"Good boy, don't cry. All you can do now is wait." Feng Qingxue touched his head without feeling dirty. "Is your grandma sick? Can you take me to see her?"

After hearing this, Zhao Tianqi nodded happily.

The child was wandering around the door of the scrap collection station. His home was naturally nearby and he arrived there in just a few steps.

Their living conditions were much better than those of Grandpa Xu and Aunt Xu. Although the stone walls were low, there was a small courtyard with three main rooms made of brick and tile, with a kitchen and toilet next to them, and a well.

"Grandma! Grandma! I brought a sister to see you!"

While shouting, Zhao Tianqi pushed open the door and ran into the house.

Feng Qingxue parked the flatbed truck in the yard and walked in. She found that the house was also bare. A thin old woman was lying on an old-fashioned wide wooden bed with a footrest. She was covered with an old patched coarse cloth quilt with a blue background and white flowers. Her white hair was scattered on the pillow, her cheeks were flushed, her eyes were closed, and she was dying.

The wideness of the bed makes the person on it look even thinner and smaller, making him look very miserable.

Feng Qingxue sighed when she saw this, walked over and touched her forehead, which was burning hot. She then looked down at the sputum she had spit out on the ground, "It's a fever caused by a cold."

"Sister, will grandma be okay?" Zhao Tianqi grabbed two-thirds of the bun, tears in his eyes.

The little person looks very pitiful.

"Don't worry, it will be fine." Feng Qingxue comforted him and found a kettle and an enamel pot next to her. She walked over and poured half a pot of water. Although it was not very hot, it was still a little warm.

Then, Feng Qingxue took out cold medicine and antipyretic medicine from the space while carrying Zhao Tianqi on her back.

She carefully looked at the sputum and tongue coating of the old man and found that he had a wind-heat cold, so the medicine she took out was very effective.

The medicine she took out was a capsule, which could not be shown to others, so she poured the powder in the capsule into an enamel jar, shook it to make it melt, then threw the capsule skin back into the space, sat on the edge of the bed with the medicine in her hand, half-supported Zhao Tianqi's grandmother, and fed the medicine into her.

The old man seemed to have some consciousness and swallowed it slowly.

Feng Qingxue had taken care of her own grandparents. She patted the old woman's back gently and waited until she had swallowed it completely before letting her lie down.

Patients with colds and fevers should eat light food. Feng Qingxue asked Zhao Tianqi to eat the buns and went to the kitchen to take a look.

There was an earthen stove and a coal briquette stove in the kitchen, with a pile of honeycomb coal and firewood next to it, but the fire in the stove had long been extinguished, and there was only a shallow layer of water left in the bucket. The pots, pans, and utensils were all there, but there was salt but no oil.

Feng Qingxue pretended to take out a small bag of yellow brown rice and a small bag of flour mixed with cornmeal from her backpack.

After thinking for a while, he took out three cooked salted duck eggs.

Zhao Tianqi ran over and saw it, his eyes full of admiration, "Sister, is your backpack a treasure chest?"

"Sister's backpack is not a treasure box, but sister herself is a treasure box." Feng Qingxue answered him with a smile, walked over to fetch a bucket of well water, and scrubbed all the pots, pans, chopping boards and kitchen knives clean.

"Sister, what are you doing?" Zhao Tianqi asked.

"Sister, make something for your grandma."

Feng Qingxue washed the rice, put it in the pot and lit the fire, all in one go.

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Smelling the aroma of the white porridge, Zhao Tianqi, who was helping to light the fire at the stove, drooled.

"Sister, it smells so good!"

Feng Qingxue served him a bowl of porridge with a salted duck egg, then carried the bowl of porridge into the house.

The old man was already awake, sitting on the bed, tears in his eyes, and said weakly: "Thank you, my daughter, thank you, I feel it all."