continued because she told the general that the yard could not be used now and needed to be disinfected more. Only after ten days or half a month to make sure that everything was fine could these people be released.
The general let her make the arrangements.
The food in the East Warm Pavilion is quite good.
The old lady hadn't eaten meat for a long time. She was in a good mood and didn't mind it. She just told Lian Jinrong to give more portions to the Shen family so as not to let outsiders laugh at the general's mansion.
Lian Jinrong did the same.
Now, even if someone wants dragon meat, she will find a way to satisfy them. This comparison shows the difference between the two heads of the family.
Lian Jinrong is more resourceful than Lian Jinyu, and words alone are not enough.
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West Pond Sanatorium.
As An Qingran carried Mingchen in, her brows furrowed. There was basically one courtyard for each person. There were many rooms in the sanatorium. Apparently, not many nobles were sick, so they could still be used. The courtyard was full of the smell of lime and mugwort ash. The people who came and went to take care of them were like beekeepers, wearing thick hats and thick clothes, which made them much more clumsy when they walked. As she walked by, she saw the people in the courtyard looking at them. Their faces were ashen, even worse than Mingchen's. There was no hope of survival in their eyes. They looked at An Qingran as if she were a monster.
An Qingran knew that although one could enter this yard, one might not be able to leave.
Just like in the previous life, this sanatorium received more than one hundred and fifty people, but in the end only two people got out alive. She hoped that she could create a miracle.
Hasn't she always been creating miracles? I hope God will bless her this time.
She chose a corner for herself. No one was living in that house for the time being. Because she was a healthy person, the people from the Imperial Hospital who brought her there knew her, so they did her a favor and were happy that she could take care of the patient herself, which saved them some energy.
An Qingran asked for a lot of lime and some herbs, and the man agreed, because the people here were all well-known and influential. Although they would die eventually, they would die with some dignity.
The prince received the news on the day she entered the sanatorium. He was very anxious and rushed there immediately. However, the guards knew the situation was critical and would not let a healthy prince in. Dongfang Jin did not force his way in, but instructed the dean to do everything possible to meet An Qingran's requirements.
An Qingran soon received special care. The things she wanted were always delivered quickly, and her requests were always solved quickly. The attitude towards her was also very special and respectful. An Qingran found it strange because she was not an important person. Could it be that her father had made arrangements outside?
Thinking of this, I feel better.
Little did she know that there was someone else taking care of her.
She had no time to think about anything else. When she got here, all she saw, heard and thought about were matters of life and death. She held the sick An Mingchen in her arms and thought carefully, wondering why, after so many days, there were no problems with the people in the East Warm Pavilion, and no problems with the people in other courtyards, but something happened to An Mingchen?
His weak health is one thing, but he really has no chance to interact with outsiders.
While holding him, she carefully touched his little hand, and suddenly remembered that the rash first appeared on his arm. She took off his little jacket and carefully examined the location of the rash, which appeared first and was still red and swollen without any scab. Suddenly, an idea flashed in her mind: this little jacket!
Damn herself, this plague is spread through contact, why didn’t she think of it?
She put her hands on the table and used a silver needle to pick up the money bit by bit. The sleeve was picked up first. She checked carefully and suddenly saw a piece of tattered cloth on the sleeve with a faint odor. She always thought that the smell came from An Mingchen's body, but she didn't expect it to come from here. She slowly picked up the piece of cloth with scissors, and sure enough, the piece of cloth had nothing to do with the jacket.
It's from outside!
An Qingran's face had lost all color due to anger. If her analysis was correct, it was this thing that made An Mingchen sick. And who put this thing in the jacket he was wearing?
Normally, An Mingchen's food would pass through her hands, but she didn't care that much about his clothes, mainly because she didn't think that anything serious would happen if he didn't dress well. As a result...
Who prepared clothes for my brother?
Now she couldn't investigate.
She sewed the jacket carefully again and did not throw it away, but put it in a safe place.
After taking off his jacket, An Mingchen felt a little cold and shivered. It seemed that the child was used to the pain. He was always very quiet. His dark eyes looked at An Qingran, as if he was talking to her and telling her that he was strong.
An Qingran started crying again.
She was really heartbroken.
After giving An Mingchen a medicinal bath, she changed him into a set of clean clothes. This time, they were distributed by the nursing home. They were made of pure white cotton cloth, a large piece that was enough for anything. An Qingran did not cut them immediately, but took off her own clothes and wrapped Mingchen with them. She washed the cloth and put it in the sun to dry.
This way it can be disinfected.
It was her master who told her.
She disinfected every corner of the house again, and now her next thing to do was to accompany her brother to recover quietly.
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