Chapter 41

Chapter 41 Rescuing People

  Chen Delin smiled secretly, but as he smiled, he couldn't laugh anymore.

Because he noticed that his grandson's hair was half wet, with a few strands still dripping, and there was mud on the edges of his shoes.

His face suddenly changed, he walked over quickly, grabbed the man by the collar and pulled him up.

"Did you go swimming in the river outside the city again?!"

Chen Yjiang kicked his feet, struggled a bit, and gave a flattering smile to his grandfather, whose face was so dark that ink could be dripping from it.

"If I say I just went to the river to wash my hair, would you believe me?"

"I don't trust you!"

Chen Delin hit him several times with the sole of his shoe.

"I told you not to learn your lesson. You almost lost your life there last time, and you still dared to go!"

"Ah! Help!"

Chen Yjiang ran quickly, moving among the crowd like a little loach, very nimbly.

"Daddy, help me!"

Chen Delin chased after him and hit him with his shoe again.

"It's no use calling the king of heaven today!"

Looking at the dense shoe prints on Chen Yjiang's butt, Yu An couldn't help but shiver.

Mr. Chen is so scary, that little brother is so pitiful.

The next moment, the little guy turned his head and looked away.

But what does this have to do with him? He is still angry!

The grandparents chased each other in the yard for several rounds, and they were both sweating and panting.

"What are you still standing there for? Take the young master back home to rest and take a hot bath!"

After the troublesome grandson was taken away by the housekeeper, Chen Delin put on his shoes, bowed to Old Madam Cheng, and smiled embarrassedly.

"I am so ashamed to have made a fool of myself in front of you. I am so ashamed."

Madam Cheng smiled faintly and shook her head.

"How could that be? Yijiang is a good kid. Besides, it's good for kids to be lively."

After carefully picking up the debris on the ground, the Cheng family returned to the yard where they were temporarily living.

In the evening, half an hour after dinner, Cheng Qiuluo took Yu An to the yard to do horse stance and swing wooden swords.

"Although you didn't lose today, it was mainly because the opponent was not prepared for you. So in order to continue to win in the future, from today on, all training will be doubled, and extra training will be done at night!"

Yu An clenched his fist and nodded heavily.

"Okay, auntie, I understand!"

Then the little guy tightly grasped the small wooden sword and waved it around with a giggle.

As soon as Anlu came in, he saw how hard-working Zizi was, and he felt both relieved and sad.

"You want to practice martial arts at night?"

Hearing her voice, Yu An's eyes suddenly lit up. He felt more energetic and swung his sword harder.

[Fairy sister! Yu An had a fight today and won! ]

Hearing this, Anluo frowned.

"Fight? What happened? Did you encounter an assassin again?"

Was the news leaked, or were the Chen family members unreliable?

The little guy shook his head.

[No, it's…]

I heard the baby's tender and babyish voice, telling me what happened during the day, word by word.

When Anlu heard that Zizi actually pinned a child older than him to the ground and beat him, he clapped and cheered.

"You are awesome, cub. That's great."

When An Luo heard that the cause of all this was just the bubble machine she bought for a few dollars, she didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

Seeing that Yu'an liked it, Anlu simply went downstairs to the supermarket and bought a lot of educational toys for children.

And here in Beihuang City.

At night, after staying at Old Madam Cheng's house for a while, the Cheng family members were preparing to go back to their rooms to rest when suddenly there was a knock on the courtyard door.

Cheng Feng reported outside the door.

"Madam, it's Butler Zhao. He said Young Master Chen is ill and wants Madam to help take a look."

"Is it sick?"

Mrs. Meng first glanced at Old Madam Cheng.

Madam Cheng nodded at her, then looked at Yu An.

"The little brother that Yu An saw during the day is sick. Do you want to go and see him?"

Upon hearing this, Yu An immediately thought of the scene where the bubble machine was dropped to the ground and crushed.

The little guy immediately wrinkled his face, tilted his head to one side, and pouted.

"No!"

Hearing this, Old Madam Cheng nodded. If she wasn't seriously ill, the Chen family wouldn't have come to disturb them.

She originally thought that if Yu An went, the immortal would pay more attention to him, so that the child would suffer less, but she was also unwilling to force Yu An to do something he didn't want to do.

