Chapter 597: Unworthy

Zhulan drank several glasses of water to relieve the bitter taste in her mouth, and finally took some candy to stop the taste of Chinese medicine from churning in her stomach. After a while, Zhulan was sweating all over and lay on the pillow weakly, "I didn't have much appetite for dinner in the first place, and now I have even less appetite."

Zhou Shuren smiled, "If you don't want to take medicine, then get well soon."

Zhulan pulled the quilt under her, but she still felt a little cold. She looked sideways at Zhou Shuren and said apologetically, "I'm sorry to have worried you."

Zhou Shuren held Zhulan's hand and said, "Now that you know, take care of yourself."

Zhulan's expression was tangled. "This is a little difficult. It's been a few years, and I was only a little more seriously ill this time. It's impossible for people not to get sick. I caught a cold before, too. It's a common occurrence."

Zhou Shuren sighed, "But I just don't want you to get sick. God knows I'm scared when you lie unconscious."

Zhu Lan held Zhou Shuren's hand and said, "I won't do that again in the future. I will take good care of myself."

The person she cared about the most was Zhou Shuren, and she didn't want him to be scared.

Zhou Shuren felt relieved after hearing this. "Why did he suddenly fall ill?"

Zhulan looked dejected, "Mom is seriously ill. She won't make it this time."

Zhou Shuren held Zhulan's hand even tighter. Zhulan lacked the love of her parents. In ancient times, the two elders of the Yang family gave Zhulan the love she lacked. The two elders held a very important position in Zhulan's heart. "I know you want to go to Pingzhou, but I don't agree. You can say I'm selfish, but your body can't stand the hardships of a long journey."

It would take more than two months to go back and forth slowly. She wouldn't be able to rest well after the long journey, and she wouldn't be able to rest even after returning to Pingzhou. This would be a waste of Zhulan's hard work, which he would not allow, even if she thought he was cold-blooded.

Zhulan pointed at herself and said, "I am in this state. I can't go back even if I want to."

And she didn't want to go back. She knew her physical condition and she couldn't stand the hardship. If she was in good health, she would go back safely. She wouldn't have fallen ill in such a hurry. The more guilty she felt, the more uncomfortable she felt.

Zhou Shuren knows Zhulan very well. With his deep affection, he knows what Zhulan is thinking. "Don't think too much. Your parents don't want you to fall ill."

Zhulan felt sad. Her mother was sick, and her father must be feeling bad. Her father worked hard in the first half of his life and spent the second half in war. Now that he was old, he was enjoying life, but he had regrets. Wu Dong would always be a pain in his heart.

Zhulan coughed and said to Zhou Shuren, "Changli and Changzhi should go to Pingzhou together. Changli will represent you and Changzhi will represent me."

Then he said to Mrs. Song outside the door, "Go to the storehouse and pack up the ginseng and other high-quality medicinal materials."

Zhulan saw that it was getting late. It would take some time to prepare everything. The city gates were closed and no one could leave. She could only wait until tomorrow to let her two sons set off.

Zhou Shuren pushed Zhulan down and said, "I'll take care of the rest. You just took the medicine, so take a good rest."

Zhu Lan paused, "Well, you just came back from the government office, but it's not time to leave the government office yet, aren't you going back?"

Zhou Shuren stood up and prepared to change his clothes. "No, I won't feel at ease if I go back. I'll stay at home with you."

After saying that, Zhou Shuren took his clothes and changed into his official uniform. He put away the uniform he had taken off. Zhou Shuren looked back and found Zhulan had fallen asleep. The medicine contained a sedative and it worked very quickly.

Zhou Shuren wiped the sweat from Zhulan's forehead before walking out.

Mrs. Song had already packed ginseng and other medicinal herbs. Zhou Shuren took a look and realized that these were all collected by Zhulan over the years. His smile deepened. Zhulan's love of collecting things had not changed over the years.

Mrs. Song said, "There are some spares left in the mansion, and most of them have been put into the box."

Zhou Shuren, "Go and pack your luggage for the trip."

Mrs. Song: "Yes."

Zhou Shuren asked Jianyan to call the eldest son and Changzhi, and he went to the study alone. Before he finished writing the letter, his two sons arrived. Zhou Shuren glanced at them indifferently and continued writing. He wrote three letters in total, to his father-in-law, to Wuchun, and to his eldest brother-in-law.

Zhou Shuren put down the letter and said, "Your mother asked you two to go to Pingzhou. I don't have much to say. Be careful on the way. I will personally find someone to accompany you this time."

Boss Zhou breathed a sigh of relief. He was afraid that his mother would follow him back to Pingzhou. If something happened to his mother, he had no doubt that his father would kill him. "Yes."

Zhou Shuren continued, "When you two get to Pingzhou, try not to go out and take good care of yourselves."

Changzhi's brain was more active than before, "Dad, we've got it in mind."

Zhou Shuren looked at Changzhi. This was also a training exercise. No matter how good the military talk was on paper, it was not as direct as the actual talk. Zhulan chose Changzhi instead of the second one, probably because of this. "Yeah."

The next morning, Zhou Lao Da and Chang Zhi left in a carriage. Zhou Shu Ren took a leave to accompany Zhu Lan because Zhu Lan's health was still not well and she was having recurrent illnesses.

In the morning, Zhulan's mouth was bitter after drinking porridge. She had a fever at night and drank a stomachful of Chinese medicine in the middle of the night. Even after eating candy, she still felt sick in her mouth.

Zhou Shuren, "Another candy?"

Zhulan shook her head, "No matter how much I eat, the bitter taste in my stomach won't go away. Is my son okay?"

The little guy slept alone last night.

Zhou Shuren smiled, "Knowing that you were not feeling well, he has become more sensible. He came to see you when you were still asleep in the morning, and he also said that he would listen to you in the future."

He would never say that he fooled his son and that his son decided to sleep alone from now on.

Zhulan said apologetically, "I scared him."

"So, you have to take care of yourself. We are all waiting!"

Zhulan smiled and said, "I have some strength now. I will be well soon."

Unfortunately, Zhulan's words did not come true. After seven days, Zhulan could only walk around with difficulty. Although the symptoms did not recur, she was still very weak. She had to take medicine three times a day. Fortunately, this time it was to replenish her body.

At the yamen, Lord Wang saw that Lord Zhou's complexion had finally improved. Lord Zhou's complexion had not been good in recent days, and he had been avoiding Lord Zhou. If he hadn't heard from his wife that Yang was much better, he would have really thought that Yang was not well.

Lord Wang placed the surveyed statistics on the table, "Sir, this is the wasteland statistics you requested."

Zhou Shuren, "Thank you for your hard work these days."

Most of his thoughts were on Zhulan, and he left many of the yamen's affairs to Lord Wang.

Wang Ju thought, Yang should hurry up, he really can't stand it anymore, too much work every day, but he said, "It's my duty."

Zhou Shuren smiled and said, "Master Wang is a great helper and has outstanding abilities."

Wang Ju also felt the same way, "I feel ashamed to accept this."

Zhou Shuren narrowed his eyes and said, "Since that's the case, Lord Wang, you should do more work. I'll leave the rest of the accounting to you."

Wang Ju, "......."

He wanted to slap himself in the face. No, there was really no need. He had enough to do.

Zhou Shuren is in a good mood. He also needs a rest. It would be good to relax a little.

(End of this chapter)