Chapter 429
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Gu Qingyao examined him. He had a fever and a cold. It was too serious. He was so young. If he continued to have a fever, his brain would be damaged.
She quickly took out some medicine from her small bag and fed it to him. Ever since she had the interspace, Gu Qingyao had become accustomed to carrying a small satchel with her. She could take things out of it at any time.
Gu Qingyao took off the hard and tattered cotton-padded jacket that could not keep out the cold. She undid her own jacket and wrapped the child in her arms.
Her body was warm. In addition, the cotton-padded jacket was made of modern silk. It was soft, light, and warm. It was just that the outside was sewn up by her with the current old material. It was only comfortable to wear such a jacket.
Mumu had fainted from the fever. When Gu Qingyao carried him into her arms, he opened his eyes slightly and looked at Gu Qingyao before fainting again.
He had lost his parents since he was young. He had never been carried by a woman and had never experienced the feeling of being carried by a mother.
He was raised by his brothers when he was young.
When Gu Qingyao carried him into her arms, it was very warm and had a fragrant smell. He immediately shrank into Gu Qingyao's arms and grabbed onto Gu Qingyao's clothes, refusing to let go.
Gu Qingyao wrapped him up before saying, "Let's go quickly. He still has to take medicine when we get back. How did he get so sick?"
The few of them quickly followed Gu Qingyao back to the Qing River Brigade. Jiang Xun looked very guilty.
"It's my fault. Mumu was a little weak yesterday. I was helping someone do some work and didn't pay much attention. Now that it's winter, we can't find anything to eat. We can only sit and eat. I'm afraid that I don't have enough food. If I can help someone do some work in exchange for food, I definitely won't miss it."
"I've been working these two days. Ping Ping is with me. Only Xiao Jing and Mumu are at home. When I came back tonight, Mumu was already unconscious."
Gu Qingyao didn't say anything. These children were pitiful. Jiang Xun must have put in a lot of effort to survive until now without starving to death.
A child's ability was ultimately limited, and he was not very sensible. How could he possibly take care of everything?
With the Mumu's condition, if she hadn't met her, the child would probably have died.
In this era, medical standards were low. Many people had nowhere to go when they were sick. They could only bear it themselves. If they could bear it, they would be fine. If they couldn't, they could only resign themselves to fate.
A child as young as the Mumu's life was especially fragile.
"He's fine now. Fortunately, I met him. Come back with me and take some medicine. He'll recover soon."
The youngest, Jiang Jing, was still crying. "Brother, are you really okay? Would he die? Shitou's younger brother was like a Mumu. He had a terrible fever and couldn't be woken up. Later, he died … "
The child was scared out of his wits. He ran all the way here crying.
Gu Qingyao stroked his head. "Good boy! I'm a doctor. Your brother has already taken the medicine. He'll be fine. He's just sleeping now. He'll wake up tomorrow morning to talk to you. "
"Be good. Don't cry!"
Other than his older brother, very few people had coaxed him so gently. Jiang Jing sniffled and looked at Gu Qingyao without saying a word.
Jiang Xun carried him on his back. After a while, the child fell asleep on Jiang Xun's back.
Seeing this, Gu Qingyao sighed. Jiang Xun was so young. It must have been hard for him to raise these children until now.
The snow was getting heavier. After walking for almost an hour, they finally arrived at the Gu family's house.
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