Although the Chen family was harmed by the Pingnan Marquis Mansion, she also wanted to compensate the Chen family, but Yu'an was her last selfish desire and bottom line.

Old Madam Cheng rubbed the little guy's head.

"Okay, if Yu'an doesn't want to go, then we won't go."

Then she looked at Meng.

"Go now."

Meng picked up the medicine box she had just packed and was about to go out when Yu'an suddenly jumped out of her great-grandmother's arms, ran to the door, and reached out to grab the corner of her clothes.

The little guy pursed his lips, opened his big black eyes, and there was a hint of hesitation in his childish voice.

"Is he seriously ill?"

Meng thought about it and nodded.

"There is a doctor in the City Lord's mansion. It's so late, and they come to us for help. I think the situation is serious."

Hearing this, a hint of worry flashed in Yu An's big eyes.

The little guy immediately thought of the time when he was sick. He felt very uncomfortable with a headache, sore eyes, sore throat, sore bones, and pain everywhere.

Although the little brother broke his bubble machine and was very rude, he was very angry at the time.

Well, he is still a little angry, but he has fought back, and the little brother is suffering from such a serious illness...

Yu An puffed out his cheeks and extended a soft, chubby index finger.

"Then I'll go take a look. Just a quick look, no more."

The Cheng family members smiled at each other, and Meng smiled and picked her up.

"Okay, let's just take a look."

…

When we arrived at the bamboo courtyard, we saw maids and servants coming in and out, busy as a clock.

The Chen family father and son stood by the bed, watching the doctor taking their pulse nervously and anxiously.

After entering the door, Yu An looked over from his grandmother's arms and saw the little brother who was arrogant, aggressive, full of energy and also full of anger during the day.

At this moment, his face was abnormally red, and he was lying on the bed dying. He was still frowning in a coma, and kept shouting that he was in pain.

It was like a fish that had left the water, losing its energy and vitality bit by bit. It opened its mouth helplessly and desperately, fluttering its gills intermittently, quietly waiting...

This scene made Yu An feel upset. He clutched his grandmother's clothes tightly, his pale face full of panic and helplessness.

At this time, the doctor also stood up.

"Master, sir, the young master has caught a cold. I will prescribe a medicine for him. Combined with the massage technique passed down from our ancestors, he will be cured in a few days."

"Not a day?!"

Chen Ying reached out his hand to feel his son's body temperature and questioned with a gloomy face.

"He's so hot, how long do you think he can last?!"

While they were talking, Yu An had quietly taken out the children's cold powder, poured it into a cup and mixed it with warm water.

Meng walked over with the cup.

"I got this medicine by accident, it's very effective in reducing fever."

"Okay, okay, thank you, Madam."

After what happened before, Chen Delin took it and fed it to his grandson without hesitation.

The doctor's nose twitched and he looked at the brown liquid in the cup in confusion.

There is no medicinal smell at all, but instead there is a sweet smell?

It couldn't be just a cup of sugar water!

But what did this have to do with him?

The young master's illness was too severe and too difficult to treat. If he was delayed, he might even become stupid.

He wished that another doctor would come as soon as possible so that he could get rid of this hot potato. In this way, even if the disease could not be cured, he could not be blamed.

"Yuan, tell them that they can wipe the palms of their hands and soles of their feet with strong liquor."

Anluo said off-screen.

The little guy whispered to his grandmother.

After Meng relayed the message, the room became busy again. It was not good to have too many people in the room, so except for the maids and servants who helped to wipe it with strong liquor, everyone else went to wait outside.

Half an hour later, the servant ran out happily to report.

"Master, sir, the young master's fever has subsided!"

Hearing this, Yuan's tightly clenched fists loosened.

As soon as he relaxed, sleepiness came over him immediately. The little guy rubbed his eyes, and his little head pecked at rice, little by little.

After saying goodbye to the Chen father and son, Meng wrapped Yu An in her cloak and walked back with the little guy in her arms.

As soon as Anluo exited the live broadcast room, he received a call from his college roommate.

"Lolo, check the campus network. Someone has posted something about you that is really nasty!"

"What post?!"

Anluo hung up the phone in a hurry and found the school forum.

I saw the post at the top, with the highest popularity and the most discussions, and the protagonist was her!