Chapter 131 The brat can speak human language
Will the little fat boy become stupid?
It's impossible. How could someone who was still full of energy the day before become so burned that he became dementia?
He felt extremely regretful. If he had been able to stop Seventh Brother from taking action that day, the little fat guy wouldn't have been so scared. It was all his fault, all his fault.
It was dawn, and after a few hours Ye Qianning's high fever had almost subsided, but he was still not fully awake.
Master Zhan prescribed a prescription. After the fever subsided, the next step was to take anti-inflammatory medicine to prevent the high fever from coming back. The herbal medicine should not be discontinued.
Dean Chen hadn't slept for almost two nights and a day. His eye circles were sunken because he was over eighty years old. He was not relieved until Ye Qianning's temperature returned to normal.
"Dean, you should go and have a rest. When Fatty wakes up, I will send someone to notify you." Xiang Minghou said.
"General Xiang, you should also go and have a rest." Dean Chen could see that the psychological pressure Xiang Minghou was under was even more uncomfortable than the mental pressure.
"I'm fine."
"Okay, you all go and rest, I'll watch over him." Zhan Chi couldn't help but stand up.
Xiang Minghou didn't even raise his head.
"Marquis Xiang Ming, what's your attitude? She's already so ill. Let's put aside the grudge between us for now. We can have a good talk after she gets better." Surprisingly, Zhan Chi spoke some human words to Marquis Xiang Ming.
Master Zhan couldn't help but sigh, "Has this rascal grown up? Has he stopped being naughty?"
You talk in different ways!
Dean Chen took a look and slowly walked out the door.
"Marquis Xiang Ming, I really want her to get better, otherwise I wouldn't have invited my father here. With my father here, you can sleep peacefully. Don't wait until she gets better before you fall down and make her worry." Zhan Chi said.
Shout?
Master Zhan was surprised again when he heard this. He thought that the brat had used up all the good words he had said to him since he was a child.
Xiang Minghou stared at Ye Qianning in silence for a while, then stood up: "As long as she wakes up, wake me up immediately."
"Don't worry." Zhan Chi patted his chest reassuringly.
After Xiang Minghou left, Master Zhan stood up from his chair and walked to the bed, looking at Ye Qianning seriously: "If you were any thinner, you would be a smaller version of your elder sister."
"My eldest sister has been weak since she was a child. Children are healthier if they are a little fatter." Zhan Chi said.
"Is this what you call health?" Master Zhan pointed at the baby.
“…This is a disease caused by fear.”
"Slippery tongue." Master Zhan stood up, patted Zhan Chi on the shoulder and led him out again: "I don't want to ask about the little baby's bed. Now that there is no one around, please be brief. What's going on with this baby?"
Zhan Chi stood on the left side of the door, glanced inside, hesitated for a moment, and then briefly told the matter in a low voice.
Master Zhan was stunned when he heard this. The child looked so much like his eldest brother, so she must be his granddaughter.
Zhan Yi had been looking forward to having grandchildren after having a son in his old age, but who knew that his son didn't like women, which made the whole family worried and unable to sleep well.
I thought I would never be able to hold my granddaughter in this life, but suddenly I heard that I had a granddaughter. How could I not be happy?
Sang Zhi walked in from the yard holding some books, and went straight into the house. Seeing that no one was looking after the room, he took a step back, glanced at the two people whispering not far away, and frowned.
He walked into the room, put the books on the table, and walked towards the bed. The little kid looked much more haggard after not seeing him for two days.
Her face was still red and bleeding, and her lips were burned and rotten. He raised his hand to take off the handkerchief on her head, touched it and felt relieved. Sang Zhi stood up, rinsed the handkerchief with cold water, wrung it dry and applied it to her forehead again.
When Ye Qianning saw the old man coming, he couldn't help but feel happy. He opened his dry mouth and murmured, "Water..."
(End of this chapter)
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