Ah Chou was busy helping him up, and then he struggled to help him onto the bed, and took off his shirt. He made him lie down, and then, not caring about the blood on half of his face, he hurried out to bring in a basin of cold water. He threw a cool towel on his red face, frowned and muttered in a low voice: "It's only been a short time since this bedsore healed. You've got a new wound on your body."
"It's just a wound. The skin isn't broken," Zhong Mingwei said, his burning skin being covered with a cool towel. It felt so comfortable that Zhong Mingwei sighed comfortably while lying on the pillow. Suddenly, he seemed to remember something. He turned his head and said to Ah Chou. "Girl, go wash your face."
"Oh." Ah Chou then remembered that there was still blood on his face. It must be quite creepy to see so much blood on his face. He immediately changed a towel for Zhong Mingwei. Then he got up and went out to wash his face.
Zhong Mingwei stared at the bloodstain on his sleeve. After a long while, he exhaled deeply: "This little bitch almost scared me to death."
The next day.
Ah Chou went out again, not because he wanted to buy anything, but to see a doctor.
Ah Chou's stomach aches badly. Since yesterday afternoon, Ah Chou's stomach has begun to ache dully, and it seems that it was when she fell with Zhong Mingwei. I don't know where she fell. At the beginning, Ah Chou could still bear it, but in the second half of the night, Ah Chou was awakened by the pain. She tossed and turned on the straw mat, and ran out to squat in the toilet several times, but the symptoms did not ease at all. Later, even Zhong Mingwei heard the noise and asked her what happened through two walls. Ah Chou said that it was nothing, but she ate too much and couldn't sleep. Zhong Mingwei said "hmm" and didn't say anything else. Ah Chou didn't dare to move at all, and endured it on the straw mat until five o'clock.
Achou hurriedly got up, changed the mat for Zhong Mingwei in the dark, then managed to cook some white porridge, had breakfast with Zhong Mingwei, and then hurried out.
If Ah Chou hadn't really been unable to help himself, he would definitely not have been willing to go down the mountain to see a doctor. Who knows how much money it would cost to see the doctor this time?
Ah Chou held his stomach with one hand and his purse with the other, and moved down the mountain step by step. He was exhausted.
When they reached the foot of the mountain, Ah Chou's face had turned abnormally pale. She couldn't go on any further, so she squatted on the ground, holding her stomach tightly. Sweat rolled down her face, and Ah Chou felt like her intestines were twisted together.
After squatting for a long time, Achou stood up again and continued walking forward half a mile, and arrived at Jixian Book House. Achou had been very thirsty for a long time. At this time, he looked at the fence wall from a distance and couldn't help pursing his dry lips.
Do you want to come in?
Ah Chou pondered, her stomach churning. She felt that she might not be able to walk to the market, so she might as well go to Jixian Book House to rest and slow down before leaving. But was it really a good idea to always disturb others?
Ah Chou was hesitating outside, wondering whether to go in to ask for a drink of water, when he saw the door inside being opened with a "zhila". Grandma Chen came out holding a sewing basket. When she saw Ah Chou outside, she was surprised and delighted: "It's you, girl. I was just going to the mountain to find you!"
"Ah... Grandma," Ah Chou forced a smile at Grandma Chen, "What do you want to see me for?"
"Well, I got a job for you. I wanted to send it to you yesterday, but it was dark and the mountain road was hard to walk on, so I had to wait until today," Grandma Chen shook the needlework basket in her hand and said to Ah Chou. Seeing Ah Chou's appearance, Grandma Chen suddenly frowned, "Girl, what's wrong with you? Are you feeling unwell?"
"Ah, Grandma, my stomach hurts," Ah Chou was in so much pain that he couldn't breathe. He even cried when he said this. "Grandma, can you help me sit inside for a while?"
"Hurry up!" Grandma Chen was so busy that she put down the sewing basket in her hand and hurried over to help Ah Chou. As soon as she put her arm around Ah Chou, she became even more anxious, "Girl, why are you sweating so much?"
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