Uncle Nine, where are you running to?

It is true that people with weak constitutions should not be exposed to cold wind for too long.

Erdi was exposed to the wind all afternoon, and perhaps a few drops of rain also hit her, and her asthma, which had not occurred for a long time, suddenly flared up.

The wedding quilt had been locked in the cupboard by him, who was exhausted. At this moment, he was lying on the bed covered with the old quilt, struggling to survive.

"Hmm? Sissy, your pulse stopped?!"

Erdi felt a tightness in his chest, and waves of pain surged from his heart. He glanced at Huabao, then gradually lowered his gaze to his hands. He chuckled and spoke in a weak voice that was almost floating:

"You were lying on the lacquer pillow, so of course you had no pulse..."

Hua Bao looked down.

Wow, it really is! It scared him!

He thought that this sissy was going to die just after picking a good day.

He moved his fingers and just as they touched Erdi's wrist, she shivered from the coldness of his body.

He sighed and said:

"Look at you, you knew you were sick, but you still insisted on sitting by the window for half a day, and you didn't even hide when it started raining. Are you so happy about getting married that you're stupid?"

Hearing the word "get married", Erdi felt a tearing pain in his heart again. He turned his face to the wall, but his breathing became more rapid.

Does she really want to marry him and Liang Erdi?

Hua Bao glanced at him, feeling a little distressed, but said awkwardly:

"Alas, if you're poor, you shouldn't get rich diseases. The herbs Jingzhi found for you aren't very good. Why don't you and Azan go back to Foshan? At least it's easier to find medicine there... By the way, that kid hasn't been seen for ages. Where has he gone?"

Erdi's eyes darkened for a moment, and a trace of worry also flashed across them.

Did he...find her?

Does she... not want him anymore?

Thinking of this, Erdi's dry eyes felt hot again. Seeing his senior brother looking at him, he quickly closed his eyes, but his chest heaved even more.

He was really having trouble breathing, and his throat felt itchy, and he couldn't help coughing.

Hua Bao's thick eyebrows were twisted into knots, and he called out to his daughter who was closing the window:

"Sister, come here, quickly get the ointment and rub your uncle's chest."

Mei responded obediently twice, quickly picked up the ointment on the table, and walked towards Erdi in a hurry.

She was filled with anxiety, and only wanted to help Erdi with medicine treatment as soon as possible.

However, just as she was about to reach out to unbutton Erdi's collar, a hand suddenly appeared in front of her, forcibly separating her.

Erdi turned slightly to the side, leaning against the wall. Then another violent coughing sounded, and he said while coughing and panting:

“Oh… no need.”

Even if he didn't marry her, he would never let other women touch this body.

Hua Bao, who was standing by, felt helpless when he saw Er Di being so stubborn. He smacked his lips and rolled his eyes at the back of his head, saying unhappily:

"Well, forget it! Since you're sick, I won't argue with you. I'll go out and make some medicine for you. My dear, go home first and close all the windows. I don't think this rain will stop tonight."

Hearing this, Mei nodded in agreement and turned to walk out the door.

When she walked to the door, she suddenly found two wet people standing outside.

She was stunned at first, then carefully raised her finger and quietly pointed in the direction of the house.

Who would have thought that the finger she just stretched out would suddenly hit her father's chest.

Hua Bao subconsciously turned his head to glance at Erdi who was facing away from the door, and then slowly closed the door quietly.

At this time, Liang Zan glanced at Jingzhi, who had an expressionless face. Seeing that her expression had not changed, he tentatively handed the tray in his hand to his master.

After Hua Bao took it, he suddenly twitched his nose and frowned: "Who is injured?"

Jingzhi hid her hands behind her back and said lightly:

"Give him some drink, Uncle Hua Bao... Can I stay at your house for a while?"

Hua Bao turned around to look at her suddenly. Seeing that her face was frighteningly pale and there was a hint of sadness between her brows, his eyelids twitched and he whispered:

"Did you two have a fight?"

Jingzhi turned her face away, clenched her fist, and dug her nails into the gauze on her palm. She felt that the slight pain was completely unable to cover up the great sense of grievance in her heart. She closed her eyes, forced back the tears in her eyes, and said with trembling lips:

"I don't want to live here anymore. He doesn't want to see me anyway."

Huabao handed the medicine to Qiangmei and pointed to the room. Qiangmei understood and went in with the medicine.

Only then did Hua Bao turn around. He could no longer suppress his curiosity and anxiety, so he reached out and pulled them both to a secluded corner.

After taking a deep breath, he lowered his voice and asked:

"What happened?"

However, the only response he got was silence.

Hua Bao frowned and his eyes fell on Jingzhi, who had kept her head down and remained silent.

She looked like a flower wilted by frost, and looked listless.

Hua Bao had no choice but to turn his attention to Liang Zan who was standing beside him.

But Liang Zan's face was full of anger, and his eyes were fixed on the half-closed door.

Hua Bao was extremely anxious. He stretched out his hand and tugged at Liang Zan's sleeve, which was still dripping with water, and urged him:

"Tell me now!"

Hearing this, Liang Zan slowly turned around and silently stared at the whorl of hair on Jingzhi's head, with a hint of complexity flashing in his eyes.

