Fast Traveling Plane Mall

Chapter 56 The Famine Escape (8)

After Hua'er took the medicine, her stomach began to feel uncomfortable, so Jiang Xun could only use medical methods to massage her. (Well, if you eat too much Guanyin soil, you will die. As for how to treat it, the author doesn't know. I checked it online, and there seems to be no answer. If you don't eat much, it seems that you should eat more high-fiber vegetables. Interested readers You can check it out online.)
In the middle of the night, Hua'er's face turned blue, Jiang Xun could only comfort and encourage her non-stop, and kept massaging her with both hands.

Hua'er finally got better, and she pulled out sticky and bloodshot poop.

Only then did Jiang Xun breathe a sigh of relief, Mad, it was like having a baby.

Lie down with Hua'er, Jiang Xun fed her some hot water, and then lay down on the hay and began to rest.

When it was almost dawn, Jiang Xun got up again, grabbed a handful of rice and put it in the pot to cook porridge. When the porridge was ready, he cooked medicine for the plums and flowers. Work till daybreak.

At this time, snowflakes began to fall in the sky again. Jiang Xun looked at the weather outside and did not intend to leave. The road on the mountain was slippery, and it was snowing again at this time. It would be bad if something happened.

The snowflakes were getting bigger and bigger, and some snowflakes drifted in from the ruined temple, and the cold wind blew in.

Although this was much better than before, the dark sky made people feel extremely depressed.

Jiang Xun was halfway through his meal when another person came in from outside the door. He looked up and saw an old man in his 60s and [-]s, staring blankly in front of him, with a bewildered face and tattered clothes. , wearing a felt hat on his head, covered with snowflakes, and holding something in his arms, tightly hugged in his arms, it should be some rations or the like.

Jiang Xun took a look and looked away thinking there was no threat.

After the old man entered the ruined temple, he walked to a corner and sat down lonely. He carefully took out the package from his arms, and there was an inaudible meowing sound from the package.

Jiang Xun gave the old man a surprised look. At this moment, the old man opened the thin package and stared at the contents in a daze, his eyes were dead silent.

"Woooo..."

At this moment, a subdued sob came out of the old man's mouth, and he was seen tightly holding the package with both hands, with blue veins on his hands, crying like a helpless child.

"Master, this is..." Mei Zi looked at the old man and then at Jiang Xun, with doubts on his face.

Jiang Xun lowered his eyes to hide the emotion in his eyes, then put down the bowl in his hand and walked towards the old man.

Sure enough, the old man was holding a newborn child in his arms. The child's skin was abnormally flushed. Jiang Xun reached out and touched the child's forehead, which was scalding.

Jiang Xun was startled, and quickly pulled the child out of the old man's arms. When the old man saw the child being carried away, he immediately ran away, rushing up to tear Jiang Xun apart. Jiang Xun quickly explained, "Uncle, your child has a fever. You have to cool off quickly, and you can't hold it tight anymore."

The old man stopped immediately when he heard that, looked at Jiang Xun in shock, and then knelt down towards Jiang Xun with a snap.

"Big brother, please save my grandson, please, my uncle has nothing left, please, big brother, you can take my uncle's life, please save my grandson..." The old man knelt down and cried bitterly, tears and snot dragging to his mouth.

Jiang Xun quickly helped the old man up: "Uncle, stop kneeling, get up quickly, and help."

When the old man heard Jiang Xun say to help, he quickly got up from the ground, carefully looked at the child in Jiang Xun's arms and asked in a panic: "Brother, my eldest grandson will be fine, right, I'm sorry he lost his mother just after he was born." , it was burning hot, and my hands and feet were frighteningly cold, I really don't know what to do..."

Jiang Xun knew that he didn't even have food at this time, not to mention medicine, which was probably more expensive than gold at this time.

After testing the baby's limbs, Jiang Xun found that the baby's limbs were cold, but his forehead was scalding hot.

At this time, the ruined temple was very cold and windy, so Jiang Xun could only untie the baby's package a little bit, so as not to let him freeze, and then took out a piece of anti-inflammatory medicine from his satchel. He didn't have antipyretic medicine, so he could only Use anti-inflammatory drugs first.

The baby broke off a small piece from an anti-inflammatory drug and fed it to him with warm water.Then he kept wiping his forehead with warm water to cool him down.

After a long time, Jiang Xun took out a thermometer and measured it for him, and the temperature finally dropped. As for Meizi asking him where he got the thermometer, Jiang Xun still pushed it on the gangsters, since they were all dead anyway.

After the high fever came down, the baby no longer slumped, but began to cry. Jiang Xun reheated the morning porridge and gave some to the old man.

The baby was probably hungry, and kept swallowing the thin rice soup fed by the old man. Occasionally, when he choked, the old man would stop and pat the baby's back lightly, with a smile on the corner of his mouth.

Looking at all this, Jiang Xun felt a little moved. This is not the end of the world, and this is why he was willing to save the baby.

The end of the apocalypse is still the darkness of no hope, but this famine is different. The war will end one day, and the famine will always be over one day. Outsiders never dared to have any kindness. For those who are unable to live, death may be a relief.

This baby is different, he might be able to see a prosperous and prosperous world after he survives, instead of endless despair.

The baby started to have a fever again at night, Jiang Xun broke another small piece of anti-inflammatory medicine for the baby, and the old man was busy wiping the baby's forehead with warm water. After working in the middle of the night, the baby finally got rid of the fever again.

The next day, Jiang Xun also fed the remaining piece of anti-inflammatory medicine to the baby. The old man was very grateful. At this time, the anti-inflammatory medicine is like gold, and no one is willing to take it out.

Finally, the baby did not have a fever anymore, and the heavy snow was still falling, as if it would never stop.

Another day passed, and the heavy snow finally stopped, but the mountain was blocked by the heavy snow, and there was no way to go down the mountain for the time being, so we could only stay on the mountain.

And Jiang Xun was running out of food, only 20 yuan compressed biscuits, eight bigu pills, two sweet-scented osmanthus cakes, two big sweet potatoes and the last handful of rice left.

The old man didn't have any food on him, only two pieces of palm-sized wild vegetables mixed with a pancake made of Guanyin soil, which is said to be enough to eat without killing people.

"Uncle, I'm going to go outside to see if there is any food. Do you want to go out with me and have a look?"

Jiang Xun asked the old man, who hesitated for a moment and then looked at the grandson in his arms.

Jiang Xun said again: "You can give the child to Meizi to have a look."

The old man nodded, placed the child on the quilt, and covered him carefully.

Jiang Xun turned to Hua'er and said, "Hua'er, take good care of your younger siblings with Auntie, we will be back soon."

Although Hua'er looks young, she is already 12 years old, and Hua'er is very sensible, so Jiang Xun is also very relieved.

(End of this chapter)