Xiao Qinghuan

In order to avoid polluting the water source and fearing that people will be infected with new diseases accidentally, the dead bodies of livestock cannot be burned in the village.

It took the Shenwei Camp two days to clear the river. Countless corpses were dug out of the river. Besides livestock, even two corpses whose faces were not clear were dug up.

Xie Jue soaked in the muddy water for a long time, and then worked up and down. His body was so dirty that he could hardly see anyone, and he could smell the stench of rotting corpses from a long distance.After finally transporting all the filth in the river, it was considered to be able to calm down for a while.

This pile of things fished out of the muddy water would not be able to burn with firewood for a while, Xie Jue had no choice but to call two guards back to the village to find kerosene.

Burning oil in the blue sky and daylight, the wind is three feet high.Xie Jue sat on the top of the hillside not far away, and threw the fire full of kerosene onto the burning firewood, and the fire burst out again, making a teeth-stinging sound.

Xie Jue squinted his eyes and lay on the hillside, guarding a small pile of firewood beside him, waiting for all the things below to be burned to ashes and then buried deep in the ground.

The flames scorched the surrounding air. Xie Jue casually picked up a blade of grass and put it near his mouth to blow it. The tune was intermittent and even leaked. Some guards couldn't listen to it. They begged him to hold his hand high from a long distance away. It's so loud that people only think of Gong.

Xie Jue spat far away, swayed his legs with a grass root in his mouth, and threw another piece of firewood into the fire.

There was the sound of footsteps coming from behind, the footsteps were neither too fast nor too slow, but they were heavy, it sounded like someone who didn't know martial arts.

Xie Jue sat up from the grass with a grunt, turned around with a blade of grass in his mouth, "Mr. Cheng?"

"You can just call me Cheng Yuan." Cheng Yuan walked to him and sat down on the floor without seeing anyone else: "Why does the little general do these rough jobs himself?"

"Whether it's rough work or not, someone has to do it anyway." Xie Jue spit out the chewed grass leaves on the ground, reached into his arms and fumbled for something: "Hey, it just so happens that you are here, I—"

He took out a cloth-wrapped oil-paper bag from his pocket, and just halfway through it, he remembered something and scratched his head in embarrassment: "Hey, I forgot, you just came from Pingjiang, no Rare for this."

After tossing around like this, he realized that his body was covered with stains, so he quickly got up and moved two steps down the air vent, for fear of suffocating Cheng Yuan.

"What are you doing?" Cheng Yuan asked.

"I'm not clean." Xie Jue chuckled, "You look at the skin and tender flesh, don't smoke you."

"What's the matter?" Cheng Yuan was a little displeased: "I have traveled with my family teacher for many years, and I have treated many patients. There are often things that remove decay and regenerate flesh. If it is a corpse, I am afraid that I have seen it more than the little general. Some."

"Ouch." Xie Jue gritted his teeth and said, "You scholars have a lot of thoughts. I said it casually, and you are still angry."

He said disgustedly pinching his wrist armor to look at it, then hurriedly shook off the dried mud stains on his body, and then moved to Cheng Yuan's side: "You're not helping your master in the village, what are you doing?"

"When master is writing prescriptions, he doesn't like people around." Cheng Yuan said, "I just went to West Village to deliver medicine, so I went out for a walk."

"Your master doesn't know when he will be able to make the medicine." Xie Jue sighed deeply: "I'm watching Yan Qing not wake up, Jiang Xiaohan is afraid that he will go crazy."

Speaking of this, Cheng Yuan became interested, but it is the duty of a doctor to inquire about patients' private matters. Cheng Yuan hesitated for a moment before tentatively asking: "Master Jiang...is not quite similar to the rumors."

"Hey, you said it's a rumour." Xie Jue lay back on the grass with his arms pillowed on his head: "The rumors are all made up by people. What's going on outside?"

It's not the person behind the back, it's taboo, Cheng Yuan smiled lightly: "Actually, it's nothing."

"If you don't tell me, I know that Zuo is nothing more than saying that power is at the mercy of the government and the opposition." Xie Jue said, "I even bought his book and read it. It said that Jiang Xiaohan raised seventeen or eight young girls in the house. It’s used for nourishing, so I have practiced martial arts well... This is not a joke, it makes him look like an old goblin in the mountains.”

Cheng Yuan pursed his lips and suppressed a smile: "How can it be so ugly, Mr. Jiang is a young man who pays his respects, and when writing a storybook, he should also write about Fengyue. How can he be so curious."

