Wen Xian was so feverish that she passed out immediately, scaring a group of people into hurriedly working.
When she was unconscious, there was no movement at all. Even the prepared medicine was poured down bit by bit with the cooperation of Fang Jia and Zheng Rou.
"What should I do? Madam's face is so hot." Zheng Rou was very panicked. Madam, who had always been so powerful, actually fell down.
Fang Jiaren was also panicking, but she had to stay calm. She pretended to be calm and said, "First, take a handkerchief and wipe Madam's body and forehead. When the medicine takes effect, the fever will naturally subside."
The decoction is made with three powders made by Wen Xian, which is quick and convenient and does not require boiling.
They are the only ones living on the island, and there is no doctor. No, Wen Xian is the doctor, but he is unconscious. Therefore, all they can do is give medicine, wipe their bodies, and wait.
At this moment, Wen Xian was not feeling well. Even though she was unconscious, she still felt the physical pain instinctively.
In a daze, she felt like she had returned to her previous life. She stood on the roof of her community and looked down, and she could see her parents happily watching TV on the sofa.
Seeing this scene, she immediately felt aggrieved.
I traveled to this ungrateful place and struggled for survival in fear. But her parents were doing whatever they had to do as if they didn't have her as a daughter, and they couldn't see the slightest bit of sadness.
Has the news of her death not come back yet? Or did she actually pick it up?
No, she had to ask her parents if she was her biological child. Why is she gone? They are still indifferent.
Of course, she just talked about it. In her heart, she actually felt that it would be better to forget, so that she would not have to live in pain.
She seemed to have forgotten that she was on the roof of the building opposite. She took a step forward and fell directly through the air.
Feeling weightless, Wen Xian kicked her legs suddenly and woke up.
She stared blankly at the dark cave roof, and it took her a while to recover. She didn't go home, she was still on a deserted island.
At this moment, all the grievances came to my mind. It would be great if she couldn't wake up. If she couldn't wake up, she could stay there forever.
But she thought about the weightlessness she felt when she fell from the top of the building, and felt that it was better not to stay there. Otherwise, even if she is lucky enough not to be poisoned to death, she will turn into a pile of mud if she falls downstairs.
Although I don’t know why I traveled through time after death, my destiny has its own destiny.
"Madam, you're awake!" Fang Jiaren walked steadily with a bowl of soup in her hand.
She first put the bamboo bowl aside, turned around, helped Wen Xian up and said, "How do you feel, madam? Is there anything else that makes you uncomfortable?"
After asking this question, she even thought it was funny. There was nothing comfortable about the cold and the fever.
Look, even someone as powerful as Madam is as fragile as a porcelain doll, as if it will break at the touch of a touch.
Seeing Wen Xian's haggard face and moist eyes, Fang Jiaren felt for a moment that Wen Xian would be better off staying in the place of exile as originally planned.
At least, in the place of exile, her father and brother would come to take her back soon. Wherever it is like now, if you want to find it, you have to look everywhere like looking for a needle in a haystack.
Wen Xian stretched out her hands and sat up, opening her mouth but nothing came out. He just shook his head, indicating that there was nothing uncomfortable except for general weakness and sore throat.
Seeing this, Fang Jiaren quickly handed over the bamboo bowl: "Madam, drink the medicine first. Once the fever subsides, you will feel better soon."
Wen Xian nodded and drank the three soups in the bowl in one go.
She handed the diabolo bowl to Fang Jiaren and said in a hoarse voice: "What time is it now? How is the charcoal burning? Are there any surprises?"
This time there was a lot of charcoal and it was a little moist. It was much more difficult than the first time. She was really worried that she would fail.
However, her worries seemed unnecessary.
Fang Jiaren said with pride: "Madam, don't worry, the charcoal has been burned and taken back."
She pointed to several rattan baskets filled with charcoal piled in the corner and continued: "They are all there. We have tried it. There is only a little bit of smoke, which can be ignored."
For this reason and to keep an eye on Wen Xian's situation, most of them stayed up late.
Despite the fear in his heart, he ran to the cave entrance in the middle of the night to collect charcoal.
Fortunately, the results were good and the charcoal did not disappoint them.
Wen Xian was stunned immediately and couldn't help but ask: "How long have I been unconscious? What time is it now?"
Even the charcoal was burned, so he had to be in a coma for at least one night.
Fang Jiaren casually put two pieces of charcoal into the fire at her feet, and then replied: "Madam has been in a coma for two nights. It's the beginning of Si Shi. The other sisters are busy outside, and I'm taking care of Madam."
Jiang Jingwan is a pregnant woman and cannot take care of Wen Xian at close range to avoid being infected by the cold and affecting the fetus. Zhou Hui's feet have long been healed and she is busy peeling off brown skin to make a raincoat.
She knows how to cook and prepare meals while taking care of patients. So, this job naturally fell to her.
"Two nights?" Wen Xian's hoarse voice sounded again, and then she quickly touched her forehead, and then put her right hand on her left hand to check her pulse.
She didn't expect that her fever would last for almost two days and two nights. No wonder she had time to "go" to her previous life.
After checking her pulse, she breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, the fever is gone, and I will be fine after drinking a few more medicines.
Otherwise, if the burning continues, everyone will be burned to death.
"I'll go out and take a look." Wen Xian took off the leather jacket and straw quilt she was wearing and was about to get up.
Fang Jiaren quickly stopped her: "No, madam, please lie down, don't catch cold again. Whatever you want to do, madam, just tell me."
She suddenly thought of something, patted her forehead and said: "Oh, yes, madam, you must be hungry. I will bring you taro paste."
They had no rice and couldn't make porridge, so they had to use taro paste instead.
Not to mention, the taro is as mushy as rotten porridge, almost catching up with white porridge.
"Hey, wait a minute." Wen Xian held it in for a while before she said, "I want to go to the latrine."
Drinking so many medicines every day, she has long been panicking.
She didn't know how they treated her when she was unconscious. She shook her head and said she didn't want to think too much.
It's okay if you're unconscious, but you can't get help if you're awake.
Fang Jiaren looked a little embarrassed, then quickly helped Wen Xian put on the leather jacket and helped her out.
Even though Wen Xian said that she could walk without support, she could not convince Fang Jiaren.
Wen Xian had no choice but to give up and hurriedly went to the latrine to resolve the important matters in her life, and then she walked out feeling a little relaxed.
Even though everyone was busy, when they saw her coming out, they still stepped forward to express their concern.
Wen Xian felt warm in her heart and responded kindly. Afterwards, I sat next to the burning earth cellar with my taro paste in my arms, emptying my mind, and fed it into my mouth bit by bit.
However, as she ate, she discovered a problem.
She held the bowl, turned her head and asked Fang Jiaren who was following her, "Where are the second child, Xiao Qi and Xiao Ten?"
