Not long after, under the leadership of Chen Qiaoyi, Xiao Zhao came out after taking a shower.
It was only then that Zhou Ziwen discovered that Xiao Zhao was actually quite beautiful.
Oval face, fair and delicate skin, with a soft luster.
The eyebrows and eyes are curved, but the eyes are relatively dim, as if shrouded in a layer of haze, losing their due agility and vitality, which makes people feel pity.
Her lips were slightly white, without a trace of blood, and she looked a little weak and haggard.
Her wet hair was draped casually on her shoulders, and a few strands of hair stuck to her cheeks, making her look even more pitiful.
She was wearing old clothes that Chen Qiaoyi found. Although they were a little loose, they still couldn't hide her slender figure.
Xiao Zhao walked slowly to the yard, his steps a little heavy, and every step seemed to be filled with endless fatigue.
She lowered her head slightly, not daring to look at Zhou Ziwen. Her hands unconsciously grabbed the corners of her clothes, and her fingers turned slightly white from the exertion.
Chen Qiaoyi said softly to Zhou Ziwen: "Brother Ziwen, Sister Zhao was a little scared when she first came out, but she is much better now."
Zhou Ziwen nodded and said gently to Xiao Zhao: "Xiao Zhao, don't be afraid, it's safe here. Sit down and take a rest first."
As he said that, he moved a chair.
Xiao Zhao raised his head, glanced at Zhou Ziwen, a trace of gratitude flashed in his eyes, and said softly: "Thank you."
She walked slowly to the chair and sat down carefully, The body is still tense.
Little Yueyue was in Zhou Ziwen's arms, looking at Xiao Zhao curiously and babbling.
Xiao Zhao's eyes were attracted by Xiao Yueyue, and there was a hint of tenderness in his eyes.
Seeing this, Zhou Ziwen walked to Xiao Zhao with little Yueyue in his arms, and said with a smile: "Little Yueyue likes new friends very much."
Xiao Zhao stretched out his hand and gently Touching Xiao Yueyue's little hand, Xiao Yueyue laughed happily. The corners of Xiao Zhao's mouth also raised slightly, revealing a shallow smile, but there was a trace of bitterness in the smile.
Zhou Ziwen looked at Xiao Zhao and sighed secretly in his heart. He knew that there was still a long way to go for Xiao Zhao to truly recover.
"Yiyi, Xiao Zhao will live in my old room from now on. You can clean it up later!"
Zhou Ziwen said.
Chen Qiaoyi responded, turned around and went to clean up the house.
When Xiao Zhao heard this, he was slightly startled. He raised his head and looked at Zhou Ziwen. His eyes were full of surprise and emotion, and his lips trembled slightly but he didn't know what to say.
She did not expect that Zhou Ziwen would arrange it like this. Having a place of her own in this strange place seemed to her like a glimmer of light in the darkness.
Zhou Ziwen looked at Xiao Zhao and comforted softly: "Xiao Zhao, you can live here with peace of mind and regard this place as your own home. I will find a way to cure your illness and make you feel better again. Get up.”
Xiao Zhao's eyes were slightly red, tears welling up in her eyes. She tried hard not to let the tears fall, but nodded gently.
At this time, Chen Shiying also came back from outside.
Seeing Xiao Zhao in the yard, he still didn’t understand what was going on, and doubtful eyes passed between Xiao Zhao and Zhou Ziwen.
Seeing this, Zhou Ziwen pulled her aside and briefly told Chen Shiying about Xiao Zhao. After hearing this, Chen Shiying showed a look of sympathy on her face and walked up to Xiao Zhao and said: " Xiao Zhao, don’t worry, just treat us as your relatives here.”
Xiao Zhao looked at Chen Shiying’s sincere eyes, and his heart felt warm again, and he whispered: “Thank you.”
Chen Shiying smiled, turned around and walked into the kitchen. After a while, she brought out a cup of hot water and handed it to Xiao Zhao, saying: "Drink some water and take a rest."
Xiao Zhao took the water cup and held it tightly with both hands. , feeling the warmth, as if this warmth can be transmitted to the bottom of my heart.
I have to say that it is easier for women to communicate with each other. It only took a while for Chen Shiying to make Xiao Zhao relax a lot.
It was only then that Zhou Ziwen knew Xiao Zhao’s name.
Xiao Zhao's actual name is Zhao Xiaoya, which sounds very elegant and is quite consistent with her temperament.
While Zhao Xiaoya was in a relatively relaxed mood, Zhou Ziwen took her pulse.
He placed his fingers lightly on Zhao Xiaoya's wrist, his expression focused and calm, carefully feeling the subtle changes in her pulse.
After a while, Zhou Ziwen frowned slightly. After letting go, he looked at Zhao Xiaoya and said softly: "Xiaoya, your body is somewhat deficient in qi and blood, and your spleen and stomach are also relatively weak. This should be long-term. It’s caused by mental stress and poor living conditions. But don’t worry, I will give you some treatment prescriptions, and with diet and rest, you will gradually get better.”
Zhao Xiaoya clicked lightly. He nodded with a trace of trust and expectation in his eyes.
She knew that Zhou Ziwen was famous for his superb medical skills in the village. Since he said he could cure himself, there must be a way.
Zhou Ziwen immediately returned to the room, took out a pen and paper, and carefully wrote the prescription.
Based on Zhao Xiaoya's physical condition, he carefully selected several traditional Chinese medicines, which can not only replenish qi and blood, but also regulate the spleen and stomach.
After writing the prescription, Zhou Ziwen put it away and went to the village clinic to get medicine.
At this time, Zhu Jianguo had already returned home from work, but it didn't matter, he also had the key to the clinic.
He went straight to the health room, opened the door, shuttled between the medicine cabinets familiarly, and carefully grabbed the medicinal materials according to the prescription.
After wrapping the medicine, Zhou Ziwen returned home.
At this time, Chen Qiaoyi had almost tidied up the room. The bed was neat and tidy, the tables and chairs were neatly placed, and there was a light fresh breath filling the room.
Zhou Ziwen handed the medicine to Chen Qiaoyi and warned: "Yiyi, cook this medicine twice a day, once in the morning and once in the evening. It should be cooked slowly over low heat."
Chen Qiaoyi took it. After taking the medicine, he nodded seriously and said: "Brother Ziwen, I understand, I will take good care of sister Xiaoya."
Zhou Ziwen smiled happily, turned around and walked out of the room.
At noon, Zhou Ziwen and his family sat around the table to eat, and Zhao Xiaoya was also warmly invited to the table.
Chen Shiying specially made some light and easy-to-digest dishes for her, and Zhou Ziwen also brought her dishes from time to time, making her feel the warmth of home.
At the dinner table, Zhou Ziwen joked with Zhao Xiaoya from time to time, trying to make her relax more.
Little Yueyue was sitting in a baby chair nearby, waving her little hands, babbling and wanting to participate.
Zhao Xiaoya couldn't help but laugh when she saw little Yueyue's cute appearance, and the haze in her eyes faded a bit.
After leaving Shatian Village, which caused her pain, Zhao Xiaoya's mood obviously improved a lot.
At least during the time Zhou Ziwen was in contact with her, she had not gotten sick.
After eating, Zhou Ziwen chatted with Zhao Xiaoya for a while before going to take a nap.
He was lying on the bed, secretly thinking about Zhao Xiaoya's condition.
Although he had already prescribed medicine, he knew that medicine could only treat the symptoms but not the root cause. If Zhao Xiaoya could really get better, she still had to untie her knot.
However, this takes time and opportunity.
He felt that it was time for his psychological skills to come into play. (End of this chapter)