C56 Clearing away Fever
C56 Clearing away Fever
"Bring it up to Xiaoyou and tell her to eat the medicine on time." Su Cuiyun handed it to Mu Qingqing and asked her to bring it to Sofia.
Mu Qingqing had a towel in her hand and was drying her hair. He had no intention of picking up the soup.
"Qing Qing, what happened to you recently? Even I, the mother, am unable to control you, right? " Su Cuiyun impatiently sent the steaming hot soup forward with an impatient expression.
Aunt Qiong, who was in the kitchen, heard Su Cuiyun's malicious voice. She looked sideways at Mu Qingqing as she winked at her.
"Achoo!" Mu Qingqing sneezed loudly and leaned forward.
Su Cuiyun was so shocked by Mu Qingqing's actions that she pulled back her hand. The scalding soup dripped onto her hand, making her reflexively throw away her bowl. The medicinal herbs were scattered all over the floor, and the smell of medicine filled the entire living room.
"Are you trying to scald me to death!? You jinx! "Stupid girl!" Su Cuiyun screamed and scolded Mu Qingqing loudly. I told you to do something small and just do it to your mom, you got water in your head. "
Mu Qingqing held onto the marble pillar beside her and looked at her silently.
Su Cuiyun's finger had already reached a certain height, ready to poke Mu Qingqing's head at any time. No one knew what had affected her movements, but she held back at the last moment.
Mu Qingqing raised her eyebrows. She did not argue with Su Cuiyun, nor did she have any verbal communication with her.
"Forget it. Get the hell away from me. What can I expect from you if you can't even do such a small thing?" Su Cuiyun shook the soup off her shoulders and withdrew her hand, cursing under her breath. She turned around and walked back into the kitchen.
She actually didn't hit her. She was even looking forward to see Su Cuiyun make a move so that she could complain to Mu Anren.
"Heh, I'm terrified." Mu Qingqing thought for a moment. Mu Anren's recent actions had probably made Su Cuiyun feel threatened. Now that she was rich, was she afraid that Mu Anren would throw her off?
Aunt Qiong gave Mu Qingqing a meaningful glance and told her to go upstairs, so as not to make Su Cuiyun more angry in the living room.
"What's the use of giving birth to you? You don't do anything all day long." Su Cuiyun was washing her hands with cold water. The fire in her heart was boiling as she poured out all the unpleasant words in one go.
Mu Qingqing felt a chill as she listened to him, so she followed Aunt Qiong's gaze upstairs.
They met Mu Yichen, who was about to go downstairs. Sis, did Mom scold you again? "
"It's nothing, don't worry." Mu Qingqing curled her lips and rubbed her arm. He had just taken a cold bath. It was pretty cold right now.
"Why are you so pale?" Mu Yichen looked at Mu Qingqing's usually white and rosy skin in confusion. At this moment, her skin was completely bloodless.
"It's a little cold, I'll go back to my room first and put on my clothes." Mu Qingqing walked briskly to her room.
"Achoo!" Mu Qingqing sneezed several times and put on a coat, but she still felt very cold. He wrapped a thin blanket around himself and sat cross-legged on the bed.
"It's so cold …" Mu Qingqing breathed in the cold air and gradually felt her body getting hotter.
"She lay down on her back beside her bed and covered herself with the air conditioner. She still felt cold." Mother, it can't be that I have a fever, right? "
Mu Qingqing was in good health. She usually didn't have a cold or fever. If it wasn't for the fever in her previous life, she wouldn't have been able to react in time.
Judging from Su Cuiyun's voice downstairs, they should be eating by now. Aunt Qiong was also at the dining table, and right now her stomach was rumbling with hunger, right? As Mu Qingqing thought of this, she decided not to go downstairs and ask Aunt Qiong to put the medicine in for her.
In a daze, Mu Qingqing closed her eyes and fell asleep. He had a lot of dreams. Sometimes it was the scene of Su Cuiyun smashing noodles on her head, sometimes it was the scene of Mu Xiaoyou pushing her towards the fallen rock in the snowy mountain, and sometimes it was the scene of Zhan Yufei and Mu Xiaoyou's neck entangling.
Nightmares came one after another, but they seemed very real. These were all events that had happened in his past life. Everything seemed to have happened yesterday.
The heat in her forehead was getting stronger and stronger. Mu Qingqing was kicking her legs as she muttered in a low voice.
"Clear, clear little girl." In her trance, Mu Qingqing felt that she had heard Aunt Qiong's voice. It was so familiar, so intimate. She slowly opened her eyes and saw Aunt Qiong's concerned expression.
"Aunt Qiong." Mu Qingqing whispered.
"Little girl, why are you sleeping so early? You haven't even eaten." Aunt Qiong carried a hot bowl of rice upstairs, which was filled with vegetables and fried lean meat. Get up and eat something before you go to sleep. "
"I'm not hungry." Mu Qingqing didn't know how long she had slept, but she felt dizzy and only wanted to fall asleep.
Aunt Qiong had thought of calling Mu Qingqing upstairs for dinner. Su Cuiyun had been waiting in the kitchen downstairs, and her anger had only increased. Aunt Qiong did not want Mu Qingqing and Su Cuiyun to confront each other directly, so she waited until the food got cold. Aunt Qiong took advantage of Su Cuiyun going to Mu Xiaoyou's room and went to the kitchen to heat up the food.
"At least eat a little. Look at how thin you are." Compared to the chubby Mu Xiaoyou, it was like two completely different things. Aunt Qiong's heart ached.