"Who knows, I've known him for so long, and I've never seen a girl beside him." Xie Jue sighed: "He seems to be nice to everyone, but he's actually alone. It's strange to say , why does he care so much about Yan Qing, he obviously hasn't known him for a few days."

"Xu is Mr. Yan, okay?" Cheng Yuan said, he had heard a lot about Yan Qing in the West Village in the past two days, so he naturally changed his opinion of him, and his words were slightly biased.

Xie Jue pondered for a long time but couldn't figure out why, so he had no choice but to give up.

"maybe."

At this time, in Liu's Village, Ren Pingsheng knocked on Jiang Xiaohan's door with a bowl of slightly hot medicine.

"Sir." Jiang Xiaohan said.

"Yeah." Ren Pingsheng passed him, went inside to look at Yan Qing, tested his temperature again, and sighed: "The fever still hasn't subsided?"

A hand towel was soaked in the water basin at the side, Jiang Xiaohan got ice from Pingjiang overnight, and changed Yan Qing's handkerchief overnight, fearing that something might happen to him, he dared not close his eyes.

"No." Jiang Xiaohan stayed up for two days, his eyes were black and blue, and he looked a lot haggard: "I retreated a few times, but the fever flared up again in the middle of the night yesterday."

"It's normal to have repetitions." Ren Pingsheng handed him the medicine bowl: "This is a new medicine. Someone in West Village couldn't wait to try it first. The effect is much better than before. You can also feed it to him to try."

"Thank you sir."

Ren Pingsheng sighed: "When Yuan'er comes back later, I'll ask him to come and stand for you for a while, and you go to sleep."

"No need." Jiang Xiaohan refused unsurprisingly, with a look of reluctance: "I'll just lean on the couch in the afternoon."

In the past two days, he was no longer as excited and panicked as he was at the beginning, he seemed to have completely taken away all those useless emotions, his whole body seemed lifeless, and there was nothing left in his eyes except Yan Qing.

Ren Pingsheng saw that he insisted on this, so he didn't persuade him, but told him: "Take this medicine three times first to see the effect, and remember to feed it all. In addition, it is obviously not appropriate to keep high fever. If he still can't reduce the fever after three days, There is a risk of life.”

Jiang Xiaohan whispered: "I see."

Ren Pingsheng saw that he was not energetic, so he shook his head and left with a sigh.

Jiang Xiaohan opened a window in the house, changed the kerchief on Yan Qing's forehead, went out to fetch a new basin of well water and returned.

He has always been destined to be served by others, but he is determined not to let others take care of Yan Qing, after these few days, he has actually managed to do well.

Jiang Xiaohan took care of everything before bringing over the bowl again.The medicine that was slightly scalding just now had cooled down a bit, it was at the temperature of the entrance, he helped Yan Qing up, even though he had been extra careful, he still fed half of the medicine and sprinkled the other half.

If the medicine cannot be fed, the disease will naturally not get better. Jiang Xiaohan is anxious, but there is nothing he can do.

He gritted his teeth and thought for a while before laying him down again. He stared at Yan Qing for a long time, then suddenly his heart broke, as if he had made up his mind.

"excuse me."

As Jiang Xiaohan said, he leaned forward, gently lifted Yan Qing's chin, and took a mouthful of the medicine to cover his lips.

Yan Qing's lips were dry and soft. Jiang Xiaohan gently pried open the other's lips and teeth with the tip of his tongue, and fed the concoction bit by bit. Because he was getting hot, his whole body seemed very supple, and he opened his mouth obediently, his throat slightly Sliding, swallowing the concoction with difficulty.

Jiang Xiaohan was afraid of choking him, so he fed him very carefully, but he didn't know what was added to the medicine, so bitter that the root of his tongue was numb, and the corners of his eyes were red.

"...What kind of medicine is this? It's so bitter that my tongue is numb." Jiang Xiaohan complained softly.

He put the empty bowl aside without changing his face, as if he was not afraid that what happened just now would make himself difficult to protect himself.

Jiang Xiaohan thought he could figure it out slowly, so that he wouldn't accidentally scare people away.But Yan Qing's illness has completely messed him up. All "decency" and "property" have become useless things. He can only be at ease if he can keep people in front of him day and night. As for what other people say, do they see anything? , he doesn't care anymore.

"I hope it works." Jiang Xiaohan smiled, and changed a new handkerchief for Yan Qing: "If not, I will be the one who will test the medicine for you next time."