You are unlucky and I am tough

Wei Jincai was beaten so hard that he cried loudly, and half of his cheek was swollen. Cheng Lizheng couldn't stand it anymore and shouted to stop. He looked at Wei Changgui angrily, "Alright, stop beating me. You didn't teach me well before, who are you beating me for now?"

Wei Changgui licked his face and said, "Xinyi is my daughter. This little bastard almost killed my daughter. I must beat him up so that he will remember this lesson."

Cheng Shuang and Wei Qinglang rolled their eyes speechlessly after hearing these hypocritical words. Wei Changgui had been so harsh that they didn't know how to settle the score even if they wanted to.

He doesn't want an apology. Let Wei Jincai learn a lesson. This little bastard has been beaten badly.

It felt like swallowing a fly, so disgusting!

After that, Cheng Lizheng asked the question of who opened the manhole cover and didn't put it back, but the two of them no longer cared about it and went straight home.

According to Cheng Shuang, Wei Nanxing boiled water as soon as he brought Wei Xinyi home. When they arrived home, Cheng Pan was taking Wei Xinyi to take a hot bath in the bathhouse.

Wei Qinglang was also soaked, but he didn't care much and just changed his wet clothes.

As soon as Wei Xinyi came out of the hot shower, Cheng Shuang immediately checked her pulse carefully, gave her a few injections on her head, and gave her a prescription for preventing colds, and asked Cheng Guqiu to boil it for her to drink.

Then, without even catching his breath, he took his medicine box and went out to see Zhao Xiuwen.

There was still hot water in the pot, and Wei Nanxing asked his brother to take a hot bath as well, but Wei Qinglang said no, and wanted to follow Cheng Shuang to check on Zhao Xiuwen's condition.

When the two rushed to Zhao Xiuwen's house, Zhao the hunter and his wife, who were working in the fields, had also received the news and returned home. They were heartbroken when they saw their son's pale face.

Cheng Shuang and Wei Qinglang both felt a little guilty. Zhao Xiuwen had studied hard for ten years, and the college entrance examination was approaching. If he fell ill and delayed his studies and affected his grades, they would be committing a serious sin.

The abrasion on Zhao Xiuwen's hand was quite large, so Cheng Shuang treated him very attentively. After disinfecting and bandaging the wound on his hand, she gave him acupuncture to remove the wind evil, checked whether his respiratory tract was infected due to choking on water, and finally gave him medicine and told him how to decoct it.

The scholar's physical condition is still not good enough. Zhao Xiuwen has been soaking in the cold underground well water for so long that his pulse has become stagnant and his condition is even worse than Wei Xinyi's.

Cheng Shuang was not sure whether the acupuncture she had just given was completely effective. When she left, she told Zhao the hunter and his wife that it would be better for someone to watch over them in the middle of the night, and to come to her if they had a fever.

It was almost dark on the way back. Almost all the villagers I met were talking about someone falling into a well in the afternoon. When they saw them, they came up to ask about Zhao Xiuwen and Wei Xinyi's situation. Cheng Shuang casually said a few perfunctory words that they were not seriously injured.

There was also a discussion among the villagers about who had fetched water and not put the lid back on, but this was destined to remain a cold case, as no one would come forward to admit it.

Wei Qinglang listened to the discussions and shook his head. "I've always felt these wells are too dangerous. There are too many people in the village. Even if the village head yells until his lips are worn out, there's no guarantee that some family will be careless enough to draw water and forget to cover it. The children in the village are even more uncontrollable. I once saw a child standing on the manhole cover and jumping around."

"What can we do?" Cheng Shuang shrugged helplessly. "I hope this incident will make the villagers aware of the dangers and keep their children from playing near the well."

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Wei Xinyi was quite frightened this time. She ate something and took some medicine at night and went to bed early. Cheng Shuang was worried that she would have a fever at night, so she went back and forth to her room several times to take her pulse. She also told Cheng Pan to get up more often at night to check on her and to find her immediately if she had a fever.

Cheng Shuang was so worried about whether the two people who fell into the well would have a fever at night that she couldn't sleep at all. She prepared antipyretics, antibiotics and antiviral drugs, and spent her time reading books in the room with the light on.