The pair of fists at his sides, like sandbags, were clenched tightly, and the joints made a crisp crackling sound.

He jerked his head away and said indignantly:

"I don't know either. He suddenly kicked me out too!"

Hua Bao opened his mouth, as if he wanted to ask something else.

But at this moment, an extremely harsh sound of dishes breaking suddenly came from inside the house.

The sound was like a thunder that split the sky, causing everyone present to tremble involuntarily.

After a few seconds, I saw the girl with a frightened look on her face, holding an empty tray tightly in her hand, and walked out quickly.

Facing the three people's puzzled gazes, she stammered:

"Master, Master said he doesn't want to drink."

Jingzhi suddenly felt a sharp pain in her heart, as if countless fine needles were piercing her at the same time, causing her body to shake involuntarily, and black shadows suddenly appeared in front of her eyes.

She instinctively reached out a hand to hold the door beside her.

However, the door did not press against the wall, and she lost her balance and fell forward.

It was about to slam headfirst into the solid wall.

Hua Bao acted as quickly as lightning and held her arm firmly.

It was not until this moment that Hua Bao noticed that Jingzhi was soaked all over, as if she had just been pulled out of the water.

A small, shallow puddle had formed where she was standing.

And when his hand touched the skin on Jingzhi's wrist, he was even more shocked.

Have a fever?!

This temperature is hot enough to boil eggs.

Without thinking too much, Hua Bao quickly stretched out three fingers and gently placed them on Jingzhi's slender wrist, carefully taking her pulse.

Time passed minute by minute, but before I could finish taking his pulse, his eyebrows were getting lower and lower.

Finally, he loosened his fingers and said with a worried look on his face:

"She's deficient in Qi and blood, and she caught a cold. Jingzhi, how could you run out in such heavy rain? Sister Qing, quickly, take her back to our place and change her into clean clothes. Then make her some medicine to drive away the cold."

Hearing this, Xiaomei nodded hurriedly and said:

"okay!"

As she spoke, she hurried to Jingzhi's side in two steps, helped her and walked out.

Just as she was about to take Jingzhi out from under the eaves, she found that no matter how hard she tried, Jingzhi seemed to be rooted to the ground and could not move.

"Sister Jingzhi, why don't you leave?"

Jingzhi gently brushed her hand away, staggered, held onto the wall, and walked towards the kitchen.

Liang Zan was worried, so he followed her. When he reached the kitchen door and saw clearly what she was doing, Liang Zan's pupils shrank and he rushed in.

"what you do?!"

Jingzhi struggled to brush his hand away, her face as pale as paper.

She trembled as she slowly pulled out a little bit of the hairpin that was inserted into her heart. Every tiny movement seemed to exhaust all her strength.

At this moment, she was half-crouching, with beads of sweat the size of beans rolling down her forehead, and the bright red blood flowed along the beautifully carved water lily at the end of the hairpin, falling drop by drop into the medicine bowl placed on the stove.

"Azan, this bowl... you must let him drink it. After drinking this bowl... I think he will get better--"

Jingzhi endured the severe pain and spoke intermittently in an extremely weak voice.

However, before she could finish her words, her eyes suddenly rolled back and her legs went limp as if she had suddenly lost her strength.

Seeing that she was about to fall into the boiling iron pot, Liang Zan held her shaky shoulders tightly with shaking hands.

Liang Zan was completely panicked. He hugged Jingzhi tightly and shouted frantically into the house:

"Master, Master, Master, come quickly!!"

When Hua Bao heard the shouting, his heart trembled suddenly, and an ominous premonition instantly came to his mind.

When he hurried into the kitchen, he saw the shocking bloodstains on Jingzhi's chest at a glance, and was so scared that his hands began to tremble.

Looking at these two young men who were even more panicked than himself, Hua Bao took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down.

Then he rushed forward, carefully carried Jingzhi horizontally in his arms, and quickly turned around and shouted to his daughter behind him:

"Sister, hurry up and get an umbrella! Hurry!"

I saw that the girl's hands were also shaking, and she finally found an umbrella from the corner and opened it.

There was no time to stay, Huabao held Jingzhi in his arms, and Qingmei followed closely behind, holding an umbrella for them.

The three of them rushed into the heavy rain outside, splashing countless water under their feet.

They didn't care that half of their bodies were soaked by the rain and almost ran back home.

The rain was heavy and the sound of rain was equally loud, but Liang Zan could clearly hear his master's roar coming from the next room:

"Liang Zan, I don't care what method you use, just get the medicine down that brat's throat!"

Liang Zan woke up as if from a dream. He turned around and looked at the bowl of pitch-black medicine. There were a few drops of dark red hanging on the edge of the bowl, with a faint trace of flowing blood.

At this moment, he was not in the mood to deliberately hide it. He steadied his hands, carefully carried the bowl of medicine, slowly walked into the house, turned his foot, and entered Erdi's room.

As soon as I entered the house, I saw medicine stains and broken porcelain pieces all over the floor.

When he looked up, he saw that Erdi on the bed had sat up at some point. She was leaning against the headboard, holding her chest and gasping for breath, but her head was facing the window.

"You only care about me now, what were you doing before?! Take your medicine!!"