Rebirth: Fu Jia Returns

Chapter 105 Visit
Fu Jia stepped forward and grabbed He Ma's hand.

People who make jewelry all the year round have thicker finger joints, but the fingers are soft and not rough.

Fu Jia remembered that the man was carrying the basket, as if he saw calluses on the man's tiger's mouth, but now Mama He didn't have any.

Fu Jia stood up and said, "Mother He, has anyone visited your house today?"

Mother He didn't know why Fu Jia asked this, and replied: "Someone came, that is, Aunt Wu next door. She knew that Rong Ya was ill, so she gave her some snacks, saying it was a reward from the master."

Mama He said that Mrs. Wu was working in Bofang's house in Qingnan. She was warm and forthright, soft-hearted and good-natured, and she enjoyed a lot at the master's house, so she always got some rewards.

Because of the poor mother He's family, she would often send food and drink to Xiao Rongya.

Aunt Wu?
Fu Su frowned, why did Aunt Wu get involved again.

After hearing this, Fu Jia was calm. She walked up to Xiao Rongya and touched her forehead.

The tentacles were hot for a while, so he ordered: "Qingsuo, go and invite the doctor over, Rong Ya is still running a fever."

Qingsuo let out an "hey" and hurriedly turned around.

He Ma opened her hand and said quickly: "This, this can't be..."

Because Fu Jia was a little far away, and she could only see her back vaguely, He Ma wanted to stand up hurriedly and tried to walk to Fu Jia's side, but Fu Su supported her.

"Mother He, don't worry about it, Rong Ya always needs to be treated."

Mother He couldn't help her nose sore, and tears leaked from the corners of her eyes: "They are all good people, they are all good people..."

In fact, Rong Ya has been sick for a few days, she can only let Rong Ya drink more water, sweat more under the blanket, and ask the neighbors to pick some dandelions to make water to drink.

But Rongya's spirits are getting worse day by day, and she has been coughing for the past two days.

Mama He begged the manager of Linglong Pavilion to advance her wages for this month, and brought medicine for Rong Ya, and she was only allowed to drink it in the morning.

Qingsuo's legs and feet were quick, and he invited the nearby doctor over in a short while.

The doctor took Rongya's pulse, asked a few more questions, and said, "It's typhoid fever."

typhoid?

Fu Jia's heart shuddered.

He Ma's legs were already weak and she fell to the ground.

If you get typhoid, it can be fatal.

Rong Ya's parents also suffered from typhoid fever, and they went there without timely treatment.

Now, Rong Ya is also like this, this, this will make her live.

The doctor nodded, with a solemn expression, and said: "The old man's diagnosis should not be wrong, and the girl can ask other people to take a look."

Fu Jia hurriedly said, "Doctor, is there any treatment?"

The doctor said: "Fortunately, it is not particularly serious now, but it needs to cooperate with acupuncture and moxibustion. As long as it is adjusted slowly, it should be ok."

Hearing this, Fu Jia breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Then ask the doctor to treat you as soon as possible."

"Qingsuo." Fu Jia called again.

Qingsuo hurried forward, handed a purse to the doctor, and said, "This is the consultation fee."

The doctor looked at the people in the room, accepted the purse, and said hastily: "The old man is going to get the medicine, ladies, please rest assured."

The pharmacy where the doctor consults is not far away, and he deals with these poor people a lot on weekdays, and donates some medicinal materials from time to time, so I know that these people have no money to see a doctor.

If there are a few nobles to help, the little girl will be saved.

Of course, if these people don't help, he will definitely save the child.

The doctor left in a hurry.

With a "plop", He Ma knelt on the ground and kowtowed to Fu Jia and the others.

"Thanks to the living Bodhisattva, thank you to the living Bodhisattva, the old lady doesn't know how to repay the kindness of the nobles..."

Fu Jia hurriedly picked up Mama He, and said, "Mama He, the child is still young and you need to take care of her, so don't be too polite. Since we met today, we can't ignore it."

"Yes, Mama He, you can rest assured to treat the child, we will take care of everything." Cheng Miaoyu's eyes were red, and she also nodded.

She had never been to such a slum, and she didn't know that their life was so difficult.

Cheng Yurou also nodded heavily.

Fu Su quietly looked at the three of Fu Jia, his mood fluctuated for a while.

She has been in Linglong Pavilion for many years, and she has seen many noble girls, such as Fu Jia and others, but not many.

Those people, reciting poems all day long, claiming to be elegant and unique, but they have never been to such a dirty place, and no one would care about the life and death of a lowly slave.

When the doctor came, after acupuncture and moxibustion on Xiao Rongya, he took some medicine and comforted her, and then they walked out of Mama He's yard.

Next door, a door was ajar, and Qingsuo saw a woman wearing a purple bijia pass by with sharp eyes, and retracted her head.

"Girl!" Qingsuo called out in a low voice.

Fu Jia naturally saw it too.

When they got to the next door, Fu Jia turned around and shouted, "Is Aunt Wu there?"

Inside the door, a woman's voice sounded: "Who is it?"

As he said that, the door opened, and a woman wearing a crimson bijar and smooth hair came out. Her round face smiled like a blooming chrysanthemum, which made people feel very kind.

"Aunt Wu?" Fu Jia asked with a smile.

Aunt Wu also smiled and said: "Yes, that's the little lady. Dare I ask the nobles what you want?"

Aunt Wu is also very good at speaking, which makes people feel comfortable after hearing it.

Fu Jia and Fu Su looked at each other, Fu Su took a step forward, and said with a smile, "It's okay, just now at Mama He's place, Rong Ya was ill, but you also know that Mama He's eyes are not good, please help take care of her, Mama He has been praising you for taking care of them all the time just now, so come here and ask Aunt Wu."

Saying that, Fusu took out a plain purse and stuffed it to Aunt Wu.

Aunt Wu hastily declined, saying: "It's impossible, the little lady also feels that Mama He's family is pitiful, and she can take care of her if she can take care of her on weekdays. How can she collect money from the nobleman? Don't worry, the little lady will take good care of her. Damn."

But Fusu grabbed Aunt Wu's hand, and said sincerely: "Don't refuse, Aunt Wu, if you don't accept it, we won't be happy, it's for you to take care of Rong Ya, and it's not convenient for us to come here often of."

Aunt Wu, I reluctantly accepted it.

Several people returned along the street.

Aunt Wu watched everyone leave, stuffed her purse into her arms, and went to Mama He's yard next door.

"Mother He, you are lucky. Where is this noble person with such a kind heart?"

Sitting next to Rong Ya, He Ma touched her forehead, which was a little cold because of sweating.

"Aunt Wu, I really met a good person. It's because Rongya's parents bless her. I can't bear to see her at such a young age... and I can't bear to be alone..."

He Ma wiped away her tears and said choked up.

Aunt Wu sighed, and said: "Don't think so, you are still young, less than 40 years old, although the children left early, don't you still have Rongya, you have to drag Rongya up? Like this When Rong Ya grows up, she will be able to honor you well."

Aunt Wu persuaded patiently, and Mother He gradually stopped crying.

(End of this chapter)