Daqin: White porridge and pickled mustard tuber, I became the national teacher

"Cough cough cough......"

The next day, before dawn, Qi Pan started coughing and his voice became hoarse.

He opened his eyes dazedly, "Baojuan... cough Baojuan... my throat... cough cough..."

"Whoosh..."

The windows whistled in the wind.

But Qi Pan didn't dare to get up and close the window because the novel he read last night was too exciting.

As she fell asleep, she had nightmares all night long.

At this moment, looking at the dark room, I could hear the whistling wind mixed with the sound of rain.

She just felt shivering.

Even though her throat was dry and sore, and the cup was on the table a few steps away, she didn't dare get up to get it and drink.

I was afraid that I would be caught by evil spirits once I got out of the quilt.

He wrapped himself tightly in his little quilt, hoping to cover his entire head with it.

Only the nose is exposed for breathing.

It's getting brighter.

The rain has become lighter.

There will still be some cool breeze, carrying rain, drifting into the room.

Qi Pan was lying on the bed with a flushed face.

The people downstairs woke up early in the morning.

I got up, boiled some water, prepared breakfast, and waited for Qi Pan to come down.

But after waiting for a long time, it was almost past noon and Qi Pan still hadn't come down.

There was no movement upstairs.

Eleven looked at the stairs and muttered in confusion.

"Strange, why hasn't the gentleman come down yet today?"

"Didn't we agree to go to Xianyang to play early this morning?"

"Although it is raining, it is not heavy, and we can still go there in the carriage."

“And you don’t have to worry about getting caught in the rain.”

"Could it be....I overslept?"

Twelve said, "How about... go up and take a look? Give me a shout?"

"Isn't this... bad?"

Eleven said, "Without the master's order, we rashly went up..."

"Then wait a moment, I'll go heat up the food."

"Okay, I'll watch here. As soon as I see the gentleman coming down, I'll tell you."

Twelve nodded and walked towards the kitchen.

"Tap tap tap."

A low-key and luxurious carriage came from the mountain road intersection all the way towards the inn.

Around the carriage, there were a dozen men dressed as guards riding war horses.

The group soon arrived at the inn.

"Shut up!"

The carriage stopped in the open space in front of the inn.

The Black Ice Guard who was driving the horses took out a footstool and placed it next to the carriage.

Ying Zheng pulled aside the curtain, got off the carriage in the drizzle, and walked into the inn.

Seeing Eleven staring at the stairs, he asked.

"What about sir?"

Eleven was stunned and quickly replied, "Boss, sir... he hasn't woken up yet."

Ok?

Not up yet?

"When did you go to bed last night, sir?"

this.......

Eleven hesitated.

He didn't follow Qi Pan and just stared at her sleeping.

How do you know when she falls asleep?

but......

Eleven said, "The gentleman went into his room very early yesterday and has not come out since."

"I really don't know what time you went to bed."

After thinking for a moment, Ying Zheng said, "You wait here, I'll go up and take a look."

After saying that, he walked towards the stairs.

I went up to the second floor and walked to the door of Qi Pan’s room.

Ying Zheng raised his hand and knocked on the door, "Sir? Are you awake?"

There was no sound in the room.

The shallow breathing sound seemed insignificant under the wind and rain outside the window.

After counting to three silently in his mind, Ying Zheng spoke again.

"Sir, what happened? If you don't respond, I'll come in."

There was still no movement in the house.

Ying Zheng, worried that something might happen to Qi Pan, opened the door and walked in quickly.

When he saw Qi Pan lying obediently on the bed, Ying Zheng felt a little relieved.

But when he noticed that the boy's cheeks were redder than normal, he took two steps forward.

"Sir? Sir, wake up."

He reached out and pushed Qi Pan's shoulder through the quilt.

"Hmm... cough! cough cough!"

Qi Pan opened his eyes hazily, "Pot? Ahem..."

Ying Zheng reached out and touched Qi Pan's forehead. Why was it so hot?

Sir, are you sick?

Qi Pan also felt something was wrong with her body. She coughed and wrapped herself tightly.

"Ahem...Brother, I seem to...have a fever..."

fever?

Does it mean fever?

Ying Zheng said, "Don't worry, sir. I will find a doctor for you right away."

"No! Cough! No need for that, cough cough..."

Please reject it quickly!

"No need to find a doctor. I...cough cough medicine. Just take one pill and take a nap and the cough will be gone."

"My medicine is in the suitcase, brother... cough... help me open the suitcase and get the medicine."

"it is good."

Ying Zheng asked, "Is this suitcase locked? How do I open it?"

"No...it's not locked, just open it."

Ying Zheng squatted down and opened the suitcase.

There were a lot of things inside, and many of them were things he didn't recognize.

He didn't rummage through the things inside, but turned to ask Qi Pan.

"Which medicine is it?"

"The upper right corner, with the red cross, ahem...that's the iron box."

Qi Pan said, "Give it to me."

"it is good."

Ying Zheng saw the iron box that Qi Pan mentioned at a glance and took the box out directly.

He walked back to the bed and handed the box to Qi Pan.

Qi Pan stretched out a hand from under the quilt and opened the medicine box.

I took out a packet of ibuprofen.

"Brother, please cough...help me get a glass of water cough cough..."

Qi Pan couldn't stop coughing as he spoke.

My throat is dry and sore.

Ying Zheng quickly poured a cup of water from the teapot on the table and brought it to Qi Pan.

"Come, sir, have a drink first. I'll ask Twelve to bring up a kettle of hot water."

"Gudong."

Qipan drank the water in the cup in one gulp.

"Twelve! Bring up a kettle of hot water! Make sure it's warm!"

After a while, Twelve came up with a pot of hot water.

"Boss, it's warm."

Ying Zheng took the teapot and added water to Qi Pan's cup.

"Sir, drink slowly."

"good....."

After drinking the water, my throat didn't hurt as much. I opened the ibuprofen and put the granules inside into my mouth.

Take another sip of warm water and swallow.

Take two more sips.

After taking the medicine, Qi Pan lay down again.

Ying Zheng asked with concern, "Sir, is this packet of medicine enough?"

"Do you want to find another doctor?"

Qi Pan shook his head, "No, no need to see a doctor."

"This medicine is effective. Ahem. I'll take it and take a nap to sweat a little, and it will be fine."

This was always the case when she had a fever before.

Take a packet of ibuprofen and wrap yourself in a blanket and sweat it out.

Even when she had a sheep last year, she survived by relying on ibuprofen.

Three packs a day.

After a week, the fever went away.

Since then, she has been particularly aware of fever.

No need to go to the clinic or get any medicine, just a packet of ibuprofen or acetaminophen powder will do the trick.

(This method is only for the author himself. If readers have a fever or are sick, they still need to go to the hospital. Just take a look and you will feel at ease.)