Wei Qinglang went to bed early. It was not until late at night that Cheng Shuang went to the next room to take a look and confirmed that Wei Xinyi did not have a fever. Only then did she feel sleepy and decided to go to bed.

Holding the oil lamp, he walked into the inner room. Wei Qinglang was sleeping soundly on the small bed. Cheng Shuang walked lightly and placed the oil lamp on the table beside the bed. Before blowing out the lamp, he glanced at the sleeping person and felt something was wrong at first glance.

She seemed to see Wei Qinglang shiver, and after looking carefully to confirm her uncertainty, she discovered that the sleeping person had a frown on his face, as if he was feeling uncomfortable.

Cheng Shuang walked over in confusion, first pulled up the quilt that had fallen to the ground, then reached out and touched Wei Qinglang's forehead.

"Oh my god, why is it so hot?" Cheng Shuang was startled by the temperature of the tentacles and shrank back.

She blinked and looked at the man who was sleeping with a frown on his face and obviously in pain. Then she suddenly remembered that she seemed to have forgotten about this guy.

Wei Qinglang also went into the water and stayed in the well for quite a while. After he came back, he didn't take a hot shower right away. He just changed his clothes and followed her to visit Zhao Xiuwen. She subconsciously thought that he was in good health and there would be no problem. She didn't even think of preparing medicine for him. Her mind was all on the other two.

The guilt in his heart reached its peak. Cheng Shuang put her hand on his pulse and felt it. His pulse was beating faster, a typical case of wind-cold entering the body, with a rapid and floating pulse, which was a manifestation of strong Yang Qi and a strong anti-evil reaction.

I took out the thermometer and measured my temperature again, and it was as high as 39.7 degrees.

Having treated many difficult and complicated illnesses, Cheng Shuang was a little panicked at this moment. She grabbed Wei Qinglang's shoulders and shook him, "Wei Qinglang, wake up."

After shouting a few times, the man slowly opened his eyes.

Wei Qinglang's head felt heavy. After being shaken awake, he opened his eyes weakly and asked, "What's wrong?"

Cheng Shuang quickly helped him up, "You have a fever. Come, get up and sleep on the big bed."

Wei Qinglang touched his forehead and found it was indeed very hot. He was helped to lie down on the big bed in a daze.

Cheng Shuang sat on the bed, touching her forehead and neck, and said unhappily, "You're not feeling well, but you didn't tell me. What's wrong with you? You're as strong as a bull, yet you get sick so easily."

Wei Qinglang almost fainted from anger when he heard her words. He was in good health, but in her eyes he was as strong as a bull?

However, he didn't expect that he would have a fever. He sneezed twice at night, but didn't feel uncomfortable.

Cheng Shuang went to the table and poured some water over, then poured the medicine into her hand, helped the man up and leaned him against her, then put the medicine to his mouth and fed him.

My hand touched the other person's lips, which were soft and warm.

Cheng Shuang looked a little unnatural. "I'm so weak from a fever. I've grown up in vain."

Wei Qinglang swallowed the medicine with a sip of water and looked up at her. "I'm a patient now, and you're still insulting me?"

I don’t know if I was angry, but I started coughing after I finished speaking, and my throat felt a little sore.

Cheng Shuang remained silent when she saw him start coughing. This symptom would take a few days to recover even if one was in good health. She said those words to blame herself for forgetting about him. It could have been prevented.

After taking the antipyretic medicine, I gave him two more medicines based on his pulse, gave him a few injections on his head, and then added a thick quilt.

"Okay... go to sleep, cover yourself with the quilt and keep warm."

The illness came like a mountain falling on him, and Wei Qinglang felt really uncomfortable. He fell asleep in a short while. After the medicine took effect, he felt hot in his sleep and started to lift the quilt.

Cheng Shuang sat by the bed, repeatedly taking his temperature and covering him with a blanket, and finally just leaned over and pressed him down.

The person on the bed was not asleep to begin with, and he slowly opened his eyes as he felt unable to move.

Their eyes met, and they were so close that they could feel each other's breath. Cheng Shuang stared at him with a serious face, "Don't move, sweating will reduce the fever quickly."