Chapter 93 Fever (Monthly Ticket Extra Update)
Seeing Jiang Mixia coming back, Jiang Chunyu hurriedly came over to greet her, "Sixth Sister, you're back."
"You're waiting for me here so impatiently, are you because I want to ask what good things I brought you?" Jiang Mixia asked with a smile.
"Really not." Jiang Chunyu shook his head like a rattle, stretched out his hand to pull Jiang Mixia's sleeve, "Sixth sister, go to the workshop to see your sixth brother-in-law..."
Little son-in-law? Jiang Mixia was stunned, "What happened to your sixth brother-in-law?"
"It's hard to say..." Jiang Chunyu was confused. "Anyway, Sixth Sister will know after you go and take a look."
Jiang Mixia didn't care about anything else and followed Jiang Chunyu to run to the bamboo weaving workshop. When she ran all the way to the workshop, she saw Song Jingyun weaving a waterproof bamboo box in the workshop yard.
His hands moved very fast, and the bamboo strips flew up and down under his hands. When the speed was fast, it seemed that one could see the tragic afterimages left by the bamboo strips.
Moreover, Song Jingyun was so focused that he seemed not to hear the noise around him, and he didn't even notice Jiang Mixia entering the yard.
"It seems to be okay." Jiang Mixia looked at Song Jingyun again and again, but couldn't see anything wrong.
This is also what the young son-in-law does when he weaves baskets.
"But Jing Yun has been weaving here for an hour and a half..." Jiang Youcheng said, "After lunch at noon, when you walked towards the town, he came to the workshop and started weaving baskets. Until now, he has not drunk a sip of water, and has not even gone to the toilet. He has not stopped."
Three hours of weaving without a break? Jiang Mixia was shocked. She walked up to Song Jingyun and reached out to take the half-woven bamboo basket in his hand. "Stop weaving. Take a break."
Song Jingyun's hands froze in the air for a moment, but when he looked up and saw that it was Jiang Mixia, he immediately perked up, "My wife is back."
Jiang Mixia didn't respond to him, but just took his hand and looked at it.
Because he had been weaving baskets here for a long time, even though Song Jingyun's palms and fingers were still red, even though he was wearing single-sided gloves designed by Jiang Mixia specifically for people working in bamboo weaving workshops to prevent wear and scratches on the palms while working.
I have discussed with Song Jingyun before that one should make money in moderation and not overwork himself, but now he is still working so hard and not paying attention to his health.
Is it worth it to just eat a little more? Besides, the family is not short of money now!
Jiang Mixia was furious and asked Song Jingyun, "What are you doing?"
"What are you doing?" Song Jingyun was a little confused by the question, and seeing the obvious anger on Jiang Mixia's face, he became more timid, "Nothing, just making boxes..."
Worried that he hadn't explained it clearly, he added, "There are still some waterproof boxes left from the batch that the tea garden wanted, so I'm making this up."
"I know." Jiang Mixia said, "I'm asking you, why did you weave for more than an hour without stopping? Your hands are so worn out and you don't even take a break?"
"Ah?" Song Jingyun looked up at the sky and was surprised to see that the sun had indeed set. "Is it so late already?"
"I really didn't pay attention... I was just thinking about compiling these things quickly and delivering them as soon as possible, so I kept compiling them, and then you came back..."
Jiang Mixia, "..."
Was it because you were too focused? "Then why didn't you respond when we called you?" Jiang Youcheng asked in confusion.
During this time, he saw Song Jingyun weaving boxes here. He called out to her twice, but Song Jingyun did not respond at all.
Jiang Youcheng originally wanted to take the things away from him and force him to take a break, but he remembered that Jiang Mixia had told him before that if Song Jingyun did anything out of line when she was not around, he must not stop him by force but wait for her to come back to deal with it.
So Jiang Youcheng didn't dare to take any action. He just sent Jiang Chunyu to wait at the village entrance. As soon as he saw Jiang Mixia, he quickly asked her to come to the workshop to see Song Jingyun.
"Did you call me?" Song Jingyun looked at Jiang Youcheng in confusion.
Jiang Youcheng, "..."
He shouted, twice.
But now that Song Jingyun is fine, it doesn’t matter whether he shouted or not.
Jiang Mixia felt something was not right.
Song Jingyun learns things quickly and is serious enough to be able to focus on his work without distractions.
But being busy like this for three hours straight, this concentration is a bit too much...
Jiang Mixia thought so and reached out to touch Song Jingyun's forehead.
Very hot.
"You have a fever." Jiang Mixia said, "No wonder you look depressed. Go home and take a rest."
It’s so hot, I need to do some physical cooling first.
"I'll go to Dayangshu Village to ask for a doctor." Jiang Chunyu volunteered.
Zhu Yongwu has been busy at the porcelain kiln for many days in a row and can't bear it any longer, so he takes a day off today. Jiang Chunyu has nothing else to do today.
"Go quickly and come back soon, and tell Doctor Yang that your sixth brother-in-law has a high fever." Jiang Youcheng reminded.
"Don't worry, I'll go right away." Jiang Chunyu said this and disappeared.
Jiang Mixia took Song Jingyun home.
The young son-in-law had a high fever, but his face was not red. However, his steps were a little unsteady when he walked, and he seemed a little weak.
Jiang Mixia helped him into the house, made the bed, and let him lie down.
She went to get a basin of warm water, soaked a towel in it, and placed it on his forehead. She then used the towel to dip into the water and wiped his neck and armpits to cool him down physically.
Song Jingyun cooperated obediently. He raised his arms when asked and stretched his neck when asked.
When Jiang Mixia was wiping his neck, she could feel the slight burning sensation in his breath.
It is particularly uncomfortable for adults to have a fever.
Today the young son-in-law kept weaving baskets. He must have been very uncomfortable, but it was the first time he experienced this situation. He didn't know what to do, so he had to use mechanical repetitive movements to relieve his physical discomfort.
Fever usually has signs beforehand, but she didn't notice any of them. This shows that as a wife, she didn't care enough about her husband. She even misunderstood at the beginning that he kept working because he was greedy.
Jiang Mixia felt quite guilty.
"How do you feel now? Where do you feel uncomfortable?"
"My head feels a little heavy." Song Jingyun pointed to his head, "It feels like it has grown bigger, I feel a little cold, and my throat hurts a little."
It seems like typical symptoms of a cold.
"Do you want to cough? Do you feel uncomfortable here?" Jiang Mixia pointed at his chest. "What about other places? Do you feel any difference from usual?"
"No, I don't feel uncomfortable." Song Jingyun answered truthfully, "I don't feel uncomfortable anywhere else either."
Jiang Mixia felt slightly relieved when she saw this.
Judging from Song Jingyun's condition, the fever should not be caused by other diseases, but just a common cold. However, we still have to wait for Doctor Yang to see the patient for the specific condition.
Ah, today is the last day of July. I hope that all the cuties in August will be successful and all their wishes will come true. I also hope that as an author, I can write with great enthusiasm and write diligently~ (End of this chapter)
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