The beginning of the counterattack! The time-traveling boss is famous in Beijing

Old Mrs. Qin is ill and in a very serious condition.

Doctor Zhou, who had just been sent away by Qin Zimu, was invited into the Qin family again.

Doctor Zhou closed his eyes and placed three fingers on the pulse on Old Lady Qin's wrist, without saying a word for a long time.

Qin Ziyan stood aside with his heart beating like a drum. He was wearing a green shirt with a glaring bloodstain on the front of his chest.

At this time, his forehead and palms were covered with sweat.

If you look closely, you can see that his legs are trembling slightly.

In Qin Ziyan's eyes, Old Lady Qin has always been as strong as an ox and rarely gets sick.

He would never have thought that just a casual word from him would cause Old Lady Qin to vomit blood and faint.

Looking at Doctor Zhou's furrowed brow, Qin Ziyan's heart sank.

"Doctor Zhou, how is my grandma? When will she wake up?"

"The liver controls anger, and anger hurts the liver. Your grandma is depressed, and the qi is rushing upward, causing liver discomfort. If this continues, her life might be in danger..." Doctor Zhou opened his eyes, sighed and shook his head.

There is a risk of life...

Qin Ziyan's face was pale and he could barely stand.

If Doctor Zhou hadn’t been quick to help him, he would have almost fallen to the ground.

Qin Ziyan looked at Old Lady Qin lying on the bed with a pale face. He suddenly pushed Doctor Zhou away and stumbled out of the room.

"Dr. Qin, Dr. Qin... I haven't written the prescription yet." Doctor Zhou muttered and watched Qin Ziyan disappear in the room.

In desperation, he had to turn around and call in Qin Zimu who had been waiting at the door.

"Erlang, I will prescribe two doses of medicine for your grandma first. Come with me to get the medicine. Bring it back and boil three bowls of water into one bowl..."

After Doctor Zhou gave Qin Zimu detailed instructions, he picked up the medicine box, shook his head and walked out of the Qin family.

He thought to himself, "Although the eldest son of the Qin family is a knowledgeable scholar, he is not as capable as the second son."

He came to the Qin family twice today, and both times it was Qin Zimu who invited him.

On the way here, I learned that Old Lady Qin was coughing up blood and was unconscious. After arriving, I saw bloodstains on Qin Ziyan's clothes, and I could guess that the two of them had had a quarrel.

Old Lady Qin was well-known in the village for her doting on Qin Ziyan.

This time he was so angry that he coughed up blood, so I don’t think it’s a small matter.

But no matter what, it was the Qin family's business, and as an outsider he would naturally not interfere.

When Qin Zimu took the medicine prepared by Doctor Zhou and went out, he happened to meet a few villagers who lived near the doctor's house.

The villagers stared at the medicine bag in Qin Zimu's hand and walked up to him and greeted him with a smile.

Qin Zimu just nodded and hurried home.

Before he returned to the Qin family, he saw thick smoke billowing from the direction of the kitchen in his own yard from afar.

Qin Zimu's first reaction was that there was a fire in his kitchen, so he grabbed the two packets of medicine and ran home.

When he ran to the kitchen door, he realized it was a misunderstanding.

Through the billowing smoke, Qin Zimu saw his elder brother, who usually never did any housework, squatting in front of the stove, clumsily stuffing firewood into it and coughing from time to time with his hand covering his mouth.

The billowing smoke made Qin Zimu cry and his throat hurt.

"Cough cough..."

Qin Zimu coughed twice, covered his mouth and nose with his sleeves, strode over, and pushed Qin Ziyan to a point without saying a word.

He first took out some of the firewood that filled the stove, then took out a handful of dry branches and leaves and stuffed them in, and then used a flint to light the dry leaves.

In just the blink of an eye, the fire in the stove was burning brightly.

Qin Ziyan's eyes filled with tears as he looked at his brother, who was a few years younger than him but a head shorter than him, and was skillfully making a fire.

I don’t know if it was because of the smoke or because he was worried about Old Mrs. Qin’s illness.

"You... get out, you're in the way!" Qin Zimu said with a stern face as he drove Qin Ziyan out of the kitchen.

Zou Zimu just couldn't stand this man who had driven his sister away and angered his grandmother.

He glanced at his elder brother who was standing at the door, at a loss, and suddenly he was not afraid anymore.

It seems that I am not so useless. At least I know how to make fire and boil medicine.

Apart from being able to read, my eldest brother can't even light a fire. He is of no use.

Qin Ziyan stared blankly at his brother who was busy in the kitchen.

The scene of Old Lady Qin spitting out a mouthful of blood and then collapsing suddenly flashed through his mind again, and his expression became even more desolate.

When Old Lady Qin fell down, he was really panicked.

At that time, he just stood there by the bed, without even moving.

It was not until Qin Zimu heard the noise and rushed over, settled Old Lady Qin down and went to ask for a doctor that he came to his senses.

Qin Ziyan couldn't imagine what life would be like without Old Lady Qin in the family.

He felt extremely regretful in his heart that he shouldn't have made Old Lady Qin angry again and again.

Seeing Qin Zimu following the doctor to get the medicine, he thought of lighting the fire first and then boiling the medicine himself.

Qin Ziyan tried to use this method to alleviate his inner guilt and anxiety.

However, he squatted in front of the stove until his feet became numb, but the fire seemed to be against him and did not light up for a long time.

"I'll boil some medicine for grandma..." Qin Ziyan walked into the kitchen again and spoke humbly, his tone more humble than ever before.

"Gentle fire, strong fire, you, you understand?" Qin Zimu was adding water into the medicine pot without even raising his head.

Old Mrs. Qin suddenly fell ill, and he was panicked and scared.

But he knew in his heart that he could not rely on his elder brother and could only rely on himself.

If only my sister were still here...

Qin Zimu turned his back and quietly wiped away his tears.

Don’t cry, don’t cry! I’m eleven years old and I’m all grown up.

My sister once said that tears are the most useless things and cannot solve any problems in reality.

Qin Zimu sniffed and forced himself to hold back his tears.

Qin Ziyan did not argue with Qin Zimu. He obediently left the kitchen.

He turned to the yard, picked up a broom and began to sweep the floor inside and outside the house, just like Old Lady Qin did normally.

Old Mrs. Qin is a clean person.

Every morning, either Old Lady Qin or the original owner would clean the house inside and out.

When she woke up this morning, a lot of messy things happened and Grandma Qin didn't have time to do these things.

There was a large basin of clothes soaking in the wooden barrel in the well next to the house.

In the past, Qin Ziyan didn’t think this job was difficult and anyone with hands could do it.

But after sweeping for a while, he felt sore in his back and waist, and his hands were so sore that he could hardly hold the broom.

After finally cleaning the house, Qin Ziyan just rested for a while and then rushed to the windlass well to fetch some water for washing clothes.

After the bucket was put down, it was filled with water quite smoothly.

When he turned the windlass with all his strength to raise the bucket and reached out to pick up the bucket, the windlass suddenly turned backwards, and the bucket fell back into the well and was almost hit by the windlass handle.

There was never a moment when he felt that he was so useless.

Qin Ziyan just sat there by the well, tears streaming down his face.