sjar Chapter 751: Lost all shape
Chapter 751: Lost all shape
Jiang Fubao staggered and his eyes widened.
"Where is he? Where is Brother Bujiu? Everyone from the clinic has gone to check on him. Is it useless?" As she spoke, her chest heaved violently and even her legs went weak. Pan Erya and Xue Huan hurriedly supported her.
"In Lianshan Town, in order to make it easier for the doctors at Ren'ai Medical Clinic to see him, he was sent back at the beginning of the month. He has been lying in the home of Director Dong ever since..." Before he could finish his words, Jiang Fubao got on the carriage.
"Shi Tou, hurry up, go back to Lianshan Town, quickly--" Jiang Fubao roared for the first time, his eyes were a little red, and even the blue veins on his temples were clearly visible.
Pan Shitou quickly whipped the whip.
The horse felt pain and ran forward quickly.
They returned to Lianshan Town before dark.
There was no time to go home, so Jiang Fubao asked Pan Shitou to park the carriage at Sanshan School.
After getting off the carriage, she didn't care about anything else, knocked on the door and ran in quickly.
It was just getting dark and Dong Wei was still awake. He couldn't sleep either. His grandson had been in a coma for a month and still hadn't woken up. His already gray hair suddenly turned all white. Dong Qingyuan also returned to the Dong family to take care of her son. Meng Zhili wanted to come back, but there were too many things going on in the government office and he couldn't get away.
The entire Dong family was shrouded in a dark cloud, and there was no smiling face on the servants, including the doorman.
No, the doorman did. When he saw that it was Jiang Fubao knocking on the door, he laughed so hard that he almost cried.
"Miss Fubao, the young master is in his room, don't go to the wrong place." The doorman shouted at Jiang Fubao's back.
"Okay——" Jiang Fubao replied.
Jiang Fubao ran to Meng Bujiu's yard in one go, and without even catching his breath, he pushed open the door and went in.
"Fubao? You, you're back? Fubao, go and see what happened to Buju, he, wuwuwu." Dong Qingyuan, who had been guarding her son, burst into tears the moment she saw Jiang Fubao. She cried so hard that she was out of breath and could not speak. This made Jiang Fubao heartbroken.
The last time my godmother cried like this was when my godfather was sick.
As the wife of the prefect, my godmother has always been dignified when she is outside. She would never have acted like this if the person she cares about most was not in danger of his life.
It seems that Brother Bujiu is seriously injured.
"Godmother, don't worry, I'm back. Don't cry. If brother Bujiu hears you, he will be worried and it won't be good for him." Jiang Fubao didn't have time to coax her. He just said one sentence and came to the bedside.
However, when she saw Meng Bujiu's face, her heart ached.
In just one month, I lost so much weight?
The skin on his face was covering the bones. His already tall nose became even straighter without the support of the cheek flesh, reaching straight up into the sky. It looked very strange. His lips were bloodless and dry with a layer of dead skin. His eyes were closed tightly. If it weren't for the breathing sound at the tip of his nose, she would have thought...
Jiang Fubao's eyes turned red unconsciously.
She took Meng Bujiu's wrist out from under the quilt and took his pulse.
Dong Qingyuan covered her mouth and dared not cry for fear of disturbing her.
Mother-in-law Dong Weirong also heard the noise and came over.
Three people stood by and stared at Jiang Fubao eagerly.
"Godmother, why don't you send someone to find me?" After the examination, Jiang Fubao breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, brother Bujiu could still be saved. All he had to do was to slowly clear the blood clots in his brain with silver needles.
"I looked for you, but couldn't find you. There was a flood there and we had no idea where you were. Your godfather sent three teams to look for you at full speed, but they couldn't find you." Dong Qingyuan said while wiping her tears.
"It's all my fault. When I saw the flood, I took a detour. Oh, godmother, it's all my fault. If I had waited where I was, I would have returned long ago and wouldn't have..." Jiang Fubao felt a little guilty.
"Don't talk nonsense. What does it have to do with you? You did nothing wrong." Dong Wei and Dong Qingyuan said in unison.
"Fubao, how is the young master?" Granny Rong asked anxiously.
"There is blood clot in the brain, which needs to be cleared with silver needles. It may take half a year or a month at most. I will do my best. How has your brother eaten these days?" Jiang Fubao couldn't bear to look at him again.
Meng Bujiu was too thin, completely different from what he looked like when she left.
Her voice sounded a little nasal and her vision became blurry and misty.
"He was unconscious the whole time and couldn't eat. Fortunately, your disciples came to see him every day, checked his pulse, and prescribed nourishing medicine to keep him alive. He only drank half a bowl of the two bowls he was supposed to drink, so he managed to hold on until you came back."
Dong Qingyuan couldn't stop crying. She almost thought she was going to lose her only child.
"I'm sorry, godmother." Jiang Fubao blamed himself again.
She shouldn't have changed route.
She didn't expect Meng Bujiu to encounter such a thing, and it also sounded a wake-up call for her. Grandpa and grandma are old, and if they go on a long journey, they must write a letter back every time they arrive at a place, and the letter must clearly state where her next stop is, otherwise if something happens at home, they won't be able to find her.
There are no mobile phones here.
If she came back and encountered a similar situation, or if her grandparents didn't live to see her return, she couldn't imagine how devastated she would be.
"Fubao, don't always take the blame on yourself. This has nothing to do with you. Don't say that." Dong Qingyuan said in a crying voice.
Jiang Fubao nodded and said nothing more. She kept the golden needle in her carriage all the time, just in case anyone got sick on the road so she could help treat the illness.
Xue Huan and Pan Erya followed in. Xue Huan happened to be holding a medicine box with the golden needles inside.
"Miss, I was afraid you would need golden needles, so I brought the medicine box." She said breathlessly.
"Okay, open it. I just need it."
Xue Huan didn't expect Jiang Fubao really wanted to use golden needles, and was glad that she brought the medicine box.
A quarter of an hour later, Jiang Fubao washed his hands and began to clear the blood clots for Meng Bujiu. After a while, Meng Bujiu's head was covered with golden needles, like a hedgehog.
Seeing their son and grandson like this, Dong Wei and his daughter were heartbroken.
"Okay, I'll come again tomorrow morning. I'll go back to the clinic to get the medicine. I just looked at the tonic prescription they wrote, and there are a few ingredients missing. I'll get them ready and have someone bring them over. Boil them into three bowls, and you can always drink one bowl, three times a day. Remember, don't miss even one." Brother Bujiu's pulse was really too weak.
She had just given several injections at the most painful acupuncture points, but Brother Bujiu did not wake up. In order to save his life, she could only continue to keep him alive with medicine.
After saying that, Jiang Fubao left the Dong family.
Half an hour later, Pan Erya brought the medicine personally.
A whole bag.
The maid who was in charge of decocting the medicine was shocked to see that there was a whole ginseng root in each packet of medicine.
This kind of large ginseng would be sold for at least a hundred taels outside.
How much silver would it cost to pack so many bags?
She thought her masters all knew about this, so she didn't say anything. However, Dong Wei and Dong Qingyuan didn't know that Jiang Fubao had used up all the ginseng stock in the shop, and even bought ginseng from all the pharmacies and clinics in Lianshan Town.