Dressed as a farmer's widow, she brought her daughter to stock up on food and reached the top

They quickened their pace and walked forward, only to see Zhou Xiaoxiong, who had collapsed on the ground from heatstroke. His face was pale, his lips were chapped, and his small body was lying on the scorching ground.

Xiuying quickly squatted down, frowning, and shouted anxiously: "Little Bear, Little Bear, wake up!"

Yang's father and mother were also frightened by this scene. Mother Yang covered her mouth with her hands, her eyes full of worry. Father Yang looked around and said anxiously: "I'm afraid this child has heatstroke. We need to find some water!"

When Xiuying went to get water from the ox cart while no one was paying attention, she quickly glanced around and saw that everyone's attention was focused on the unconscious Zhou Xiaoxiong. She had an idea and opened the system mall.

In the mysterious system mall, Xiuying searched eagerly and soon found a box of Huoxiang Zhengqi Capsules and clicked to buy it.

Her hands trembled slightly, and she nervously and quickly removed the box, holding the capsule tightly in her hand.

Xiuying took a deep breath, tried to calm herself down, then walked back to the crowd with the capsule as if nothing had happened, praying in her heart that the medicine would wake Zhou Xiaoxiong up as soon as possible.

Xiuying fed Zhou Xiaoxiong a Huoxiang Zhengqi capsule. Her movements were gentle and quick, her eyes full of concern and anxiety, and she whispered: Xiaoxiong, wake up and get better soon.

When Father Yang saw the medicine Xiuying fed him, he asked with a puzzled look on his face: "Xiuying, what kind of medicine is this? Will it work?" Father Yang frowned, his eyes full of worry.

Xiuying quickly explained, "Dad, this is some summer heat relief medicine I bought in the city, just in case. I didn't expect it would come in handy."

As she spoke, she stared at Zhou Xiaoxiong, observing his reaction.

After hearing this, Father Yang breathed a sigh of relief and said, "That's good, that's good. I hope the child can wake up soon."

Father Yang raised his hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead, his eyes still full of anxiety. Then he bent down and carefully lifted the unconscious Zhou Xiaoxiong onto the ox cart.

Fine beads of sweat oozed from his forehead and his arms trembled slightly, but he didn't dare to be careless for fear of hurting the child.

"Be gentle, be gentle."

Mother Yang was nervously admonishing him, her hands tightly clutching the corners of her clothes. Her eyes never left Zhou Xiaoxiong, her face full of worry.

Xiuying gently stroked Zhou Xiaoxiong's forehead. "You have a fever!" Then they got on the oxcart in front. The oxcart that Yang's father and mother were sitting on was looser.

Zhou Xiaoxiong lay on the ox cart with Yang's parents, his eyes weakly closed. Suddenly, he opened his eyes slightly, his eyes still a little confused.

Yang's father was delighted and quickly told him, "Don't be afraid, son. We are good people and we are going to Futian Village. My daughter is Xiuying and she is on the ox cart in front."

Father Yang's voice was gentle and kind, with a comforting smile on his face, trying to reassure Zhou Xiaoxiong.

Zhou Xiaoxiong blinked his eyes, as if he wanted to see the person in front of him clearly, and a weak sound came out of his throat: "Hmm..." His little face still had little color, but his expression was slightly relaxed.

Father Yang patted his shoulder gently and said, "Son, take a rest for a while, we'll be there soon."

Zhou Xiaoxiong lay on the oxcart, his consciousness gradually becoming clearer, and he thought to himself: I recognize this old man in front of me, he is Aunt Xiuying's father. Thinking of this, his fear subsided a little, but his body was still very weak, so he could only lie there.

He muttered to himself: I don't know what happened to me, I suddenly fainted. I hope I can get better soon after taking the medicine given by Aunt Xiuying, and not cause trouble for everyone.

Zhou Xiaoxiong frowned slightly, trying hard to make himself more awake.

As the oxcart bumped along the road, Zhou Xiaoxiong fell asleep again. His face was still very pale in his sleep, and his brows were slightly furrowed, as if he was still struggling with physical discomfort.

"I don't know if this kid can hold on." Father Yang sighed and continued driving the ox cart.

In his daze, Zhou Xiaoxiong seemed to see his grandfather, who was looking at him lovingly with a piece of fat meat in his hand.

Grandfather's face was full of smiles, his eyes full of concern and love: "Little Bear, why are you sick? Eat some meat and get better soon."

Zhou Xiaoxiong tried hard to reach out and grab his grandfather, but he was powerless. He shouted anxiously, "Grandpa, I want to eat meat. I want to get better soon."

However, his grandfather's figure became increasingly blurred, and Zhou Xiaoxiong began to cry anxiously: "Grandpa, don't leave me, don't leave me..." Tears rolled down from the corners of his tightly closed eyes, and he then fell into a deeper sleep.

His breathing gradually became steady, and his small body swayed gently with the shaking of the ox cart, like a leaf drifting in the wind and waves.

Xiuying drove the ox cart directly up the hillside, and Yang's father followed behind with the ox cart.

As soon as we arrived at the yard, the children gathered around us, their faces filled with excited smiles and chattering.

"Aunt Xiuying, we're here to help!"

"Wow, Mom, there are so many things!"

They happily helped to load the things on the ox cart, and were very busy. Their little faces were rosy and full of energy.

They were so happy because their grandparents and Uncle Qingfeng were going to live with them. Their eyes sparkled with joy as they thought about how their future days would be more lively and warm.

"Our home will be more lively from now on!"

"That's great. Grandpa, grandma, and Uncle Qingfeng are going to live with us."

"Yes, yes, it will definitely be fun!"

The children were talking to each other, and their laughter echoed in the yard.

Father Yang called out to Xiuying, "Xiuying, go check on the child lying on the ox cart. He seems to have a high fever!"

Father Yang's voice was anxious and worried, and the wrinkles on his forehead deepened with anxiety.

The children gathered around and looked, "Isn't this Zhou Dazhu's son, Zhou Xiaoxiong?"

The children cried out in surprise, their faces filled with concern.

"Oh, it's really Little Bear, what happened to him?"

"Look at his red face. He must be feeling very uncomfortable."

The children gathered around the ox cart, chatting anxiously.

Xiuying hurried over and touched Zhou Xiaoxiong's forehead with her hand, her brow furrowed and her expression nervous: "His fever is indeed very high. We must find a way to reduce it quickly."

Xiuying couldn't help but feel panicked. In this era of underdeveloped medical care, a high fever was enough to take a person's life.

Fortunately, there is still some ibuprofen in the space that Awang bought when he came last time. I hope it can help the little bear survive this disaster.

Thinking of this, she calmed down a little and asked Father Yang to carry the little bear into the guest room.

Then, Xiuying hurriedly asked Taohua to boil some water, and said seriously: "Taohua, go and boil some hot water, quickly!" Seeing Xiuying's anxious look, Taohua did not dare to delay and ran to boil water immediately.