Food bloggers made fortunes in ancient times

After sweeping the graves during the Qingming Festival, Erlin fell ill that night.

Song Yan was sleeping in the middle of the night when he felt as if there was a stove next to him, scorching hot, and then he woke up from the heat.

When he got up and took a look, he realized that the "stove" was Erlin.

It was dark at night and he couldn't see clearly. He groped for a while before he touched Erlin's face.

I touched my forehead and it was so hot that I could fry an egg on it.

Song Yan got up and lit the oil lamp. Seeing Erlin's little face flushed red, he was so anxious that he paced around the room.

But what should I do? I can’t find a doctor in the middle of the night. If the fever continues, I’m afraid I’ll become a fool. I must reduce the fever quickly.

He gritted his teeth, without hesitation, took out the spare medicine box from the space kitchen, found the antipyretic medicine, and poured a glass of water.

He patted Erlin's face: "Erlin, wake up."

"Erlin!"

After shouting a few times, Erlin finally opened his eyes in a daze. When he opened his mouth, his voice was so hoarse that he couldn't speak: "What's wrong with me..."

"You have a fever, get up and take medicine." Song Yan put the antipyretic medicine to his lips, "Be good, open your mouth."

Erlin was confused, but he still opened his mouth obediently.

Song Yan stuffed the pill directly into his mouth, then put the cup to his lips: "Come and drink some water, swallow it in one gulp."

Erlin was forced to drink a big gulp of water and swallowed the pill down his throat.

Seeing that he had taken the medicine, Song Yan said, "Lie down and rest. The fever will go away in a while."

Erlin was like a puppet, completely losing the ability to think. He just obeyed Song Yan's orders and lay down again.

This pitiful look makes people feel pity for him.

Song Yan touched his face, which was still burning hot. The medicine had not yet taken effect quickly.

He took out another handkerchief, dipped it in cold water, wrung it half dry, and applied it to Erlin's forehead for physical cooling.

After doing all this, he remembered that Erya was also caught in the rain today, and wondered if she was okay.

He tiptoed into the inner room, and in the dim light of the oil lamp, he saw the two little girls sleeping soundly with their heads close together.

He touched everyone's forehead and found that their body temperatures were normal, so he quietly left.

Song Yan stayed there until late at night and changed the water in the basin several times. Finally, the fever subsided.

He was worried, so he touched his armpits again. The fever was indeed gone, but his clothes were soaked with sweat.

Song Yan had no choice but to change his underwear before lying down.

Song Yan slept until dawn and felt movement beside him. He reached out his hand reflexively and touched Erlin's forehead accurately.

"Well, it's not burning anymore."

Erlin was about to speak when his throat felt dry and itchy. He covered his mouth and coughed a few times before he said weakly, "Brother, was I sick last night?"

Song Yan half opened her eyes: "Well, do you still feel uncomfortable?"

"Thank you for your concern, brother. It's all my fault that my body is not doing well. Cough, cough, cough." Before he could finish his words, he bent over and started coughing violently again.

Song Yan sat up and patted him on the back: "Isn't it normal to be sick and have a fever? Can you blame yourself for this?"

Seeing him blaming himself, Song Yan said, "Don't take all the blame on yourself. I'm your big brother here."

"Okay, whatever you want to eat in the morning, I'll make it for you."

Erlin said gloomily, "Just do whatever you want, big brother."

Song Yan thought that sick people would have a poor appetite, so she made some light egg and vegetable porridge.

"Second brother, are you feeling better now?" Erya walked to the bed with a bowl of porridge and looked at him with a worried look on her face.

When Erya woke up, she heard that Erlin was sick and was extremely worried.

They have been together since their mother's womb, and their relationship is much deeper than that of ordinary siblings.

Seeing Erlin sick was more painful than if she were sick herself.

Erlin smiled gently and comforted her, "It's okay, it's much better now."

