"I'll try shouting."
Taohua was a little worried. She lifted the curtain and walked into the room, calling out, "Madam, Madam."
She called out several times but got no response, which frightened her.
"Madam." Taohua walked to the bedside and reached out to touch Gu Yunran's forehead. Her heart skipped a beat when she touched it.
"Ma'am, I have a fever."
Zhuye heard the sound and hurried in, "What's going on?"
She also reached out to touch Gu Yunran's forehead, but as soon as she put her hand on it, she quickly retracted it, "Oh, why does he have such a high fever?"
"Go and get the doctor."
Zhuye fetched some hot water, wet a towel, and placed it on Gu Yunran's forehead to cool her down, while Taohua ran out to call a doctor.
Yuling prepared a bowl of porridge and brought it carefully over. She said, "Sister Zhuye, I made some porridge for Madam. Please have some so that you can get better quickly."
"Put it here."
Zhuye took the bowl and placed the porridge on the table. She began to change the water for Gu Yunran. Yuling said carefully, "Zhuye, sister, do you need my help?"
Zhuye shook his head: "No, you can go out."
"yes."
After Yuling left, Zhuye stood up and poured the bowl of porridge into the potted plants, then covered it with soil and shouted outside.
"Yuling, Madam has a severe fever. She only managed to drink a little. Please don't make porridge for her for the next two days."
"Then I will make some ginseng soup for you, Madam."
Zhuye thought for a moment and said, "There's a maid in the kitchen who's responsible for cooking. Don't worry about this. Just focus on doing your work in the yard."
Yuling lowered her head and whispered, "Yes."
The doctor arrived quickly, examined Gu Yunran, and said, "Madam, you just caught a cold. It's nothing serious. I can give you a few prescriptions and it will be cured."
"Then I'll have to trouble you, Doctor."
Taohua gave him some change and the doctor prescribed some medicine. Zhuye asked Taohua to take care of Gu Yunran in the room while she went to boil the medicine herself.
However, just as she reached the kitchen door, Aunt Zhao stopped her and said, "Miss Zhuye, how is the Madam?"
"Ah," Zhuye sighed, "Madam, this is an old problem. She has had it since she was a child. She will get sick whenever there is thunder and rain. It's nothing serious."
"Then you go take care of Madam, and I'll make the medicine for her."
Zhuye was reluctant at first, but Zhao Ma insisted on decocting medicine, so she agreed. However, after a few days, Gu Yunran's condition not only did not get better, but became worse.
"Oh no, Madam is dying."
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