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Listening to Zhang Ren's footsteps approaching, Ling'er closed the door and went out.
Zhang Ren was limping into the yard with a few fruits in his hand.
"Sister, why are you the only big brother?" Zhang Ren saw Ling'er and quickened his pace. But even so, he still walked much slower than ordinary people.
Ling'er couldn't bear it and hurriedly walked forward and replied, "He is tired and is resting in the room."
After hearing this, Zhang Ren quickly lowered his voice, "Don't make any noise then." Wake him up and let him rest more."
Ling'er nodded, not saying that Brother Yang had been woken up by him when he was walking here.
"It's almost noon, you must be hungry. Eat some fruit first to satisfy your hunger." Zhang Ren handed the fruit to Ling'er and said, "We don't often have dinner at home. There is only some brown rice left. There is nothing to entertain." "I'll go to my uncle's place to bring you some food, whatever your sister and elder brother like to eat."
"You don't have to go to the inn like this." Ling'er felt a little sorry.
"I didn't go there specially. We were going to have dinner at my uncle's house." Zhang Ren explained with a smile.
"That's not necessary. Brother Yang is feeling unwell, and I'm afraid he has no appetite." Ling'er said sadly.
"Is he okay? Do you want to see a doctor?" Zhang Ren asked with concern.
Ling'er could see that Zhang Ren's concern for Brother Yang was genuine, and comforted him, "Don't worry, he is fine. My sister is the doctor."
"It's okay. It's just fine." Hearing what Ling'er said, Zhang Ren breathed a sigh of relief, "But even if he has no appetite, he still has to eat something. Why not bring him some light food?"
Ling'er understands Yang My brother's temperament is that he doesn't want to bother others too much. It can be seen that Zhang Ren insisted on this, so she had to settle for the next best thing and said, "How about this? Don't you still have some brown rice at home? I'll borrow your room to make some rice soup for Brother Yang."
"Guang Ren How about drinking rice soup?" Zhang Ren felt it was inappropriate. He didn't want to neglect his great benefactor.
"I will also add some herbs to replenish qi and blood in the rice soup, which will be good for his body." As he said that, Ling'er looked at his small bag. Fortunately, she prepared some medicinal materials in advance.
"Okay, sister, please come with me and I'll help you make porridge." Zhang Ren said.
Ling'er put away the fruit in his hand, looked back at the hut, and thought to himself, "Brother Yang, you have heard it, take care of yourself, I will come back as soon as I go."
Not long after, Ling'er came back with carefully cooked rice porridge. Although there are no more ingredients, it has a unique taste due to the addition of some medicinal herbs.
Ling'er knew that Brother Yang would notice her as soon as she got close to the house, so she didn't deliberately slow down her steps. On the contrary, Ling'er felt that letting Brother Yang clearly distinguish the sound of his footsteps would make him more relieved.
The door of the hut is still ajar.
Ling'er freed up a hand and knocked on the door gently. Without waiting for a response, she pushed the door open and entered.
Qi Yang maintainsHe was sitting on the bedside in his original position, but he seemed even weaker than before. He looked up at Ling'er, smiled at Ling'er, and said, "Thank you for your hard work, girl."
Why was Brother Yang a little out of breath when he spoke? Ling'er keenly sensed something was wrong, walked closer quickly, and asked anxiously, " What's wrong with you? Is the wound hurt?"
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