Rise From the Humble

As before, Zhu Pingan was the last to eat after all the Yiwu recruits and Zhejiang Army veterans had finished eating.

After eating, Zhu Pingan was holding the bowl and was about to ask Liu Mu and others about the situation of the cotton armor. He saw Erniu, who was on duty today, running over in a panic. He reported anxiously, "Sir, outside If the boy or girl sends a message saying that girl Hua'er is seriously ill, please go back quickly."

"What? Hua'er is seriously ill?"

When Zhu Ping'an heard this, he couldn't help being surprised. He even ate without caring about the food. He pushed the rice bowl and stood up in a hurry.

Hua'er is not an ordinary person. The relationship between Hua'er and herself, especially Li Shu, is extraordinary. It is not an exaggeration to say that they are family members.

Hua'er and Li Shu grew up together and were almost inseparable. Rather than a master-servant relationship, it was more like a half-master-servant, half-bestie relationship. Since they were four years older than Li Shu, they were sisters to a certain extent.

Hua'er traveled thousands of miles to take care of him, wash and cook, grind ink and serve tea, etc. It can be said that Hua'er worked hard to take care of her in every possible way. He never regarded Hua'er as a slave, but as a sister.

Now that he heard that Hua'er was seriously ill, how could Zhu Pingan not be anxious? What's more, it was a message sent by the demon girl Ruonan. The demon girl Ruonan was a person who had been through all kinds of hardships. She had a lot of social experience, and she was also independent and strong. She sent someone to report to her, which showed that Hua'er was seriously ill.

Therefore, Zhu Ping'an was very anxious, pushed away the bowls and chopsticks, and hurriedly told Liu Mu and others to arrange the Yiwu recruits, and then hurriedly rode out of the camp.

"Sir, wait for me. I'll go with you. We need help to run errands and find doctors." Liu Dadao, Liu Dachui and others also quickly put down their bowls and chopsticks, led their horses to catch up with Zhu Pingan, and rode out of the camp together.

Indeed, finding a doctor requires manpower, so Zhu Pingan nodded and asked them to follow him.

A group of five people rode horses quickly to the rented courtyard in Taohuaji Town. Zhu Pingan got off his horse and pushed open the courtyard door.

As soon as I entered the yard, I smelled a strong smell of Chinese medicine, and I saw several dumped Chinese medicine residues under the walls of the yard.

A cold wind swept across, the fallen leaves rolled up, the dead branches trembled, and the yard was desolate.

It looked like no one had cleaned it for several days.

This was impossible before. Hua'er is very diligent and loves to clean, cleaning the yard every day.

According to Hua'er's character, as long as she is not too sick to get out of bed, she will definitely be restless and will clean the yard every day.

No one is cleaning the yard now. Hua'er must be too sick to get out of bed. Judging from the desolation of the yard, it must have been at least three days since it was cleaned, which means Hua'er has been seriously ill for at least three days.

All these scenes indicate that Hua'er's condition is not optimistic.

"If it's a boy or a girl, how is Hua'er doing now? What does the doctor say?"

After Zhu Pingan opened the door, he hurriedly walked through the courtyard and walked into the house, asking eagerly.

Quiet.

There was silence and no one answered, as if there was no one in the room.

If the witch is not here?

Zhu Ping'an noticed this and couldn't help but become more anxious. Why was Ruonan not there? Or was it that the best doctors in Taohuaji couldn't cure Hua'er, so Ruonan went further to find a good doctor?

Doesn't that mean Hua'er's illness is more serious than imagined?

Thinking of the backward medical conditions in ancient times, Zhu Pingan couldn't help but become worried and hurriedly entered the room.

There was no one in the living room, it was probably in the bedroom. Zhu Pingan walked quickly to the bedroom. As soon as he entered the door, he vaguely saw a figure lying on his side on the small bed, covered with a quilt, his back facing out and in, with his green hair spread on the pillow.

There is still a faint smell of medicinal stones in the house.

"Hua'er, how is your health?" Zhu Ping'an stepped forward and asked with concern, "Did the doctor tell you what the disease is?"

"Ahem."

Hua'er on the bed coughed weakly, as if he was trying hard to endure the discomfort, and the quilt covering him was shaking slightly.

"Hua'er, do you feel uncomfortable in your throat? Let me pour you a glass of water to moisten your throat." Zhu Ping'an said and poured a glass of hot water. He walked to the bed and said gently, "Here, I'll help you." Let me drink some water to moisten your throat."

After finishing speaking, Zhu Ping'an put the water glass on the table by the bed, then sat on the edge of the bed and said first, "Hua'er, that's too abrupt."

Then, Zhu Pingan gently put his hand on Hua'er's shoulder, not sure if it was an illusion or something.

I always feel that the outline of Hua'er's shoulders seems different from usual.

Did Hua'er lose weight after getting sick? Why do you feel that the outline of Hua'er's shoulders is one size smaller than before?

Moreover, what surprised Zhu Ping'an even more was that the shoulders of this painting gave him a familiar feeling, which was not ordinary familiarity.

The moment Zhu Ping'an's hand touched Hua'er's shoulder, it was like an electric shock. His heart jumped uncontrollably, and a familiar touch and feeling suddenly surged into his heart.

"Hua'er?" Zhu Ping'an asked in confusion, and his eyes couldn't help but scrutinize.

"Ahem." Hua'er began to cough again, holding back the discomfort, and her body under the quilt couldn't help but tremble again.

Seeing this, Zhu Ping'an ignored his doubts and gently held Hua'er's shoulders with both hands. He tried to lift her up with a gentle force and gave her two mouthfuls of water to drink. He said softly, "Come on, Hua'er, drink." Saliva, moisten your throat.”

Zhu Ping'an gently exerted force on his side. To lift up Hua'er who was lying on his side, he first had to turn Hua'er upright.

With gentle force, Hua'er, who was lying on his side, was turned over.

"Ahem." When Hua'er was turned over, he covered his face with both hands, coughing uncontrollably, and his body was shaking violently.

Hua'er tried hard to cover her face with both hands, trying hard to cover her face tightly with her palms.

Could it be that she was sick, looked haggard, hadn't dressed up, and didn't want to see her ugly side?

Zhu Pingan was confused.

Perhaps it was because of the discomfort of coughing, or perhaps for some reason, Hua'er's coughing sound was a little weird.

Moreover, the more he coughed, the weirder the sound became. As he coughed, the sound turned into laughter.

A silvery laugh like a lark.

As he laughed out loud, Hua'er also let go of his hands.

In an instant, Zhu Pingan's eyes suddenly widened, and the confusion on his face suddenly turned into ecstasy.

Seeing this face that had appeared countless times in his sleep appeared in front of him, surprise flooded through Zhu Pingan's heart like a tide, and his eyes were filled with light, like two bursts of fire.

"Sister Li!"

Zhu Ping'an shouted with joy.

"Giggle, Brother Zhu, what a surprise." Li Shu blinked, her beautiful eyes looking forward to it, and her smile charming.