The next morning, Bling woke up with a splitting headache. This feeling was so damn familiar. He raised his hand and touched his forehead.
Sure enough, the fever might be late, but it never fails to appear. I must have caught a cold while washing my hair last night.
She ate hot pot last night and smelled terrible, so she washed her hair and dried herself off. Unexpectedly, she caught a cold today.
Feeling dizzy, she forced herself to get up and poured herself a glass of hot water. After drinking the hot water, she felt her throat was less dry.
He took out the last remaining steamed bun from his spatial storage, ate his lunch, took two Lianhua Qingwen pills, and then crawled into bed, still feeling dizzy and lightheaded.
She fell asleep again soon after, and in her half-asleep state, she heard someone knocking on the door: "Bling, Bling, wake up!"
"Coming...coming!" Buling replied in a hoarse voice, slowly sitting up, putting on her cotton-padded coat, walking to the door, opening the door, and before she could say anything, her attention was drawn to the white expanse outside.
"Wow! It's snowing?"
Wu Yuanyuan, standing outside the door, said helplessly, "You're only just realizing this?" Then she urged, "Aren't you getting ready? We're going to be late for work!"
A gust of cold wind blew by, and Bu Ling shivered: "Sister Yuanyuan, can you help me ask for leave? I have a fever and feel unwell, so I won't be going to work."
"Does she have a fever? How high is it? Has she taken any medicine? Should we go to the hospital?" Wu Yuanyuan quickly pushed Bu Ling into the house and closed the door.
He reached out and touched her forehead: "It's a little hot. Did you take any medicine?"
Bling nodded weakly: "I've already eaten."
"Should I take you to the hospital?" This was the first time Wu Yuanyuan had seen Bu Ling look so listless.
"No, I'll be fine after taking the medicine and sleeping it off." She caught a chill last night after taking a shower and the temperature suddenly dropped.
Seeing that she was unwilling to go to the hospital, Wu Yuanyuan didn't want to force her. She pulled her down onto the kang (a heated brick bed) and covered her with a quilt, saying, "You should get some sleep first. I'll ask for leave for you, don't worry."
Bling crawled into bed, her eyelids already drooping: "Thank you, Sister Yuanyuan."
Wu Yuanyuan smiled and boiled another pot of water for her, so that the kang (heated brick bed) would be warm and Buling would feel a little warmer.
After finishing all that, it was getting late. Wu Yuanyuan tiptoed out of the house, closed the door, thought for a moment, and then went to the backyard.
"Mom, Buling has a slight fever. Please keep a close eye on her today."
Upon hearing this, Aunt Zhao hurriedly asked, "You have a fever? How is it? Is it serious?"
"It shouldn't be serious. Please keep an eye on things for me. It's getting late, I have to go to work." Wu Yuanyuan left those words and rode away on her bicycle.
Aunt Zhao thought about it for a while, but still couldn't put her mind at ease. She wiped her hands, walked to the front yard, went inside to check on Bu Ling, touched her forehead, and only then did she feel relieved.
She tiptoed out of the house again. Throughout the morning, she would go to check on Bling every now and then, afraid that she might make some noise that she hadn't noticed.
Bu Ling slept very restlessly. She seemed to have a dream in which she, Bu Yi, and Liang Boda experienced their fates after the original owner lost her job.
In the dream, the original owner lost her job and was maliciously reported. With no other choice, she had to go to the countryside. Her small body, coupled with drought and food shortage, caused her to fall seriously ill and die after only two months in the countryside.
Subsequently, when Bu Yi was hospitalized, Liang Boda came to find him and learned what had happened to the original owner of the body. The original owner was gone, and Bu Yi, who was unwilling to wake up, was naturally not awakened either. He lay in bed for two months and then passed away as well.
Liang Boda was heartbroken and applied to be transferred to the front line, where he died on the battlefield. None of the three of them had a good ending.
Buling opened her eyes with a "whoosh," calmed her racing heart, and thinking about everything in her dream, she had no doubt that it was the fate of the three people in that unfortunate novel who were not mentioned.
She pursed her dry lips, her eyes filled with uncertainty, and suddenly realized that she had been too nice to the male and female leads before.
Just as one thought after another was popping into Bu Ling's mind, Aunt Zhao pushed open the door and came in, walking to the edge of the kang (a heated brick bed): "Little Bu? You're awake? It's a good time to drink this bowl of brown sugar ginger tea, it'll help you sweat it out and get better faster."
Bu Ling quickly sat up: "Aunt Zhao, thank you."
"Hey, it's nothing, just a bowl of brown sugar ginger tea." Aunt Zhao handed the bowl to Bu Ling: "Drink slowly, be careful it's hot!"
Bling nodded and took small sips of his drink.
"It's noon, Xiao Bu, what do you want to eat? Auntie will make it for you." Looking at the pale-faced little girl, Aunt Zhao couldn't help but feel a surge of maternal love.
Buling tilted her head and smiled sweetly: "Aunt Zhao, no need to trouble yourself, I feel much better."
Hearing her say that, Aunt Zhao touched her forehead and said, "The fever is gone."
"Yes, I'm fine now, Auntie, you don't need to worry about me." Buling finished the last sip of her drink, put the bowl aside, and lifted the blanket.
"Hey, hey? Xiao Bu, what are you doing?" Aunt Zhao quickly stopped him.
"I need to go to the toilet," Bling said shyly.
Aunt Zhao then stopped stopping her, watching as she put on her cotton-padded clothes and shoes, got off the kang (heated brick bed), and ran out of the house, her back view showing great urgency.
Aunt Zhao shook her head and chuckled, but seeing how cheerful she was, she knew that she was really alright, so she was relieved and took the bowl back to the backyard.
When Buling stumbled back from the toilet, the house was empty. She wasn't surprised. She went back inside, first turning on the coal stove, then taking out a handful of rice from her spatial storage.
Just as Buling finished cooking the porridge, Sangshen rode into the courtyard on her whirlwind.
He came in, tossed his bicycle aside, and with a few long strides, walked to the door of Buling, pushed it open, and said, "Little Blackie, are you feeling better?"
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