The wife of two taels of silver

Lin Haitang slowly woke up, thinking to herself that she had slept so comfortably that she could hardly remember the last time she slept so comfortably.

When Lin Haitang opened her eyes, the first thing that caught her eye was Gu An's solid chest.

Gu An didn't know when he took off his clothes, and was only wearing a layer of snow-white undergarment. The collar of the undergarment was slightly open, and the white chest muscles inside could be vaguely seen. If he just raised his head slightly, he could see that little bit of pink.

Lin Haitang's mind was a little dazed after she just woke up, and she stared blankly at Gu An's slightly open collar.

Then, a light laugh sounded above her head, and Lin Haitang froze in place instantly. At the same time, she felt as if there was something under her head.

He moved quietly, and Lin Haitang's doubtful heart died instantly.

She was really resting her head on Gu An's arm.

Lin Haitang sat up instantly like a rocket, her expression as if she was ready to die and she looked like she had no desire to live.

Lin Haitang lowered her head like a robot. If she could be given a "click-click" sound effect at this moment, Lin Haitang would become more robotic than a robot.

Seeing that her clothes were still the same as last night, Lin Haitang breathed a sigh of relief.

What followed was overwhelming embarrassment.

"Hahaha..." Lin Haitang jumped off the bed, clapping her hands in front of and behind her. She looked around the room, but didn't look at Gu An lying on the bed. "You're too polite, really. You could have just left when you saw me asleep last night. I'm so sorry to have troubled you all night."

Gu An narrowed his eyes, his voice filled with extreme pleasure: "It's okay, I hope you won't bother me like this every night in the future."

Lin Haitang looked up at him, the more she looked at him, the more treacherous he seemed. She took a step back and quickly waved her hand: "No, it would be so hard for you!"

"Well, put on your clothes first. I'm going to see my patient!" Before she finished speaking, Lin Haitang ran out.

It was a cold morning in late autumn. A gust of wind blew up a few pieces of paper money, which hung crookedly in the air. Some were blown onto tree branches, some were blown onto the dead bodies on the roadside, and some were blown into dirty puddles.

Lin Haitang tied the triangular scarf behind her head in the wind, put on gloves, took two quick steps, and entered the patient accommodation room.

After the old woman died, there were only seven people left in the room. When Lin Haitang entered, Afeng had already woken up.

When Afeng heard footsteps outside the door, he knew it was Lin Haitang. He quickly stood up and rushed to Lin Haitang first, saying, "Auntie, I don't have any more sores on my body! I haven't had any new sores in two days!"

After hearing what Afeng said, Lin Haitang's brain started to explode, as if someone was setting off fireworks in her head.

Not only Lin Haitang, the other six people, either sitting or lying, were staring at Lin Haitang and Afeng.

"Afeng, take off your clothes and let me see!" Lin Haitang immediately squatted down, wishing she could just tear Afeng's clothes off.

Anyway, everyone in this room was the same age as his parents, grandparents, and so Afeng didn't hesitate at all. He took off his clothes and pointed at the sores on his legs, stomach, and arms and said, "Auntie, look, the sores haven't grown much at all. They're still the same as they were two days ago. In the past, they would have grown a bunch every day!"

Lin Haitang's breathing quickened slightly. After carefully examining Ah Feng's body, she discovered that, as he had said, the sores were indeed not very long at all. Lin Haitang began to observe the appearance of the sores and asked, "Do these sores still hurt these past few days?"

"It still hurts, but there's not much pus flowing out." Afeng nodded.

In the past, the pus that flowed out would soak the clothes, but in the past two days, the pus flow has decreased significantly and no longer soaks the clothes.

Lin Haitang took Afeng's pulse and found that it was a little stronger than before. Lin Haitang almost shed tears, "Afeng, put on your clothes first."

Afeng's condition had improved, but what about the others? Lin Haitang began to check on the others.

Unfortunately, except for Afeng's condition which has improved, everything else remains the same.

Lin Haitang couldn't figure out the secret, so she took Afeng to find the five old gentlemen.

"Masters! Come quickly! Afeng is getting better! Afeng is getting better!" Lin Haitang pulled Afeng's hand and shouted. Although it was only a few steps away, she still ran.

Yang Zhiwen and the others were checking the medicinal herbs. When they heard Lin Haitang's call, they dropped what they were holding and started running.

"Is it getting better?"

"Let me see it quickly!"

The old gentlemen suddenly looked ten years younger and walked briskly.

Lin Haitang excitedly told them about Afeng's condition, gesticulating and saying, "Afeng's sores haven't grown any new ones in two days, and the pus flowing from the sores has also decreased!"

Afeng took off his clothes again in the temporary imperial medical office and was examined over and over by the old gentlemen, and they took his pulse one by one.

Then, the old gentlemen dressed Afeng in silence. Afeng saw that the lips of these grandfathers were trembling, and suddenly, Yang Zhiwen let out a sob.

This sound was like a switch that turned on the others. Everyone cried out loud, some even wailed loudly. Afeng was held in their arms and was a little at a loss, but the little boy didn't know why, he just felt a great pang of pain in his heart, and his eyes began to turn red and tearful.

Lin Haitang had not been here for long, but she was deeply impressed. She was afraid that she would never forget it in her life. She was infected by the crying and her eyes were red.

Gu An appeared beside Lin Haitang without anyone noticing. He heard the crying and looked at Lin Haitang with red eyes. He asked worriedly, "What happened? Why are you crying again?"

Lin Haitang took off the triangular bandage that covered her mouth and nose, looked at Gu An with tears in her eyes, and cried with joy: "Gu An, Afeng's condition has improved. He hasn't developed any new sores in the past two days!"

For some reason, when she saw Gu An, Lin Haitang suddenly felt aggrieved and started crying. She couldn't wait to tell Gu An all her feelings.

Hearing Lin Haitang's words, Gu An's heartbeat stopped for a beat. He stammered, countless words rolling back and forth between his lips and tongue. In the end, he only said: "Thank you."

Lin Haitang laughed instantly, and she shook her head with red eyes.

"Haitang," Yang Zhiwen's tears fell to the ground. He clasped his hands together and bowed deeply to Lin Haitang.

Several other old gentlemen did the same. They bowed to Lin Haitang with tears in their eyes and did not stand up for a long time.

They no longer knew what words to say to express their gratitude, so they simply said nothing and expressed their gratitude through actions.

Lin Haitang was flattered and quickly bowed even lower: "This won't do! This really won't do! You can't do this!"

Everyone was immersed in excitement, however, what happened next caught everyone off guard.