My delicate husband

Lan An felt that Zhang Xiaomo's hand was a little hot, and thought that the person had woken up. He raised his head and found that Zhang Xiaomo's face was unusually red. He quickly reached out and touched it, and it was frighteningly hot.

Lan An knew that the medical technology of this dynasty was backward. If the fever was not reduced in time, it would easily make the person a fool, or even die. He did not even kneel down, but quickly got up and fetched a basin of water. He soaked the towel in it, wrung it dry, folded it, and placed it on Zhang Xiaomo's forehead.

Guoge went to call the doctor. It's okay, the doctor will be here soon. Lan Euan tried to comfort himself, but his palms were almost crushed. The pain could keep him awake, and the more pain, the better.

When Guo Geer got home, he saw Lan Euan kneeling in front of his brother's bed with a gloomy face, like a lifeless doll. He hurried over and spoke softly.

"Ang'er, Doctor Li is here."

Lan'an still didn't respond. Ang'er pushed Lan'an, and Doctor Li didn't hesitate and hurried over to take his pulse.

Doctor Li now understood why An Ge'er looked like he had lost his soul. His pulse was really unstable. Doctor Li frowned again and again, his face full of worry. He thought over and over again but didn't know how to start.

"Doctor Li, please speak directly."

"Anger, you have to be mentally prepared. You know, Zhang Xiaomo was originally weak and his physique was not as good as others. Later, he was poisoned, and the toxins depleted his body. Although he has been recuperating for a long time, he is not completely recovered.

I have always said that he should not have too much emotional fluctuation, must not catch a cold, must rest in bed, and must not do heavy work.

I caught a cold today because of the wind. Guo Ge'er's emotional excitement irritated his heart and lungs, causing a persistent fever. I'll prescribe some medicine for you. If the fever doesn't subside within twelve hours, you'll probably die.

Even if the fever subsides and the person wakes up, don't be too optimistic. I estimate that if he wakes up this time, he will only have five years to live."

"Doctor Li, is it incurable?"

"I'm at my wit's end. You can go to Chunqiutang in the county town. There's a very good doctor there, but the fees are very high. It's not something a family like us can afford."

"Okay, I understand. Doctor Li, thank you so much for your help. Please prescribe the medicine."

"It's okay, we're all from the same village. Alas, he was a good kid, what a pity."

Doctor Li wrote out some prescriptions, gave Ang some instructions, then sighed and left.

When Guo Ge'er heard what Doctor Li said, he lowered his head and burst into tears.

"Ang'er, it's all my fault. If it weren't for me, nothing would have happened to my brother. An'er, is my brother really going to die?"

"No, don't cry, he's not dead yet. Just watch over him while I go make the medicine."

Lan An was not in the mood to comfort Guo Ge'er now. After getting the definite answer from Doctor Li, Lan An calmed down instead. If Zhang Xiaomo could be cured, he would try his best to cure her. If not, he would let the entire Chuqi Kingdom be buried with him, and he would follow Zhang Xiaomo away.

Lan Euan took out the spiritual spring water from the space and began to boil medicine. He was also thinking about how to reduce Zhang Xiaomo's fever. He now felt that the space ability was really useless. If he had known it earlier, he would have had a healing ability.

Lan An entered the space again. There was a mark of a bow and arrow on his hand, which could be activated by clicking. Lan An clicked it, and a familiar electronic sound rang out, congratulating the host for activating the arrow that never misses. It was useless, but not useless either. If Zhang Xiaomo left, he would use this bow and arrow to kill Zhang Xiaoshu's family.

Lan Euan clicked on all the pages of the space mall. The mall level was too low. There were too few medicines unlocked on the special supplies page, and there were many daily necessities that could not be used. It was quite useless.

Fortunately, the space was upgraded before, and the special page of the mall was expanded from daily necessities to daily medicines, which happened to include alcohol and fever-reducing capsules. The remaining Band-Aids, gauze, iodine, gastrointestinal medicine, and cold medicine are currently not needed.

Lan Euan spent two taels of silver to exchange for alcohol and fever-reducing capsules, hoping that they would be effective.

The medicine was ready, Lan'an returned to the room, and Guoge was still crying, and his crying was a bit annoying.

"Stop crying, go boil some water, wash your face, and change your clothes."

"But brother..."

"Stop talking nonsense and go."

Guo Ge'er knew that Lan An was in a bad mood, so he didn't say much.

Lan An continued to kneel beside the bed. Zhang Xiaomo occasionally talked nonsense in his coma, shouting "Dad, Mom, An An". He was talking nonsense now, and the situation was becoming more and more critical.

"Zhang Xiaomo, are you calling my name? I'm pissing you off to death. Are you regretting being nice to me? Please, don't regret it. Don't leave. I'll really go crazy."

