Chapter 531: Drawing swords to help the disaster (fifty-eight)

Hearing Zhang Ren's footsteps approaching, Ling'er closed the door and went out.

Zhang Ren was limping into the yard with a few fruits in his hand.

"Sister, why are you alone? Where's the big brother?" Zhang Ren saw Ling'er and quickened his pace. But even so, he still walked much slower than ordinary people.

Ling'er couldn't bear it and hurriedly walked forward and replied: "He is tired and resting in the house!"

After hearing this, Zhang Ren quickly lowered his voice: "Then don't wake him up, let him rest more."

Ling'er nodded, not saying that Brother Yang had been awakened by him as early as when he was walking here.

"It's almost noon, you must be hungry, right? Eat some fruit first to satisfy your hunger!" Zhang Ren handed the fruit to Ling'er and said, "We don't often have dinner at home, there is only some brown rice left, nothing to entertain. I'm going to my uncle's place I’ll bring you some food, what do sister and elder brother like to eat?”

"You don't have to go to the inn all the way." Ling'er felt a little sorry.

"I didn't go there specially. We were going to have dinner at my uncle's house." Zhang Ren explained with a smile.

"That's not necessary. Brother Yang is feeling unwell, and I'm afraid he has no appetite." Ling'er said sadly.

"Is he okay? Do you want to see a doctor?" Zhang Ren asked with concern.

Ling'er could see that Zhang Ren's concern for Brother Yang came from the bottom of his heart, and comforted him: "Don't worry! He is fine. My sister is the doctor."

"It's okay! It's okay!" Hearing what Linger said, Zhang Ren breathed a sigh of relief, "But even if he has no appetite, he still has to eat something! Why not bring him some light food?"

Ling'er understands Brother Yang's temperament and doesn't want to bother others too much. Seeing that Zhang Ren insisted on doing this, she had no choice but to settle for the next best thing and said, "How about this! Don't you still have some brown rice at home? I'll borrow your room to make some rice soup for Brother Yang!"

"How can I just drink rice soup?" Zhang Ren felt it was inappropriate. He didn't want to neglect his great benefactor.

"I will also add some herbs to replenish qi and blood in the rice soup, which will be good for his body." As he said that, Ling'er looked at his small bag. Fortunately, she prepared some medicinal materials in advance.

"Okay! Sister, please come with me! I'll help you make porridge." Zhang Ren said.

Ling'er put away the fruit in her hand, looked back at the hut, and thought to herself: "Brother Yang, have you heard this? Take care of yourself. I'll be right back."

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Not long after, Ling'er came back with carefully cooked rice porridge. Although there are no more ingredients, it has a unique taste due to the addition of some medicinal herbs.

Ling'er knew that Brother Yang would notice her as soon as she got close to the house, so she didn't deliberately slow down her steps. On the contrary, Ling'er felt that letting Brother Yang clearly distinguish the sound of his footsteps would make him more relieved.

The door to the hut was still ajar.

Ling'er freed up a hand and knocked on the door gently. Without waiting for a response, she pushed the door open and entered.

Qi Yang maintained his original posture and sat on the head of the bed, but seemed weaker than before. He looked up at Ling'er, smiled at Ling'er, and said, "Thank you for your hard work, girl!"

Why is Brother Yang a little out of breath when he speaks? Ling'er keenly sensed something was wrong, walked closer quickly, and asked anxiously: "What's wrong with you? Does the wound hurt?"

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