The unlucky guy was reborn as a lucky girl from a farm

"Doctor Zhao, I have no problem making the medicine. Go back to sleep. I'll send it to them when it's done."

"Sleeping is a very important thing now. Health is the most important thing. There will be more and more patients in the future. You have to take good care of yourself."

The aunt felt a little distressed when she saw how sleepy Zhao Jincheng was but trying to stay awake.

Zhao Jincheng knew that his aunt meant well, but he couldn't let her take him there. It was so dark on the road at night that he could hardly see his hand in front of him. It would be terrible if he fell. Besides, one of the patients was a difficult one, so who knew if anything else might happen? If so, his aunt couldn't handle it alone.

Although they are all patients, they are all men. My aunt is a woman and I cannot let her face those people alone.

"I'll go when the medicine is delivered. I can't push all the work onto you."

Under normal circumstances, Zhao Jincheng would never sleep in such an environment, but he really couldn't hold on any longer.

My aunt is usually very good at making medicine and she has become more and more skilled in the past few days.

Zhao Jincheng feels relieved to have his aunt around.

"I'll take a nap. Please wake me up when you're done."

After speaking, he yawned.

Auntie smiled and said, "Okay."

Zhao Jincheng scratched the ground with his feet a few times, kicked away all the pebbles, and lay directly on the ground, not caring whether it was dirty or not, or whether it was bumpy or not.

He lay on his side, put his hands under his head, and fell asleep.

The aunt glanced at Doctor Zhao. If her mother saw this, she would be so heartbroken.

Such a noble person, wearing such nice clothes, looks very elegant, can fall asleep directly on the ground. He must be very tired during this period.

I didn't dare to disturb him, and even slowed down the process of adding firewood to the stove, for fear of waking up Doctor Zhao.

Fortunately, we have Doctor Zhao, otherwise my son’s illness would be so severe that it would be disastrous.

Zhao Jincheng slept soundly, without even dreaming, and just maintained the same posture, without moving.

My aunt had to watch the water in the pot to make sure it didn't boil away, and she had to control the size of the fire properly. She stood up and sat down from time to time, and was very busy.

I also have to check occasionally to see if I have woken up Doctor Zhao.

Finally the medicine was ready and my aunt wiped the sweat from her head.

Zhao Jincheng was sleeping soundly, and I really couldn't bear to wake him up.

The aunt thought that she might as well go and deliver the medicine herself and let him sleep here.

But it is not a good idea to act on your own after being reminded so many times before going to bed.

Standing here pacing back and forth.

Before going to sleep, Zhao Jincheng thought that he would wake up in about an hour and the medicine should be almost ready.

Every time I think like this, there is basically not much difference when I wake up.

It was the same this time. He moved his eyes around a few times but hadn't opened them yet. His eyelids were still a little heavy.

I could hear the incessant sound of footsteps by my ears, with a hint of doubt in the voice, and sometimes when they were closer to me, they would slow down and become softer.

I guessed that my aunt had already prepared everything and was wondering whether to wake me up.

I tried hard to open my eyes a crack, but couldn't help closing them again. I tried again and finally opened my eyes fully.

He supported himself on the ground with one hand.

The other hand was placed under my head, but it was completely numb. After a while, I felt numb and couldn't move at all.

When the aunt saw that he was awake, she stopped pacing and walked closer, "Did I wake you up?"

Zhao Jincheng was still not fully awake. He took a while to react to his aunt's question before answering.

"No no."

Seeing that he looked sleepy, his eyes were confused, and his hair was a little askew, the aunt found it funny and distressing.

This elegant young man, who usually pays great attention to his appearance, looked like this when he woke up. He suddenly thought of his son, whose messy hair looked like a bird's nest after waking up.

"You woke up just in time. The medicine was just prepared. I was still wondering whether I should wake you up."

Zhao Jincheng stood up. His hands were still numb, so he shook them vigorously a few times to get them to heal faster, fearing that the medicine might spill.

"Aunt, if this happens again, please wake me up."

My aunt nodded, "Hey."

"I'll go with you. Three big bowls are pretty heavy."

Zhao Jincheng quickly refused and tried to minimize her contact with people infected with the disease, although she stayed here every day and occasionally communicated with those people.

However, they all wore medicated cloth strips covering their mouths and noses. Even when the medicine was delivered, it was only delivered to the door. She and Erwazi were still healthy, and she could not be allowed to have too much contact with those patients. If she got sick, Erwazi would definitely be infected too, and the consequences would be disastrous.

"I'll go by myself, no problem. Auntie, please go back and accompany Erwazi."

Aunt helped Zhao Jincheng put the medicine into the lunch box.

"Erwazi doesn't need anyone to accompany him. You are already so old. It must be tiring for you to take care of so many patients by yourself. I will go over there and help you with some work."

As he said this, he was about to leave with the lunch box.

Zhao Jincheng quickly held the box down and prevented her from picking it up.

"Aunt, they are all patients. Even if you don't care about yourself, you have to think about the children. Try to have as little contact with them as possible."

My aunt pulled out a strip of cloth from her sleeve.

"I'll be fine if I wear this."

Zhao Jincheng frowned. His aunt did have good intentions, but he must not let her go. It was too dangerous. If she really got sick, there would be no medicine for regret in the world.

"Aunt, wearing this thing doesn't mean you won't get sick. Try to avoid contact with it as much as possible. Go back quickly."

The aunt couldn't argue with Zhao Jincheng, and seeing that he was determined to do so, she didn't want to say anything about going with him. She knew that Doctor Zhao was doing this for her own good and for Erwazi's sake.

"Then I won't go. I'll go back now."

Zhao Jincheng finally breathed a sigh of relief, "Okay."

The aunt turned around and left. Zhao Jincheng watched her figure disappear into the thick night.

I was carrying a lunch box with three large bowls of medicine in it. I couldn't see the road clearly and was afraid of slipping on a stone. I was afraid that I would not get to drink the medicine I had worked so hard to make.

Walking slowly step by step, not daring to shake the food box, I finally arrived at where the three patients were.

They were all asleep, but when I heard their difficult breathing, I knew they were sick.

Zhao Jincheng woke up the first person first, but that person couldn't see clearly who he was. It took him a long time to confirm that it was Doctor Zhao.

"Can you hold the bowl by yourself? Do you have the strength?"

The man took a few breaths and said, "It should be possible."

Zhao Jincheng was afraid that he would show off, so he used his hand to catch the liquid underneath. In case he really couldn't hold it, the whole bowl would not spill.

The sound of gulping down medicine entered Zhao Jincheng's ears. He took the bowl and put it back.

The second patient was woken up and took the medicine smoothly.

When it came to the third person, I felt a bit troubled.

I pushed hard, but there was no response.