After eating a bowl of porridge, Erlin regained some strength and got up and walked a few laps.

Fortunately, the fever didn't go away afterwards, but I did have a severe cough.

Song Yan wanted to go to Doctor Zhang to ask for some medicine.

Erlin coughed and said, "Ahem, I've read medical books and this cough is nothing serious and will be gone in a few days, ahem."

"You'll cough your lungs out if you keep coughing."

Song Yan said, patting the back of his head: "You've only read medical books for a few days, do you really think you're a doctor?"

"Hehe, don't waste that money." Erlin said.

Song Yan glared at him angrily: "What do you mean by money? It's not as important as your health. Why do you think so much, kid? Be careful not to grow tall."

Erya also said: "Second brother, just listen to your elder brother."

Erlin's eyes were sore: "I, I know, cough cough."

Song Yan gave him a look that said "don't worry", "I still have money, just stay at home."

He said to Erya, "Take good care of your brother. I'll go get Doctor Zhang to come over."

"I will keep a close eye on my second brother and not let him go out." Erya promised.

Erlin: That’s not necessary.

Half of Zhangjia Village is built on Linkeng Mountain, forming an inverted trapezoidal layout.

They all lived near the foot of the mountain, the Song family at the end of the village, while Doctor Zhang's family was at the head of the village.

Song Yan walked through most of the village before reaching Doctor Zhang's house.

An old house with blue bricks and black tiles.

I didn't expect that Dr. Zhang was actually quite rich and lived in a brick house.

Song Yan was so envious that he clenched his fists and cheered himself up.

If he works harder, he will be able to live in a brick house by the end of the year.

He walked up, knocked on the door, and called out, "Doctor Zhang, Doctor Zhang."

"Who is it?" Doctor Zhang's deep voice came from inside.

Song Yan: "It's me, Xiao Song."

As soon as they heard Song Yan's voice, they immediately replied, "Doctor Zhang is not here. Please come back another day."

Song Yan was embarrassed.

"Doctor Zhang, stop making trouble. Erlin is sick. I came to you to get some medicine."

As soon as he finished speaking, the door inside opened immediately, and Doctor Zhang walked out quickly, carrying a medicine box on his back: "Erlin is sick? Why didn't you come to see me earlier?"

Song Yan said: "I got caught in the rain yesterday and developed a high fever at night, but it went away in the second half of the night. I am fine now, but I have a slight cough."

"I'll go with you to take a look," said Doctor Zhang.

The old man was very agile and walked to the front in a blink of an eye. Song Yan had to walk very fast to catch up with him.

He was like two completely different people compared to the time when Erlin supported him and looked after his injuries.

You little old man, you actually have two faces.

When I got home, I saw Erya with her hands on her hips, mumbling, "You're sick and you don't even have a good rest. Why are you still looking for medical advice? Can medical advice cure your illness?"

"Erya." Song Yan asked in confusion, "What's wrong?"

Erya complained angrily, "As soon as you left the house, my second brother picked up the medical book to read."

Erlin said helplessly: "I have nothing to do, so I just take a look."

Song Yan coldly snatched the medical book from his hand: "I'll confiscate it. Wait until you recover before reading it."

"Doctor Zhang, please take a look at him." He made way.

Doctor Zhang sat down beside the bed, looked at Erlin's face, and said, "Put out your hand."

Erlin stretched out his hand for him to feel his pulse.

"When evil cold enters your body, you'll be fine once you sweat and reduce the fever. I'll get you some medicine to take for the next two days." Doctor Zhang calmly withdrew his hand.

He reminded her, "Have a good rest and don't think too much. You don't need to read medical books. With your current level, it's useless."

Then he turned to Song Yan and said, "Come with me to get the medicine."

Huh? One more trip to go.

Song Yan hung her head and followed Doctor Zhang out of the door listlessly.

After walking a few steps, Doctor Zhang in front suddenly stopped.

"I'll tell you more about Erlin's illness."