ungrateful

The author has something to say: Fourteen: I believe your nonsense! ——to feast on the Huai River.Tomorrow is a day off as usual, (づ￣3￣)づ

The doctor said that Yan Huai's wind-cold disease could be cured within seven days at most, but after more than ten days passed, Yan Huai's disease not only did not improve, but also coughed worse.

It was better when I fell asleep at night. When I woke up during the day, I often coughed as if my internal organs were about to be coughed out. .

Yan's family is in the business of medicinal materials, and the second master of Yan has some medical knowledge. He didn't think how severe the wind-cold cough was, but now he was taken aback. He came to visit Yanhuai's yard every morning to see Yanhuai's disease Looking sick, he hurriedly asked the housekeeper to invite the doctor to come to the house for a follow-up consultation.

But two doctors were invited to come over, but they couldn't find out what was wrong. Yan Huai's pulse was steady and strong, and he really didn't look like a patient who was so sick.

The two doctors looked at each other, and told the second master Yan honestly: "This... the second son doesn't seem to have a sick pulse."

Yan Huai over there suddenly burst into a heart-piercing cough. Ji An was waiting to hear what the two doctors had to say about Yan Huai's illness. Yan Huai poured a bowl of warm water and carefully fed it to Yan Huai: "Master, slow down."

The second master Yan felt even more distressed when he heard it, and gave a big gift to the two doctors: "You two Xinglin, if you say you are not sick, why does the dog keep coughing like this? Please ask the two to cut all the pulses again, so that you can take a look That's right."

The movement of the cough was really frightening, and the two doctors couldn't believe it. They stepped forward to check the pulse again, very carefully, but the final conclusion was that the pulse was normal.

If you can’t get a diagnosis, you can’t prescribe the right medicine, but you have to prescribe the medicine. In the end, you can only choose a mild and nourishing prescription. One person wrote one. After the two doctors discussed it, they decided on one and gave it to Yan Erye to grab the medicine. went.

Watching the housekeeper send the two doctors away, Yan Huai coughed for a while with a handkerchief, and stretched out his hand to grab the second master Yan: "Father, I'm fine, my sister-in-law is about to give birth, don't write a letter from home to tell my mother, and make her worry for nothing." .”

Second Master Yan is very calm and able to handle things, but his youngest son is his weakness.

He married Mrs. Yan and had a son, and respected each other as guests. The relationship between husband and wife has always been very good. When Mrs. Yan was pregnant with Yan Huai, the mother and child made him worry for a while. , so Second Master Yan became more pampered to Yan Huai.

He sat on the bed, frowning tightly: "Why are you fine? Look at how thin you are! Didn't you eat well?"

Yan Huai smiled and waved his hands: "No, Ping An looks at me all day long, even if I miss a bite."

Second Master Yan asked Ji An to ask, "What did your young master eat this morning?"

In fact, Ji An had a hard time these days.

Originally, he was relieved to hear that Yan Huai's illness was not serious, but now that Yan Huai's illness is getting worse, the doctor still can't see anything, and he is worried almost every day.

He had nightmares a few times, in which he seemed to be back when he was a child, the house at home was leaking everywhere in winter, his father was seriously ill on the bed, coughing one after another, he ran over to pour water for his father He came to drink, but when he lifted the quilt to take a look, what was revealed was Yan Huai's face.

Gray and sickly, as if lifeless.

He tremblingly stretched out his hand to push Yan Huai, wanting to wake him up, but felt coldness in his hand.

Every time Ji An wakes up from such a dream, looking at Yan Huai who is sleeping peacefully beside him, he always feels palpitations subconsciously, and carefully stretches out his hand to touch Yan Huai's breath, in order to wake up completely from the nightmare.

He secretly cried a few times, not daring to let Yan Huai know.

I also cried the night before, and now I can still see that my eyes are a little red and swollen when I look closely, so I had to walk two steps forward with my head down, and replied to the second master's words: "Master...Young master only drank a bowl of porridge."

Second Master Yan immediately showed some unhappy expressions, and ordered people to make soup to make up for Yan Huai, and then nagged Yan Huai: "You are sick, eat more to get better."

However, Yan Huai was a little absent-minded.

Although Ji An lowered his head, he still saw something wrong with Ji An's eyes.

So after Second Master Yan finished nagging, Yan Huai said that he was tired and wanted to rest for a while, leaving only Ji An in the room to wait on him, but he stopped lying down when the door was closed, and called people to him, Look carefully at Ji An's eyes: "Are you crying?"

Ji An pursed his lips and shook his head: "No."

However, with his swollen eyes, he was really not convincing.

With a little effort, Yan Huai took Ji An's wrist and pulled him into his arms: "It's my fault that I scared you, An An, I promise I'll be fine, okay?"

The pine wood scent that Yan Huai used to smell good in the past few days has become a bitter and astringent bitter smell. Ji An felt sad when he smelled it, and his nose became sore after being coaxed by Yan Huai like this: "But the young master keeps coughing."

"The cough will be fine."

"But the doctors don't know what disease the young master has, and they can't prescribe medicine."

"An'an forgot? I will see a doctor too. They don't know how to treat them. I know."

"But..." Ji An stretched out his arms and hugged Yan Huai's neck, leaned limply in Yan Huai's arms, and whispered, "But I'm afraid the young master won't be able to cure him, he will..."

He didn't finish, but Yan Huai could understand, and hugged him tighter: "Will you die? No, An An, if I'm so sick, I won't dare to hug you again."

However, this sentence irritated Ji An. He had been terrified for days, and finally couldn't bear to cry. He burrowed into Yan Huai's arms and said, sobbing, "I don't want it, even if the young master is sick, I don't want it." Push me away, young master... if young master... if... I will accompany young master..."

The most worrying thing still happened, Yan Huai sighed in his heart, clasped the second knuckle of his index finger with his thumb and rubbed it twice, then patted Ji An on the back to coax him: "Good boy, we will all live well Yes, I have to teach An An to recognize the names of herbal medicines, right?"

Ji An hugged Yan Huai for a while before he gradually calmed down, his nose was suffocated from crying, and he spoke in a low voice: "Master, don't lie to me."

He was crying too hard, and his head was in a mess. He didn't realize that the normal person who was coughing just now and was about to pass out didn't cough at all, and he didn't look uncomfortable after talking for so long, only sticking out a little thumb , Stubbornly said: "To pull the hook."

Yan Huai was amused by his stubborn appearance, wiped away Ji An's tears with a clean handkerchief, and then said to him with fingers: "Lagougou, don't lie to An'an, just like An'an, okay?"