She sat up, but felt somewhat dizzy. She pressed her temples and then sniffled to clear her blocked nose.
It seemed she was sick?
Just as she thought this, she began to cough.
Before returning home, the continuous travel by boat and carriage, the tension in her mind, the deep sorrow, and then... then getting soaked in the rain all night when burying ’Shujun,’ followed by spending the entire cold night outside with Liang Zhi Chen.
Turned out she wasn’t made of iron after all.
She covered her mouth as she coughed, her throat was dry, and there was a burning sensation in her lungs; each cough sent a sharp pain through her chest.
Liang Haoming felt a bit helpless, he clenched his fists, suddenly grabbed the blanket to wrap around her, and then picked her up and hurried outside.
It was noon, and Yixuan, with nothing else to do, was tidying up the courtyard when he saw fourth brother rush out of Baobao’s room like a gust of wind. Hearing Baobao’s coughs, he quickly went to meet fourth brother.
Liang Haoming’s eyes were red, "Sick, sick... sick!" He could only utter these simple words incoherently.
Dong Huiying also felt somewhat helpless, "Liang Haoming, put me down, I’m fine." She was a "Doctor" herself; this minor ailment was not a challenge for her.
Yixuan glanced at fourth brother, knowing he was distraught, so he took Baobao from fourth brother’s arms and reminded him, "Baobao understands medicine, fourth brother, don’t worry too much."
Liang Haoming was stunned for a moment, then without a word, he looked down, but sneakily glanced at her pale face; he was still panicking greatly inside.
She had lost as much weight as his older brother.
She must have fallen ill because she was too thin.
Wasn’t she be fine and not get sick if she were strong like him?
Baobao’s illness was a big deal in the Liang family!
Yixuan carried Baobao back to her room, then immediately went to boil some water.
Haoming stood beside the bed like a wooden post, somewhat helplessly.
"Be careful, don’t catch it from me," she said, shifting her body, coughing hoarsely while inching backwards in hopes of keeping some distance from him.
She felt the left side of her neck; a large bump had swelled up, her tonsils must be inflamed, no wonder even swallowing water hurt.
Haoming looked at her deeply, "I’m strong!"
She was startled, "?"
Haoming turned his face away in embarrassment, then stopped talking.
Liang Zhi Chen had gone out in the morning and when he returned, hearing from Yixuan that Baobao was sick, he didn’t even sit down to catch his breath before striding towards the eastern room.
"Baobao!?" Upon entering, he first saw Haoming standing beside the bed and then turned to the small figure wrapped in a blanket on the bed.
Dong Huiying smiled, "I’m really fine, don’t make a big fuss. Yixuan has already gone to boil water, I just need to take some medicine later and I’ll be better."
But Liang Zhi Chen was still worried, he knelt on one knee on the bed, leaned forward, and placed his hand on her forehead, then compared it to his own. "It’s a bit hot; it’s my fault. If I hadn’t kept you out in the cold wind all night, you wouldn’t have fallen ill."
"It’s not as serious as you think, okay? Now, all of you, stay away from me, I don’t want to infect you."
Liang Zhi Chen smiled wryly as he got up and looked at Haoming, "Haoming, are you afraid?"
Haoming shook his head expressionlessly.
Then, Liang Zhi Chen turned back to Dong Huiying, "See, we are not afraid."
Dong Huiying was helpless.
The room was heated with a fire bed, and Yixuan brewed a dose of medicine for Dong Huiying. After she drank the Soup Medicine and a lot of boiled water, she wrapped herself in the blanket and sweated profusely.