Chapter 1841 The oil is exhausted and the lamp is dry
Du San has always been very efficient. He originally agreed with Chu Heng to give a reply in the afternoon, but he arrived at the Chu family compound at around ten o'clock the next morning.
At this time, Chu Heng had just finished making a pot of watermelon juice and was filling the bowls in the pavilion. Huniu and Chu Zhecheng were waiting on tiptoe.
"Master Chu."
Du San walked in with light steps. He slept for two or three hours after the market ended yesterday, and then went to work for Chu Heng in the Li family's house. He was very sleepy now, with a pair of big dark circles on his face, and he was yawning profusely.
"It's just in time. Let's have a bowl of the freshly made watermelon juice." Chu Heng handed Du San the bowl of watermelon juice he had just prepared for Huniu.
“Oh, it’s really time today.”
Du Sanzheng felt uncomfortable with the heat. He quickly took the small bowl without using a spoon, raised his head and drank the food he had just left. I poured the watermelon juice I took out of the refrigerator into my mouth and swallowed it after a few casual bites like a cow chewing a peony.
“It’s a pleasure.”
With a face filled with relief and he wiped the corners of his mouth, Du San handed the bowl over again: “Have another bowl, Mr. Chu, I don’t taste anything.”< br>
"Serve it yourself." Chu Heng looked at Huniu with a funny look at the nearby Huniu who was pouting so hard that she could even hang a bottle of oil because she was being robbed of her delicious food. He quickly handed over the small bowl: "Stop pouting and eat quickly. . ”
Hu Niu then turned her anger into a smile, happily took the small bowl, sat on the pony, and ate the watermelon juice in small sips.
This girl is very protective of her food.
If anyone dared to eat her food without her consent, she would scold him for half the night.
Du San ate the second bowl at this time, exhaled with satisfaction, and said: "Master Chu, the matter is done. I will send my brothers over there today. In the evening They are the ones patrolling. If the thing you want is still there, you can get it early tomorrow morning.”
"Are you sure about this?" Chu Heng casually handed another bowl of watermelon juice to Chu Zhecheng, who was almost crying.
"Don't worry, it's guaranteed to be foolproof. It's a coincidence that the boss over there happened to beg me for something recently, so I took this opportunity to sneak him in, and I didn't tell him. What's the matter? I just want to find some errands for my brother," Du San said confidently.
"That's good." Chu Heng nodded with a smile and looked at him a few more times: "Looking at you yawning all the time, you probably haven't rested, right? Go to the main room and take a nap. There is a fan. I just happened to eat here at noon.”
“Sure, I’m really sleepy too.” Du San didn’t show any pretense, poured another bowl of watermelon juice into his mouth, then got up and went to the main room to rest. Went.
"Sister Guizhi, hurry up and eat. It won't be cold in a while." Yang Guizhi came back from the front yard at this time. Chu Heng said hello and went to the deaf old lady's house with two bowls of watermelon juice. .
At this time, the two sisters were sitting by the window blowing the cool breeze. There was a radio beside them, singing sonorous and powerful model operas.
"Old lady, try it quickly. It's just made. It's much cooler." Chu Heng walked in quickly and placed two small bowls on the kang.
“Are you making watermelon juice again?”
The deaf old lady moved over with a smile, first picked up a bowl and handed it to her sister: “Here, let’s relieve the heat.”
"I don't want to eat, sister, I don't have much appetite." Grandma Wu Xiumei shook her head sadly, feeling not in good spirits.
"Why didn't you even eat the watermelon juice?" The deaf old lady frowned, with a vague premonition in her heart.
Chu Heng also felt that something was wrong. It was understandable that he didn’t want to eat when the weather was hot. Watermelon juice relieves the heat and doesn’t take up much space. Even if you have no appetite, you can’t eat more!
He asked hurriedly: "Grandma Wu, are you feeling unwell? If you are, don't hold it tight and tell me quickly."
"No, I just have no appetite. ." Grandma Wu Xiumei shook her head in denial.
"Then you can't always lose your appetite. How many days have it been?" Chu Heng saw that she was really worried, so he thought for a while and said, "No, I will go and get Uncle Tang for you." Please come and take a look.”
With that said, he turned around and walked out.
"Oh, come back soon. I'm fine. Don't bother me." Grandma Wu shouted quickly.
"Let Xiaotang come and take a look." The deaf old lady took her sister's thin arm, with a faint look of worry on her face.
The other side.
Chu Heng quickly came out of the house and drove to the Traditional Chinese Medicine Hospital.
When Father Tang saw him coming, he thought he would have another job for him, and he would have some private money again. He asked happily: "Xiao Chu is here, what kind of job is this time? Or making wine?" "
He now helps Chu Heng and his family prepare tiger whip wine from time to time. He can get twenty yuan at a time. The little money saved can keep him happy for three or two months."
"What kind of wine are you making? Come with me quickly. My grandma Wu feels something is not right." Chu Heng said worriedly.
"Oh, what's going on?" Father Tang asked hurriedly.
"She hasn't eaten very much during this period, especially in the past few days. She doesn't eat as much in one day as she did in the previous meal, and her face doesn't look good," Chu Heng said.
"Hurry up then." Father Tang hurriedly took out his small medicine box from under the table, came out of the room with Chu Heng, and informed a doctor that they went downstairs. Drive away.
Not long after.
The two of them returned to Banchang Hutong. After entering the hospital, they went straight to the deaf old lady's house.
After being polite, Father Tang began to check Grandma Wu Xiumei’s pulse. He sat on the kang with his body twisted, his fingers resting on Grandma Wu’s wrist, his eyes were half open and half closed, and his brows were raised and lowered. .
Chu Heng and others on the side had their hearts racing and slowing along with his brows.
After a while.
Tang's father opened his eyes, Wu Xin relaxed, with a bright smile on his face, and said to the nervous people: "It's nothing serious, it's just a weak spleen and stomach, and if you have any heartburn, I'll give you some medicine to treat it. Just one moment."
"That's good, that's good." Yang Guizhi breathed a sigh of relief.
After hearing this, Grandma Wu looked helplessly at Chu Heng and her elder sister, and said, "I said it was fine, but Hengzi still insists on inviting Xiaotang, how troublesome you are."
"Haha, it's not troublesome. We're all on our own. It's common to say this." Father Tang stood up happily, winked at Chu Heng in a vague way, and asked: "I came out in a hurry and didn't bring a pen and paper. What do you think? Right? I'll give you a prescription, hurry up and grab the medicine." "Yes, yes," Chu Heng hurriedly led him out of the house.
The deaf old lady looked at the backs of the two people, her brows slightly wrinkled, and her dim eyes showed a hint of suspicion.
The other side.
After Chu Heng and Father Tang came out, they came to the study. He then closed the door and asked quickly: "How is it?"
"It's not very good." Father Tang shook his head and sighed: "Grandma Wu suffered too much when she was young and suffered a lot of diseases. Now that she is older, all the problems have appeared, and there are basically few good things about her. Besides, with her current body and bones, she can’t use any strong medicine. I can only prescribe a few medicines to treat her first and see if it can help. Come on."
"Come on?"
Chu Heng caught this dangerous word sharply, and suddenly asked in a hurry: "What do you mean...Grandma Wu? Is it going to work?"
"Absolutely, she is almost exhausted now." Father Tang nodded lightly.
“Hey.”
When Chu Heng heard this, he sighed feebly and his mood became heavy.
Since ancient times, separation and death have been the worst things.