Everyone Pampers the Small Blessing Who Has a Spatial Pocket!

But on this side, Mrs. Zhang just fell asleep that night, and suddenly woke up from a nightmare, but dreamed that Wang Wulang was sobbing and crying, and the person was gone. There was only a wandering soul, and said pitifully: "Mother, mother, my son died outside!"

"Goro!" Little Zhang sat up immediately, shaking her whole body, and then, she suddenly felt itchy throat, and couldn't help retching.

With a "wow", he spat into Wang Chuanyuan's neck.

Wang Chuanyuan stopped snoring and woke up.

"Sanggong, sanggong." Xiao Zhang wanted to cry in Wang Chuanyuan's arms, but when she saw the filth on his body, she turned her back in disgust and cried on the quilt.

Crying and crying, and "wow" to vomit.

Wang Chuanyuan was holding his breath deeply, seeing his wife was so uncomfortable, he quickly got up, took off his dirty clothes, and wiped them carelessly with the pillow cloth.

Then hugged Mrs. Zhang to the soft bed beside her, opened the cabinet and took out a new cotton quilt cover, covered Mrs. Zhang, and said, "Wait, I will ask Yingqin to pour hot water for you. I know if the doctor is still open, I'll go and see."

Both Yingqin and Yingzhong were sent by Ayu to the couple. Yingqin used to be the cook of the palace, and Yingzhong and her were siblings. They were worried that they would be used as mules when they went to the countryside, so they lost it for nothing. Unexpectedly, the couple are not used to handling others, and they are more at ease than before.

On weekdays, Yingqin was only in charge of the couple's food, and besides, she followed Xiao Zhang and waited for her to summon her.

At this moment, she heard movement in another room and hurriedly put on her clothes, just as she saw Wang Chuanyuan running out barefoot.

"Master, what's the matter?"

"You go to the house to take care of Madam. I'll ask the doctor. I'll come back as soon as I go." Seeing Yingqin coming out, Wang Chuanyuan paused, turned to the outside of the yard, and said, "Go to the kitchen to see if there is any hot soup. It’s okay if there’s no hot water, bring some for Madam.”

"Hey, I got it." Yingqin responded, and hurriedly called again, "Master, I'll let Yingzhong fetch the doctor, it's already October, madam will be worried if you go out like this. "

"It's okay."

"Sir, your shoes!"

Before the words were finished, Wang Chuanyuan and the others all ran away without a trace.

There is no curfew in Nanhe Town. Every family that can afford it will light at least two lanterns at the door at night. Occasionally, there will be two night market stalls on the street.

As soon as Wang Chuanyuan reached the street corner, he saw two people sitting in front of a stall selling roasted flavors. He didn't care to look any further, and ran towards the doctor's house.

Unfortunately, he went to two families one after another, saying that the doctor had gone to the village for a visit. There was only one doctor left, who had contracted typhoid fever himself, and was afraid of contagion, so he refused to open the door anyway.

Wang Chuanyuan was so anxious that his mouth was foaming, and he never felt the coldness under his feet.

"Are you the owner of Wang's Restaurant?" A friendly voice sounded.

Wang Chuanyuan turned his head and saw that it was a customer in front of the barbecue stall, dressed very elegantly.

"Who are you?"

"My servant, Yang Qisheng, was able to sit in the Accord of the Wang Family Restaurant today thanks to the host's cut-off. The decoration of your restaurant is friendly and the cuisine is rich, and I enjoyed it very much." Yang Qisheng saluted.

Wang Chuanyuan hurriedly returned the gift, only said "Thank you very much", and then ran away again.

Yang Qisheng said: "Boss Wang, if I'm not wrong, you must be looking for a doctor, right? I'm not talented, I have studied with a doctor for several years, and I can see a thing or two about ordinary illnesses—"

Before he could speak, Yang Qisheng's arms were bound.

Wang Chuanyuan dragged him and ran forward: "Doctor Yang, I'm sorry!"

Yang Qisheng felt his arm was about to dislocate: "..."

A quarter of an hour later, Yang Qisheng walked out of the room where the smell had not completely dissipated, rubbed his sore arm, turned his head and said to the nervous Wang Chuanyuan: "Master, don't worry, madam is fine, it's just that there is good news for more than a month. , that’s why, when it reaches the gestational age of four months, it will be gone as soon as there are signs.”

Wang Chuanyuan was dumbfounded: "Huh?"

It shouldn't be, every time...but he drank Bizi Tang in advance, how could he still do it?