"Grandma, how is her condition?"
"Oh... you'd better go in and see for yourself."
The second aunt Sun Chunxue is much more decent than the eldest aunt Zheng Xiu'e, both in her words, deeds and attitude towards others.
She personally led Song Che and Shen Wenjun to the side room, "The old lady is lying quietly inside. If there are too many people, don't disturb them. You should go in by yourselves."
The furnishings in the side room are very simple, with a table, a few chairs, a bed, a maid, and an old lady who has been in the mall for decades, and that's it.
The old lady closed her eyes and groaned. Her cheeks were extremely red and the skin on her face was peeling. She was obviously suffering from a high fever.
Seeing her grandma looking like this, Shen Wenjun bit her lips and stood beside the couch at a loss. She could only ask the maid aside softly, "Aunt Fang, is grandma okay?"
Aunt Fang was the old lady's personal maid. She was past middle age. She didn't speak, but just shook her head.
At this time, the old lady on the bed said with a hoarse voice, "Is... Wenjun here?"
"Grandma..." Shen Wenjun threw himself on the bed, holding back tears but not daring to speak loudly, "Grandma, how are you? Your grandson and grandson-in-law are here to see you."
The old lady slowly stretched out her hand and stroked Shen Wenjun's cheek. She could only narrow her eyes a little, "The little girl is already married, and grandma still needs you a red envelope, haha..."
"Grandma, please get well soon. My grandson and husband will come to serve you tea and ask for your red envelope!"
"Silly boy... is your mother okay?"
"well."
"Is your mother okay?"
"That's fine, that's fine."
"That's fine, son is fine, daughter is fine, wife is fine, son-in-law is fine, everything is fine..." The old lady squeezed out a tear.
Shen Wenjun couldn't help but burst into tears and lay beside the bed crying bitterly.
Song Che pulled Aunt Fang aside and asked in a low voice: "Aunt Fang, how many days has grandma been sick?"
Aunt Fang looked at Song Che for a while and then said: "In total, it has been four days."
"Before falling down, was there any root cause of the disease?" Song Che asked again.
Aunt Fang shook her head and said, "I have taken good care of the old lady. She has not had any problems for more than ten years, and I have not seen any old diseases in her."
"Is it normal to pay for food and accommodation?" Song Che continued to ask.
"Two bowls of vegetarian food every day. Go to bed at noon, get up at Mao, and take a nap for a quarter of an hour at noon. It's normal to go to court," Aunt Fang said, and then wondered about Song Che: "Uncle Shen, are you the doctor?"
Although Song Che was not a doctor, he could still tell the difference between a dying person and a sick person.
When a person is about to die, he must have signs of decline, such as color decline, heart failure, and body failure. But the old lady's consciousness was clear, and she could not only recognize Shen Wenjun, but also have a heart-to-heart conversation with him in tears. The maid said that her eating, drinking, and metabolism were all normal, and she had no old illnesses or worries. Could this be a sign of her end of life?
She most likely had a sudden fever and was dying due to the high fever. If the fever could be brought down, she might have a chance to get better.
Song Che returned to the bed and sat down. He grabbed the old lady's hand and checked her pulse. Although it was weak, it was beating fast. He asked again: "Grandma, can you stick out your tongue and let me have a look."
Shen Wenjun raised his head in confusion, but for a moment he became urgent. She knew her man best and would never do anything for no reason, "Grandma, just do what your husband says."
The old lady slowly stuck out her tongue. The tip of her tongue was red and her blood was full. A person with strong blood cannot be linked to the decline of heaven in any case.
"Grandma, what's wrong with you right now?" Song Che asked again.
The old lady said weakly: "My eyes are swollen, my throat is dry, my tongue is dry, I have difficulty breathing, and my whole body hurts..."
"My body is hot but not sweating, but the soles of my feet feel cold, and I tremble with the cold even if there is a slight breeze?" Song Che asked.
The old lady said hoarsely: "Yes, yes..."
"Hahaha..." Song Che waved his hands and laughed: "Grandma, you are fine!"
"Oh! You can cure it if you can! Why bother?" Shen Wenjun stamped his feet anxiously.
Song Che turned to greet Aunt Fang: "Can you please help me fetch two basins of water, one hot and one cold."
Aunt Fang glanced at the old lady on the bed, but questioned: "The old lady has been having fever for four days. You are not a doctor, how dare you treat her?"
Song Che frowned slightly.
He noticed something was wrong when he first entered the house. The skin on the old eunuch's face was burned off, but there was not even a basin of cooling water beside the bed.
How could a maid who has been working as a maid for more than ten years not understand such a simple physical cooling method as cold compress?
Why did an old man, who had never even had a chance, suddenly fall ill and die?
Ancient medical skills were indeed backward, but wind-cold and fever were common symptoms. Why did the fever persist even after taking the decoction for four days?
The mother-in-law is seriously ill and dying, but the daughter-in-law is thinking about arranging a marriage for her younger sister?
Would you rather spend a lot of money to invite a monk to preach scriptures and pray for blessings, but none of your sons will come to accompany you?
In this huge Zhou family mansion, there are either monsters or ghosts!
"Xiaofang, just do as you're told...I'm such an old man, I've been treated like a dead horse." The old lady said softly.
Aunt Fang finally agreed and exited the room.
Fortunately, Song Che is a well-prepared person. This time he traveled to Hangzhou and brought painkillers and anti-inflammatory pills with him.
He poured half a cup of cold water, secretly crushed the pills and dissolved them in the water, then handed them to Shen Wenjun: "Give it to grandma to drink. It may be a little bitter."
Shen Wenjun made a pillow and helped the old lady up, "Grandma, Song Che came from the sky. He said you are fine, so you will definitely be fine."
The old lady drank the potion in two sips and sighed meaningfully: "If it weren't for the fact that I couldn't bear to leave you, I wouldn't want to live long ago. The older this person gets, the more disgusting he becomes..."
Shen Wenjun said: "Grandma, you are not allowed to say that! You are an old lady, the most powerful woman in the world. You will definitely live a long life!"
"Silly girl," the old lady stroked Shen Wenjun and glanced at Song Che, "In this life of a woman, it is better to marry well than to do well. You have married a good husband."
Song Che returned the smile.
Actually, can a strong woman like the old lady, who has been shrewd for most of her life, really not understand the thoughts of her family members? It's just that if you see through it but don't tell it, you'll spend the rest of your life making do with yourself and feeling sorry for your children!
