Zhao Lei picked up the burden and followed behind Mr. Zhao.
They walked along the path for about a stick of incense, and they could see a thatched house at the bottom of the mountain in the distance.
After seeing this thatched house, Mr. Zhao obviously sped up.
Zhao Lei carried these two baskets of wild vegetables without any pressure at all. He followed Old Uncle Zhao and sped up.
After bypassing two small dry ditches, Zhao Lei came to Uncle Zhao's residence, which was a three-room thatched house.
There was a wooden fence blocking the outside of the house. Uncle Zhao opened the fence and said to Zhao Lei:
"Brother Zhao, this is my home. It is simple and simple. Please bear with me if I am not well received."
"How could that happen? Uncle Zhao, I am also from a poor family. If you really want me to go to a large and splendid mansion like that, I'm not used to it."
Zhao Lei placed the burden on the ground and followed Old Uncle Zhao into the house.
The furnishings in the room are very simple, just a table and a few chairs.
There was a pottery incense burner on the table, with three pillars burning incense that sent out curls of light smoke. There was a shrine hanging on the wall, which worshiped some god or Buddha. Zhao Lei didn't recognize it.
The room on the right is not big, and is blocked by a curtain. From under the curtain, you can see a stove inside, and a few firewood scattered on the ground.
The closed door on the left should be the bedroom, and his grandson must be sleeping in it.
Zhao Lei thought that there was quite a lot of noise when he came in, but he didn't hear a sound from Uncle Zhao and his grandson. The illness was indeed not serious.
After Mr. Zhao entered the house, he wiped the chair with his clothes and then moved it behind Zhao Lei.
"Brother Zhao, please sit down for a while. I don't have any hot water at home. I'll go and boil some."
"Uncle Zhao, you are too polite."
As he spoke, Old Uncle Zhao entered the kitchen. He came to the very back. There was a water tank in the corner with a lid on it.
Uncle Zhao opened the lid, scooped out some water with a ladle, and then put it on the fire to burn.
After doing this, he pulled up a wooden lid from the ground, and there was a rice vat inside. He took out the remaining brown rice from the rice vat, mixed it with some miscellaneous grains, and prepared to cook it with wild vegetables. A pot of porridge.
These brown rice were borrowed by Mr. Zhao after he traveled to several villages after his grandson fell ill. It was originally used by Mr. Zhao to replenish his grandson's health.
I was reluctant to eat it, but now that my benefactor came to visit, the only brown rice left at home could entertain me.
Uncle Zhao put the rice in the pot and boiled it. After working for a while, the water also boiled. There was no tea at home, so he could only serve a bowl of boiled water.
"Brother Zhao, drink some water."
Zhao Lei held up the bowl handed over by Uncle Zhao with both hands, put it to his mouth, blew it slowly, and took a gentle sip.
"Old Uncle Zhao, you have drank this water, why don't you let me see how your grandson is doing?"
"Okay! Okay!"
Old Uncle Zhao couldn't wait for a long time, but he was embarrassed to speak. After all, he asked his benefactor to do something before he had any food.
Zhao Lei didn't worry about this. He just wanted to cure the disease quickly and figure out where those wild vegetables came from. All he wasted here was his own time.
Zhao Lei's anxious and coaxing look made Uncle Zhao very embarrassed, but for the sake of his grandson's health, he couldn't take care of that.
He took Zhao Lei directly into the bedroom on the left.
As soon as Zhao Lei entered the door, the first thing he saw was the wooden bed in the room, covered with a maroon quilt, and this large wooden cabinet was placed next to the bed.
There was a child lying on the bed, with only his head exposed and his whole body huddled under the quilt.
This child, with a peach-shaped head, looked to be about four or five years old. His face was pale, and the sound of Zhao Lei and others opening the door did not wake him up.
After entering the door, Uncle Zhao hurried to the bedside. He stroked the child's face with his hands, his eyes full of love.
"Brother Zhao, this is my grandson. His nickname is Zhao Lin and his nickname is Gou Sheng'er.
I used to be in good health, but just five days ago, I suddenly developed a fever for some reason. Then I went to the barefoot doctor in the village and asked for two prescriptions. After taking them, there was no effect.
The fever had gone away since the day before yesterday, but his face turned pale and his whole body was cold. Even the barefoot doctor said he would not survive. "
Uncle Zhao's voice began to tremble when he finished speaking. If Zhao Lei hadn't been by his side, he might have cried.
Old Uncle Zhao took a few deep breaths, and after calming down, he gently patted the child on the shoulder and called his name softly.
"Good grandson, good grandson! It's grandpa, don't sleep, wake up!"
After shouting twice, the child did not wake up.
"Uncle Zhao, please stop shouting. Let me come and take a look."
Zhao Lei also came to the bedside. He gently pulled away from Old Man Zhao, and then he put his hand on his grandson's head. His hands were cold, not at all like the body temperature that a normal person should have.
"Uncle Zhao, did your grandson eat anything strange before he got sick?"
In these troubled times, Zhao Lei has seen too many people die because of eating randomly.
"No, my grandson and I have been living alone at the foot of this mountain. I know everything he ate."
After listening to what Uncle Zhao said, Zhao Lei felt Zhao Lin's pulse again. The pulse was very weak. Looking at Zhao Lin's current appearance, he looked like he was dying.
No wonder the barefoot doctors said that he couldn't be saved. In this case, Zhao Lei couldn't think of any other way except magical means.
Originally, Zhao Lei was full of confidence. Not only relying on his own medical skills, but also relying on Granny Hei, he could not easily cure diseases and save people.
But looking at Zhao Lin like this now, he felt a little frightened.
Uncle Zhao saw Zhao Lei frowning and keeping silent, and his heart suddenly felt cold.
Sure enough, he was still not saved.
Mr. Zhao also knew in his heart that even the gods of Daluo could not save his grandson in this state.
But Mr. Zhao still wanted to give it a try. After all, he was the only one left with Zhao Lin.
Seeing that Zhao Lei remained silent, Uncle Zhao still had one last glimmer of hope in his heart. He hoped for a miracle.
At this time, Zhao Lei was trying in his mind to communicate with the sleeping Granny Hei.
"Grandma Black, wake up!"
"Sir, what's wrong?"
Granny Hei, who was awakened by Zhao Lei, asked in confusion.
Zhao Lei did not give Granny Hei too much explanation, and just continued to ask:
"Grandma Hei, can you see if this child can be saved?"
After listening to Zhao Lei's words, Granny Hei, who had recovered a lot, scanned Zhao Lin with her spiritual consciousness.
By the time she regained her consciousness, Granny Hei already understood what was going on.