Lan An pleaded humbly, tears falling drop by drop on Zhang Xiaomo's hands...

Lan Euan thought of physical cooling, took out medical alcohol, and used it to wipe his body over and over again.

"Wake up, please, look, I've seen you naked, won't you ask me to take responsibility?"

The person on the bed did not respond, his eyes were still closed, but his brows were furrowed. Lan An used his hands to smooth Zhang Xiaomo's frown again and again.

"It must be very sad, I'm sorry, Zhang Xiaomo, I feel like I'm going to die, my heart hurts so much, why does it hurt so much?"

The medicine was cold. Lan An fed Zhang Xiaomo a few mouthfuls, but the soup in the bowl flowed out of his mouth. Zhang Xiaomo's condition was so bad that he couldn't even swallow. Lan An thought of feeding him the medicine by mouth.

"Aren't you going to wake up yet? I'm going to kiss you."

Lan Euan took a sip of the soup bowl and his mouth was full of bitterness. This medicine was really bitter, but he felt that his heart was more bitter than his mouth.

More than half of the medicine had been fed to him, and Lan Euan had also drunk some. He was able to take advantage of it without restraint. He had only dreamed of such a good thing before, and now it had come true. How could he not be happy?

Yes, how can someone who has seen the light not go crazy when he steps into darkness again?

The time for worship in the village was approaching, and the gathering bell rang again and again. Lan An had no time to care about these, so he just knelt quietly in front of Zhang Xiaomo's bed.

Guo Ge'er also knelt obediently in the living room, facing the wall, kneeling straight.

Before, when Guo Ge'er ran crying to ask for help from Doctor Li, the villagers had been gossiping that Zhang Xiaomo would not live long. Now that the time for the sacrifice was approaching, and no one from the Zhang family had come, the villagers already knew what was going on.

"Uncle Zhang, you're still laughing. Your nephew is sick again."

"It's none of my business. I'm a short-lived person anyway."

"Just wait. If anything happens to Zhang Xiaomo, An Ge'er will definitely not let you go."

"Tsk, what can a guy do?"

"Okay, stop arguing."

The village chief and the elders of the Zhang family decided to go to the courtyard first to see what was going on. As soon as they reached the door, they saw Guo Ge'er kneeling obediently.

"Brother Guo, why are you kneeling here? Where's Brother An?"

"Uncle Village Chief, Grandpa Zhang, you are here. An Ge'er is in the room."

Guo Ge'er's eyes were red and swollen, and his face was still swollen from being beaten before. He looked so pitiful. The village chief and the elders of the Zhang family also felt that Uncle Zhang was too cruel.

"Go call Ang'er."

Guo Geer got up and went to the room. Seeing An Geer kneeling with red eyes, he felt very uncomfortable.

"Ang'er, the village chief and Grandpa Zhang are here."

"Ah."

Lan An is indifferent. He doesn't care about anyone except Zhang Xiaomo.

Seeing that Lan An had no intention of getting up, Guo Geer whispered to

"I have something to ask you, An Ge'er, just go out and take a look."

"Okay, ask them to come in."

Guo Ge'er walked in with the village chief and Elder Zhang. He didn't stay for long and went back to kneel where he was before.

"Anger, how is Zhang Xiaomo? Why are you kneeling?"

"Not good, my husband will punish me."

The village chief and Elder Zhang felt ignored. They looked at each other and Elder Zhang spoke seriously.

"The village is about to hold a sacrifice ceremony, and the whole village must participate. Now only you are missing. Hurry up and get ready. If you waste time, you will displease the ancestors and the whole Lotus Village will be punished."

"Everything is ready, take Guo Ge'er with you."

"You are the new daughter-in-law of the Zhang family, you are not going."

"Don't go."

Lan'an glanced at the two of them. Although he was just a teenager under the age of fourteen, he made the two of them feel their lives were threatened. They hurried out of the room. They didn't know that Lan'an really wanted to kill them because he thought they were too noisy.

Lan'an had already packed the sacrificial items in a basket, including a handful of incense, some paper money and gold ingots, a small piece of raw pork, and a few cakes. Guo Ge'er took the things and left with the village chief, Elder Zhang.

Zhang Xiaomo still had a high fever, so Lan An had to wipe it with alcohol continuously, without getting tired of it.

"Zhang Xiaomo, you slept too long today."

"Husband, please wake up. I miss you so much. I really miss you so much."

"The elders bullied me and were mean to me. I felt so wronged."

"The wound on my face hurts, my legs hurt, everything hurts."

"If you don't wake up, I'm going to kill everyone in Lotus Village. I really can't control myself anymore."

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Lan Euan's eyes were red and tears were dripping down, but the person on the bed didn't react at all and wouldn't wipe his tears.