Allow her to be pampered

When Chi Rong returned to the mansion, there were signs of a low-grade fever in the evening. Wu Qingzhi fed her medicine, the western medicine reduced the fever, and the traditional Chinese medicine calmed the nerves, so he sat quietly with her.

She sat at the dining table in a daze for a long time, only staring at a bowl of pale yellow rice soup, feeling that it was hard to swallow.

Everything is unpredictable, who knows that at noon, I was still beaming and going out for the festival, but I encountered such a hellish scene, it is natural to have no appetite.

When the butler heard about this, he only said that he should take care of the master 120 points, and not eating rice would be bad for his stomach, so he ordered the kitchen to cook a small bowl of rice soup, and let the young lady pad his stomach for the time being.

"Chi Rong, don't force yourself to eat." Sitting beside her, Wu Qingzhi said softly.

But Chi Rong shook his head, picked up the porcelain bowl suddenly, and drank the rice soup into his mouth in one gulp: "I want to eat well, study hard, and work hard in the future. I'm not the kind of cowardly person."

Wu Qingzhi sighed slightly.

He saw everything clearly, Chi Rong's hand holding the bowl was shaking.

Wu Qingzhi stepped forward and hugged her gently, their foreheads overlapped and stuck together.

"Chi Rong, are you still scared?"

Chi Rong nodded his head.

"The current situation is turbulent. Malaria is a small thing, and internal and external troubles are big. What happened today will happen again sooner or later."

Wu Qingzhi held her trembling hand, his tone was firm, but his eyes were gentle, "Chi Rong, I will accompany you and protect you, but I can't replace you. The world is cold and warm, and I have to see it with my own eyes." .”

Wu Qingzhi's doting on his wife is not unreasonable.

He wanted to pamper her and pamper her, he only hoped that the ups and downs outside would not keep her from getting drenched, but the world is getting worse and people's hearts are not old, no one can get rid of the vulgarity, let alone escape.

It's not impossible if Chi Rong is to be raised as a sweet wife who doesn't leave home, but Wu Qingzhi doesn't want to.

Chi Rong is not a canary, not those Jiaojiao girls who are full of perfume and powder, she has a bit of carelessness in her body, and she is definitely not willing to be imprisoned in the house.

Wu Qingzhi couldn't bear to adopt her.

Chi Rong bowed her head and listened, feeling chills coming over her body, so she shrank into Wu Qingzhi's arms again.

It's not that she has never seen scenes of beatings and killings. When she was four or five years old, the boy under her second uncle got into a fight, and one of her ears was cut off. The mangled appearance was very bloody. Chi Rong saw it in the yard. Clearly.

But, it's different, it's different everywhere.

The begging man was just begging for a life-saving food for his son... He was already so hungry that he looked skinny, but he could still wield a hatchet.

"Chi Rong, people are like ants, and lives are like grass."

Wu Qingzhi's voice was faint, but powerful.

After saying this, Chi Rong's nose turned sour, and his mouth curled up, tears rolled out of his eyes.

Wu Qingzhi patted the back of her head lightly, and only when Chi Rong was tired from crying did he order someone to take a hot handkerchief to help wipe her teary face.

Chi Rong was dazed and motionless, allowing Wu Qingzhi to fiddle with her face.

Wu Qingzhi thought she was tired, and because she was crying so hard, he didn't pay much attention to it. He just brushed her teeth and washed with her, and helped her into the small study to rest.

After settling down with Chi Rong, Wu Qingzhi sent his servants to wait at the gate of the printing factory to buy newspapers, and prepared to make a call to Fourth Young Master Xiao at the commander's mansion.

Today is a big matter, and neither the newspaper office nor the commander-in-chief's mansion can be idle.

Wu Qingzhi wrote down Fourth Young Master Xiao's phone number in his notebook, so he connected to him, just wanting to find out more details.

Ever since he made a deal with the Shuai's Mansion, the two of them were smiling at the dinner, but they were talking about the price with each other, and they didn't know each other.

Xiao Zishan, the Fourth Young Master, does not put on airs, is unrestrained and straightforward, and wholeheartedly serves the people. Wu Qingzhi has a good impression of him.

The phone only beeped with a busy tone, and after a long time, someone finally picked it up: "This is Shuai Xiao's mansion, may I ask who you are?"

Wu Qingzhi recognized the voice, it was probably Xiao Zishan's adjutant who had shown up at the dinner, so he reported his family name: "I, Wu Qingzhi of Wu's Leather Business, would like to ask if the Fourth Young Master is here."

The man on the other end immediately became respectful: "So it's Boss Wu, and the Fourth Young Master is dealing with reporters. I'll ask him to answer the phone right away!"

Wu Qingzhi waited patiently for the call, but after a while, another male voice answered it again, it was Xiao Zishan: "Boss Wu, I've been waiting for a long time! But what's the matter?"

"Fourth Young Master, I want to ask, do you know the details of the beggar who killed people by the river today?"

Xiao Zishan sighed on the phone, and said in a low voice: "Boss Wu is smart, you must have guessed the truth when you called me. It is indeed not a beggar, but a refugee who fled from the north of the city. I checked the diary of the refugee camp, The family's child has had a high fever for a whole day."

Wu Qingzhi took a breath: "Is it malaria?"

Xiao Zishan's speech was stagnant, and after a long time, he finally spit out two words: "Exactly."

Without waiting for Wu Qingzhi to answer, Xiao Zishan paused for a moment, and then said: "Boss Wu, I have already questioned the security guards, and today's incident happened to you and your wife. It is really not good for me to help the disaster!"

Wu Qingzhi didn't intend to blame at all. Xiao Zishan couldn't stand such a sincere apology, so he just said: "The fourth young master is missing. I know that disaster relief is difficult, so I called to ask how the commander-in-chief's mansion plans to deal with it." The woman?"

"She had close contact with the patient and must be isolated and observed. As for the other person, the perpetrator was her husband, not her. I will try my best to appease and compensate the victim's family."

The meaning of these words is not very obvious, it is plain compassion.

In the face of natural disasters and man-made disasters, only the powerless civilians are the biggest victims. If they are to be severely punished, it will be harsh.

In this way, Wu Qingzhi breathed a sigh of relief, and only thanked: "I thanked Si Shao on behalf of my wife. To tell you the truth, although she was frightened, she couldn't bear the misery of this family. With Si Shao's words, she also Just settle down."

"That's great. Then I'll go to work. May Mrs. Wu be well."

The two of them had no more polite words to say, so they said goodbye and put down the phone.

In summer, the sky is very dark, and it is already seven o'clock, but the sky is still dark and gray, as if covered by a layer of veil, although a few stars are hidden in the sky, but half hidden Now, it seems a little unknown.

The servant who was sent to buy the newspaper after the meal ran back to the mansion panting, and quickly handed the newspaper into Wu Qingzhi's hands. When he unfolded it, the headline read: Refugees flee, Dragon Boat Festival murder!
Things are getting serious.

Wu Qingzhi understands the viciousness of malaria better than anyone else. This plague is far more terrifying than imagined. This hysteria must not be allowed to become even more prevalent!

He fell ill after being bitten by a mosquito on the boat back home, and spent silver dollars like running water to treat his illness.

Using foreign doctors, western medicine quinine, traditional Chinese medicine, and the rarest medicinal materials, it took more than a dozen people to wait on him non-stop, and only then did he save his life.

But the refugees are homeless and have no food to eat, so what should they do.

Thinking of this, a muffled voice called out his name, and when he looked up, it was Chi Rong.

She stood in front of the door of the small study, opened a crack, and said with red eyes, "I can't sleep...can you stay with me for a while?"