C12 Fever

Zhang Chunhua looked fierce, the fat on her face trembled, "I was wondering why the Village Head always sided with you, you shameless b * stard must be the one who crawled across the Village Head's bed!" You have a mother and no mother to teach you, so you should go soak in a pig cage! "

Could this woman be sick?

Zhuang Qing frowned in disgust. She didn't want to waste her time with Zhang Chunhua here. She wanted to go around it, but Zhang Chunhua moved to the side and blocked her.

After going back and forth a few times, Zhuang Qing flew into a rage as she gritted her teeth and shouted, "If a good dog doesn't block my way, then scram!"

Zhang Chunhua had been gobbled down three or four times a day, but this time he completely exploded. He screamed hysterically, "You little b * stard, you still dare to scold me!?" Let's see if this old lady will properly teach you a lesson today! "

Her thick palm suddenly came slapping down!

Zhuang Qing hastily retreated, and accidentally stepped on a stone and staggered a few steps back, almost falling into the paddy field behind her. Without waiting for her to stabilize herself, Zhang Chun Hua rushed forward and gave her a hard push.

For a moment, the sky spun and the earth rumbled. Zhuang Qing's entire body rolled into the paddy field, covered in wet mud. The crops had been soaked in compost, and the extremely stinky smell rushed into her brain. Zhuang Qing was smoked for a few mouthfuls, and by reflex, she started to retch.

Zhang Chunhua saw her bedraggled appearance, but ignored it and continued to laugh loudly as she walked away. She picked up the basket first. The bamboo basket was not waterproof and it was also filled with a lot of mud. She steeped the rice and meat that she specially picked into a mess, making her nose a little sore.

A gust of wind made her sneeze.

The sun was setting, and the old and young men who had returned to the village with their hoes saw that while she was in a sorry state, the mud had wet her body, making it hard for them to move their feet. A few of them even whistled, faintly wanting to walk over. Caution rose in Zhuang Qing's heart as she carried the bamboo basket all the way home.

As she reached the door, it swung open. The two of them almost collided.

Seeing that she hadn't been back for a long time, Xie Xiang saw that the sky was about to turn dark. He was worried that a girl might run into some trouble outside, so he prepared to go out and look for her. Who knew that the moment the door opened, Zhuang Qing would rush home with a basket in her arms, her body covered in filth.

"What's going on?" Anger rose in his heart.

It wasn't that Zhuang Qing hadn't been bullied and humiliated, she could have endured the humiliation for a while before reporting back. But when she met the man's dark and cold eyes, her voice was choked with sobs, "I think …" "Let's wash first."

"Let me get you some water." Xie Xiang nodded and swept a glance at Zhuang Qing's wet yet firm curves from the corner of his eye. Unconsciously, he felt his Adam's apple roll. In order to soak himself in the medicinal bath, he boiled a huge pot of hot water. Even though his shoulder was injured, Xie Xiang still insisted on helping her mix the bath water with a single hand.

Since she could not use it, Zhuang Qing had to wash her own herbs a few times before she managed to suppress the stench of the compost with the smell of the herbs. She put on her clothes and went out. Xie Xiang was waiting outside, and after standing there for who knows how long, her eyes met the man's deep gaze.

"Let me help you clean it." He took the cloth from her and wiped her wet black hair.

Zhuang Qing paused, "Thank you."

Xie Xiang lowered his eyes, and Zhuang Qing's eyes were just inches away from him. His cheeks were slightly hot from the shower, his lips were red, his teeth were white, and his eyes were clear and clean. Such a unique charm was quietly imprinted in his eyes.

After drying his hair, Xie Xiang boiled some ginger soup for her to drink. The relationship between the doctor and the patient seemed to be reversed.

At night, Zhuang Qing still insisted on making a bed, but no matter how Xie Xiang tried to persuade him, he was unwilling to do so.

"Your poison is still there. You must not feel cold, much more than me. Stop fighting. I have always been in good health."

After she finished speaking, she rolled up her blanket and fell asleep with incomparable determination. Perhaps it was because he was tired, but soon, he heard even breathing.

Xie Xiang couldn't rest at ease and didn't fall asleep even after tossing and turning. He woke up in the middle of the night and wanted to quietly carry her to bed.

Unexpectedly, the moment his hand touched Zhuang Qing's shoulder, he felt that it was extremely hot.

His expression changed as he hastily extended his hand towards Zhuang Qing's forehead.

It was boiling hot!