She felt that her brain was really broken. Tang Yazi fell ill in bed, but she was still so excited and happy, ugh!

Walking into the house, the light suddenly dimmed.

A strange smell also hit my nose.

Damp, musty smell, mixed with a strong smell of sweat...

When her eyes got used to the light, Yang Ruoqing saw that the room was also bare.

In addition to a bed for sleeping, a small wardrobe with peeling paint next to the bed was the wooden basin on the ground in the corner.

Besides, I really can’t find any other furniture or daily necessities.

The light was so dark, it turned out that the windows on the front and back were blocked by a screen.

Yang Ruoqing shook her head secretly. There was no ventilation, and the sun couldn't shine in. If she lived in such an environment for a long time, her iron-clad body would fall ill!

"Tangyaozi, wake up. Girl Qing is here to see you!"

Blacksmith Luo's back was a little hunched over, and he was leaning over calling Luo Fengtang.

There was no movement from the people on the bed, only the sound of irregular breathing could be heard.

Yang Ruoqing walked straight towards the bed.

Luo Fengtang lay on the bed, tilting his head and exposing his face.

He closed his eyes tightly and frowned, as if he was experiencing a very painful dream.

His face was red and the area around his mouth was dry and cracked.

Yang Ruoqing touched his forehead, it was hot, and even his breath was like fire.

Her heart clenched.

"Uncle Luo, Tang Yazi has a fever. It may be a wound infection. Someone taught me how to treat a wound infection. I'll do it for him. Can you help me?"

There was no time to waste, Yang Ruoqing turned to Blacksmith Luo beside her.

Blacksmith Luo was surprised and looked at Yang Ruoqing.

He also heard about some of the things this girl did after she recovered from her madness.

She took her nephew to do tofu business to make money, and he knew about it.

This girl is capable and worthy of trust.

Blacksmith Luo nodded simply: "Okay, girl Qing, you can do whatever you want!"

"good!"

Yang Ruoqing said that this unconditional trust made her have a deeper affection for the men of the old Luo family.

"Uncle Luo, go and find me a bowl of wine first. The stronger the better. Then go boil a pot of hot water!"

"There are ready-made knives at home, I'll go get them!"

After a while, the wine was brought over, and Blacksmith Luo went to the kitchen to heat hot water.

In the room, Yang Ruoqing sat sideways beside the bed.

Luo Fengtang's high fever persisted due to wound infection.

What she has to do now is to disinfect his wound, clean it again, and then apply medicine.

Then, help him cool down his fever.

There are no antipyretics and can only be reduced by physical means.

Soon, Blacksmith Luo brought a basin of hot water and placed it next to the bed.

Yang Ruoqing looked around and couldn't find a clean handkerchief.

Gritting her teeth, she had no choice but to tear off another piece of her clothes and use it as a veil.

"Uncle Luo, please help me take off his pants and I'll wash his wounds."

Yang Ruoqing rolled up her sleeves and soaked the handkerchief in hot water.

Blacksmith Luo hesitated for a moment, with a look of embarrassment on his face.

"Girl Qing, how do you clean it up? You tell me and I will do it. Is that okay?"

It's not that he's afraid of his nephew's butt being looked at. For a boy, let alone having his butt looked at, there's nothing wrong with it!

But he has to be responsible for Yang Sandi’s daughter!

If a girl is allowed to see a boy's butt, how will she behave if word spreads?

Hearing Blacksmith Luo's words, Yang Ruoqing smiled slightly and shook her head.

"This is delicate work. I'm afraid, Uncle Luo, that if you can't do it well, the infection will become more serious. I'll do it myself!"

She twisted the veil 70% dry and turned around, "Yesterday on the mountain, I also applied the medicine on him. Saving people is the most important thing, put everything else aside!"

Blacksmith Luo was startled for a moment, he didn't expect this little girl from the old Yang family to be so understanding of justice!

What a good girl!

"If it works, then it's all your fault, girl Qing!"

"Forehead……"

Yang Ruoqing was ashamed.

If it weren't for her, Tang Yazi wouldn't have to suffer this fate.

She took care of him, it was only natural and natural!

"Let's do it!" she said.

Blacksmith Luo nodded and took off Luo Fengtang's pants, exposing the wound area.

She was afraid that Yang Ruoqing would be embarrassed if she was here alone.

"I'll cook some porridge for Tang Yazi. He'll eat it when he wakes up."

With these words, Blacksmith Luo hurried out of the house and went to the kitchen to work.

In the room, Yang Ruoqing was concentrating on cleaning Luo Fengtang's wounds without any distractions.

Unwrap yesterday's bandage and wash it first with a handkerchief dipped in hot water.

Then, dip the knife in strong alcohol to disinfect the wound.

The moment the wound was smeared with strong alcohol, the rotting flesh made a subtle 'sizzling' sound.

It's like pouring a few drops of water into a hot oil pan, it's sour and sour...

As a result, Luo Fengtang, who was originally asleep, suddenly tensed up, and then started to tremble slightly.

There was a muffled groan in his mouth, and his facial features wrinkled together.

"Tangyaozi, be patient for a while and it'll be fine..."

Yang Ruoqing softened her voice and carefully wiped his wounds with a handkerchief soaked in strong alcohol.

Even so, his body could not help but tremble.

"I'll blow it on you and it won't hurt anymore..."

Leaning down, she blew gently, disinfecting him while blowing.

It seemed to be of some use, and his body slowly relaxed.

By the time the disinfection was completed, her hands were numb and her cheeks were sore.

He reapplied the medicine neatly, and then pulled a piece of clean cloth to bandage his wound.

The next step is to physically cool him down.

Physical cooling is very simple, just take off his shirt.

The hot water is exchanged for wine, dip it in a handkerchief and wring it dry.

Wipe it carefully on his back, armpits, and palms to open the pores naturally.

Yang Ruoqing picked up the water basin in front of her bed, left the house and went to the kitchen, intending to replace it with a basin of clean hot water.

…

Luo Fengtang had a very long dream.

In the dream, he returned to Zuojiao Peak again.

He and Qing'er stood on the edge of the cliff. A strong mountain wind blew by. Qing'er slipped and fell down the cliff...

"Qing'er..."

He yelled and rushed forward, but only tore off a piece of her sleeve.

He was anxious and jumped down.

The bottom of the cliff was completely white, and his body broke the branches protruding from the cliff.

'Poof!'

He fell into a cold pool.

The bone-chilling water spread from all sides, pouring in from his mouth and nose, causing his limbs to feel tingling cold and heart-wrenching pain!

He rolled and fluttered in the water, looking for Qing'er's figure...

The picture suddenly turned, and in front of us was an overwhelming sea of ​​fire, and the sky and the earth were all red.

He felt that every inch of his flesh was about to burst from the fire, and every bone was about to be burned into scorched earth.
Chapter completed!