Prodigal Son of the Ming Dynasty

  Chapter 620 Recovery from serious illness

  The crowd hurriedly carried Fang Jinglong to the tents of the patients.

  This place was originally a place that no one paid attention to. There were more than a dozen large tents, each with dozens of people. There were only simple beds inside, and the sewage was flowing. No one was willing to take care of them.

   The desperate soldiers have nothing to do but howl.

   But at this time, countless people rushed in.

  These military officers, who were rarely seen, entered the big tent one by one solemnly, and people packed the bed for Fang Jinglong. At this moment, many patients realized that a big man had arrived.

   But when they knew that the person who came was Ping Xi, many people were shocked.

  Mr. Liu remained silent from beginning to end.

  She knew very well what her husband wanted.

  Of course you can't wrap your body in horse leather, but at least you have to achieve some loyalty.

  It is true that every general, blood-stained on the battlefield, can be called loyal to the country and the people, but people always have flesh and blood, people have justice, and they also have personal feelings.

  And everything Fang Jinglong did was also for his son.

  For his flesh and blood, that young man who is thousands of miles away and connected by flesh and blood.

   Sitting in front of the sickbed, Mrs. Liu held Fang Jinglong's hand, which was very cold.

Mrs. Liu leaned over to touch Fang Jinglong's forehead, which was hot. It seemed that Fang Jinglong was still a little bit unwilling. He woke up from the fainting just now. He tried hard to open his eyes, but he couldn't open them, only his lips Creeping gently.

Liu's eyes flashed, and his lips pressed against Fang Jinglong's ear, and said in a low voice: "Don't worry, even if you lose your life, I will take care of Ji Fan and make him worry-free. If your loyalty is not enough to influence the court, Then, there is me, it is not enough for you to die in Guizhou, I will also die in Guizhou, either on the battlefield or in the camp..."

  Fang Jinglong's shriveled mouth squirmed unwillingly, as if he was relieved because he listened to Liu's words kindly, and began to breathe more evenly, and fell asleep peacefully.

Dressed in military uniform, Mrs. Liu got up, glanced left and right, and said to the officers: "Nowadays, the epidemic is raging, and the guards are in panic. At this time of panic, if there is a slight change, the sky will collapse. Now Pingxihou is seriously ill and bedridden. From now on, I will rest and recuperate in this camp for the time being, and I will wait for Pingxi to inspect the camps!"

  Everyone said: "Madam..."

Mrs. Liu is an unusual wife. In Guizhou, she has always been assisting Ping Xihou as a wife. Many of her ideas come from Mrs. Liu. In addition, she has a very high prestige among the natives. At the beginning, she was not convinced by this native woman, and this woman was born as a traitor, but gradually, she became convinced. Now that at such a critical moment, Ping Xihou was seriously ill, he still asked his wife to patrol the camps to calm people's hearts , the military officers were deeply touched and said: "Madam, the humble people can do it for you, no ma'am..."

Mrs. Liu said seriously: "I heard that every time the Ming army guards against a major epidemic, they are people with ulterior motives, plotting wrongdoing, and creating chaos. Be more careful, this is the responsibility of the Pingxi Marquis Mansion, there is a saying among you Han people, I don’t know if I understand it right, it’s called only vessels and names, you can’t be fake people; this is my duty!”

   As he said, Mrs. Liu left a few personal guards and led them out of the tent. On that day, he inspected several large camps, visited the wounded and sick soldiers, learned about the number of deaths and infections in each camp, and comforted the military officers in various camps...

Thanks to Mrs. Liu's inspection, the battalions that were almost paralyzed due to the epidemic finally regained some of their army appearances, set up sentry posts again, healthy soldiers resumed their drills, and the sick who had no one to take care of them began to fight. Arrange for someone's care.

   After inspecting several large camps around Guiyang, the Liu family will lead people to set off tomorrow and the next day to inspect the southern guards.

It is the place where most of the natives are entrenched, intertwined with the members of the Liu clan. On the one hand, patrolling there is to appease the natives of the Liu clan, lest some of the natives see that the Ming army is weak and instigate a conspiracy. Live in the officers and soldiers of each guard to prevent slack in the army. Not only that, but to the south, the tribes that the Liu family belonged to stretched across the mountain villages. These hundreds of thousands of tribesmen were scattered in the vast mountainous area, adjacent to the Annan Kingdom. They went here to prevent the Annan people from taking advantage of the chaos.

  Although the Annan people would never dare to aggressively attack Daming, but their wolf ambitions will inevitably create troubles and take the opportunity to encroach on the territory of Ming.

   Exhausted, Mrs. Liu returned to the barracks where Fang Jinglong was. Here, because of Fang Jinglong's arrival, many patients began to receive better treatment, and even the environment where the sewage flowed was greatly relieved.

Mrs. Liu has not had a good night's sleep for more than ten days, and her face is exhausted. Thinking of going on a long journey tomorrow, Fang Jinglong will be left here. This parting, the husband and wife may be separated from life and death from now on, Mrs. Liu suddenly thought , I am a woman after all, but at this time, I have to be stronger than anyone else, and my heart is like a knife.