"Aunt Qiong, I'm not feeling well. It's so hot." Before Mu Qingqing fell asleep, she felt cold all over, but now she felt very hot all over. There wasn't even a drop of sweat on her forehead.
"Hot?" Aunt Qiong put down her chopsticks and reached out her hand to touch Mu Qingqing's forehead. Ohh, it's hotter than roasted sweet potatoes! " "Little girl, you have a fever!
"Ah?" Is there a fever? " Mu Qingqing rubbed her head weakly, unable to feel the temperature in her hand. Aunt Qiong, I can't find it. It seems to be more or less the same as usual. "
"Silly girl, don't tell me you have lost your mind?" The temperature is enough to fry eggs. " Aunt Qiong sighed helplessly and glanced at Mu Qingqing reproachfully.
"Aunt Qiong, medicine, I want to take medicine." Mu Qingqing rolled over, but her hands dropped down powerlessly.
"Alright, I'll go get you some medicine." Aunt Qiong tucked Mu Qingqing in before quickly walking down the stairs. He rummaged through the cabinet for medicine.
"Aunt Qiong, what are you doing?" Mu Yichen was getting thirsty and was on his way downstairs to get some water when he saw Aunt Qiong rummaging through her luggage. It was unknown what she was looking for.
"Young master, it's time to clear away the heat. Have you seen the medicine I placed in the cupboard two days ago?" Aunt Qiong had specially brought that herb from her home at the foot of the mountain. She felt that it should be able to cure Mu Qingqing's illness.
"Is it like a pile of grass?" Mu Yichen didn't have much of an impression of the medicine in the cabinet, and Mu Xiaoyou usually didn't feed him medicine, so he was happy and at ease.
"Yes, it looks like grass, but it looks different from grass. The root is dug out." Aunt Qiong gave Mu Yichen a rough description of the shape of the herb. It was quite long.
"It seems like my mother threw it away …" Mu Yichen scratched his head. It was Su Cuiyun who threw it out so early in the morning. Su Cuiyun argued. The broken grass was useless and wasn't Mu Xiaoyou's Chinese medicine, so he threw it all out.
Aunt Qiong's eyes flashed with a trace of pain. That was a very difficult herb to unearth! Now that the herbs were gone, where could she find them for Mu Qingqing?
"Elder sister has a fever, so she should be taking antipyretic drugs, right?" Mu Yichen didn't really know what the various drugs looked like, but he felt that Aunt Qiong's herbs wouldn't be able to save anyone! Didn't Second Sister take medicine a lot? Who knows, maybe she has antipyretic drugs in her medicine box? "
Aunt Qiong snapped out of her daze, patting herself on the head as she hurried upstairs.
"Knock!" Aunt Qiong knocked on Mu Xiaoyou's room door.
"Come in." Su Cuiyun replied calmly as she fed the medicine to Mu Xiaoyou.
"Lady Boss …" When Aunt Qiong saw that Su Cuiyun was feeding Mu Xiaoyou medicine, she couldn't quite put her finger on it.
"What is it?" After having sex with Mu Xiaoyou for a while, Su Cuiyun's anger had mostly dissipated. Her hand holding the medicine had even been smeared with some ointment.
"Little Qing Qing has a fever. Is there any antipyretic drugs on Second Miss's side?" Aunt Qiong asked kindly.
"Darling You You usually takes the prescription made by the Chinese medicine, where did you get the antipyretic drug from?" Su Cuiyun replied evilly as she wiped the medicinal juice on the corner of her lips with a tissue.
"That's right, I don't have a fever, so how would my mom know about antipyretic drugs?" Mu Xiaoyou rolled her eyes at Aunt Qiong, as if looking down on her short hair.
"But, little Qing Qing has a fever. She has to take some medicine." Aunt Qiong rubbed her hands anxiously. She was so anxious that she didn't know what to do.
Su Cuiyun coldly glanced at her. "Aunt Qiong, aren't you being too generous with your responsibilities?" It's just a child's fever, why would they cause such a commotion? Those who don't know better might think that our family has some sort of terminal illness. "
"Lady Boss, Qing Qing is your child. You can't speak carelessly about her." Aunt Qiong waved her hands repeatedly. No matter what, Su Cuiyun shouldn't have said something like that about a child suffering from terminal illness!
"Alright, you can go now. She's just having a fever, and it's not like it's a big deal. A child's resistance is strong, so she might be cured in a moment. " Su Cuiyun poured a spoonful of soup into Mu Xiaoyou's mouth. After a pause, she said, "How could she have a fever when the weather is so hot? Maybe she just went out and sweated for a while."
When Aunt Qiong heard Su Cuiyun's unreasonable words, even an outsider like her felt a chill in her heart. She glanced at Mu Xiaoyou, who was taking her medicine, and finally resisted the urge to say something.
The door closed with a bang. Aunt Qiong couldn't take it anymore and went downstairs to look for more medicine. At this time of night, even the doctor's clinic was closed. It was dark, and only at the foot of the mountain could there be a hospital. At home, only Mu Anren knew how to drive a car, but Mu Anren just drove the car away. Aunt Qiong was anxious, so she had to first apply a cold towel on Mu Qingqing's forehead to cool it.
"Poor child, why is your life so bitter? What kind of mother is this? " Aunt Qiong couldn't stand it any longer. Mu Qingqing was the eldest child of the Mu Family, and the most sensible, even if it didn't affect Su Cuiyun's heart, she didn't know why.