   "It's not good." The guard who took care of Fang Jinglong said in fear: "Master Hou can't breathe."

   Sure enough, Fang Jinglong was breathing heavily, as if he was about to suffocate, and his body was twitching.

  Ms. Liu's face turned pale with fright, but she was at a loss.

The doctors came in a hurry, and one doctor had a pale face after seeing the doctor: "What kind of medicine is Hou Ye using? It's also a lot heavier, my breath is disordered, and my condition has become more severe than before. The student called so many times, but Master Hou didn't respond, and I'm afraid he even lost his hearing."

  The doctor saluted Mrs. Liu: "Madam, I'm afraid...we won't make it through tonight, so let's prepare for the funeral early."

It was already late at night, and there were only dimly lit candles flickering in the tent, making Liu's face flickering, and Liu's face was grim. She didn't say anything, just sat on the couch, holding Fang Jinglong hand, silent.

   This night was extremely long.

  Among the black lights and blind flames, there are only occasional moans of pain from the nearby sick bed.

  Ms. Liu's mind is completely confused. After dawn, she is about to set off, but now, she has to wait for her husband to die completely.

  My own hot hands can't warm Fang Jinglong's cold hands no matter what.

Mrs. Liu sighed in her heart, grief came from her heart, but she still insisted on it. She is Mrs. Pingxi Hou, ordered by the court, her husband, has a family, this family, the husband can no longer support it, she must support it, This is the husband's last wish, and she must keep her promise to him.

   Wait until dawn.

  The rooster, who came from nowhere, crowed.

   Mrs. Liu got up groggy.

  Suddenly, a voice said: "Hungry, do you have porridge?"

   "..."

   Mrs. Liu was silent for a while.

  She subconsciously thought it was the voice of the attendant who was here with her.

  But there was a hand that was powerlessly resting on her waist: "I'm hungry."

   "..."

   It was… it was… his voice.

  At this time, there is only a faint light from the morning sun outside the account.

  Mr. Liu's heart jumped into her throat.

   She thought it was a dream.

   "Hold the lamp, hold the lamp." Liu shouted.

  The attendant was sleeping, and when he heard Madam's call, he almost jumped up, so he hurriedly fetched a fire pocket and went to light a candle.

  When the candles lit up, Mrs. Liu saw Fang Jinglong's face.

  Fang Jinglong's face was sallow.

  But...he opened his eyes.

   There was neither heavy breathing nor any pain, but calm, very calm, just like an ancient well without waves.

"you…"

   Subconsciously, Liu hurriedly touched Fang Jinglong's forehead.

  On the forehead...cold...

  Happiness flashed across Liu's eyes...

  High fever...It actually subsided.

  Mr. Liu looked at Fang Jinglong in disbelief.

But Fang Jinglong was very weak, and he said angrily: "I... had a dream, dreaming that I had been hungry for a thousand years, and there was a big steamed pancake in front of me, but I couldn't eat it, I was so hungry, hurry up, find something to eat come."

   "You... you're all right."

   "I can't die!" Fang Jinglong resumed his chatter.

   But at this time, Liu Shi was crying, and the beauty of crying turned pale, and the pain pierced his heart.

   After holding on for so long, when Fang Jinglong suddenly recovered, he cried so hard that the entire camp could hear Liu's crying.

   Pitiful for the countless injuries and illnesses in this tent, they finally fell into a drowsy sleep, but at this moment they all woke up with a start.

   "Jifan's medicine...his medicine..." Liu burst into tears, and the crystal clear tears fell on Fang Jinglong's face: "His medicine has miraculous effects..."

   "Jifan's medicine..." Fang Jinglong opened his eyes, joy flashed across his eyes.

  He originally thought that it was his strong physical fitness that made him survive.

  But it turned out to be...

"This medicine... and... it's shipped hundreds of catties." Liu patted Fang Jinglong's heart lightly, revealing a woman's tenderness, as if because her man came back alive, she could feel at ease to be one. The little girl behind the man, even her voice was a little softer.

   "Really...really..." Fang Jinglong naturally realized what it means to wait for a medicine that can reduce his fever overnight.

   How many old brothers will be saved by this.

  The military horses of the Ming Dynasty will no longer be afraid of this terrible malaria.

   But at this time, they heard Hou Ye's hungry attendant, and hurriedly fetched a bowl of porridge and water.

   This is the most common sweet potato porridge, the main ration in the army.

  Fang Jinglong smelled the aroma of porridge water from a distance, and was already salivating.

  Don't care so much, with Liu Shi's help, he sat up, and then, Liu Shi personally fed him porridge.

  Fang Jinglong almost drank this bowl of porridge.

   With this disease, for half a month, even after eating something, he vomited out quickly, his stomach was empty, and after a mouthful of hot porridge, Fang Jinglong seemed to have recovered, and couldn't help saying: "It smells so good!"

  ...

  I was sick a few days ago, and forgot to express my gratitude to the 38th leader SH1T-JD. I am very grateful to SH1T-JD, thank you.

  (end of this chapter)