Chapter 60: The Ancient Wulong Incident

  Dong Er slowly loosened his grip, staring blankly as Liu Rong walked towards Liu Jie's residence.

  No matter how long ago it was, she couldn't forget this moment. The figure she saw had a small shoulder that couldn't bear too much weight, but at this moment, it was surprisingly majestic, not inferior to the heroes returning triumphantly from the battlefield!

  This is her miss!

  Liu Rong quickly walked into Liu Jie's courtyard, and although Liu Jie's wet nurse couldn't go outside, she had also heard the conversation between Liu Rong and the others in the courtyard. At this moment, seeing Liu Rong come in, apart from the tears at the corners of her eyes, there was only gratitude all over her face.

  "How is Liu Jie now?" asked Liu Rong as she walked along.

  "She had been itching to scratch the pus-filled boils on her body, but was stopped by a young maid. The wet nurse said carefully to Liu Rong, leading her to a room."

  Liu Rong knew that this room was Liu Jie's, she didn't enter immediately but stopped at the door for a moment, took a deep breath, and then stepped into the room.

  The wet nurse who had been watching Liu Rong by the side felt as if something was stuck in her throat and she couldn't speak. She thought that Liu Jie was already in such a situation, and shouldn't drag Rong down with her, but Liu Jie was someone she had raised with her own hands, and even if there was only one in ten thousand chance, she didn't want to let go.

  In the end, she could only turn her face away, harden her heart and follow Liu Rong into the house.

  The room was heated by a stove, and the temperature inside was higher than outside. Liu Jie lay on a small kang near the stove, her small body covered with a small quilt, and the only sign that this child still had life was the rising and falling of her chest.

  Liu Rong quickly walked up to Liu Jie, only to see that her normally rosy face was now somewhat waxen yellow, with scattered blisters, even on the hairline of her scalp.

  At first glance, it's shocking and frightening.

  Liu Rong lifted the quilt off Liu Jie's bed. A small, pale hand appeared in front of Liu Rong, who furrowed her brow and quickly pulled up Liu Jie's sleeve, revealing only a few scattered blisters on her arm.

  Liu Rong looked up at the wet nurse and asked quickly, "Is Sixth Miss's body covered in the most blisters? Are the blisters on her legs also scattered like those on her arm?"

  The young lady was slightly stunned, and then a glimmer of hope appeared in her eyes. Rong Jie had spoken without a single mistake, did this mean... that Sixth Miss still had a chance to be saved?

  The young lady's nose tip slightly ached, but she immediately nodded towards Liu Rong: "Yes, just like Third Miss said. The abscess on Sixth Sister's body is the most severe." As she spoke, her voice gradually lowered, as if expecting, yet fearing that the newly risen hope would be shattered: "Third Miss... can Third Miss still be saved?"

  Liu Rong shook her head.

  The young woman's eyes stung. Tears instantly welled up, and her mouth seemed to be saying to Liu Rong, yet also to herself: "I know, I know, how could heavenly flowers possibly have a cure? I... I just... I just feel sorry for our Sixth Miss, being born as a concubine's daughter is already bad enough, but this... this is still such an illness."

  Liu Rong couldn't help but shake her head again: "I didn't say that Liu Jie couldn't be saved, I just can't think of the absurd things that appear in modern times, and they actually happen in such an ancient mansion!"

  The milk girl was slightly stunned: "Modern? What is modern?"

  Liu Rong was stunned and didn't expect to blurt out what she had been thinking in her heart. For a moment, she froze there, unsure of how to respond.

  It was okay, the milk mother asked a question and reacted to Liu Rong's previous sentence. However, in an instant, she automatically shielded two modern words that she couldn't understand from Liu Rong's words, and grabbed Liu Rong: "You're saying, you're saying that Liu Jie still has a chance?"

  She was overjoyed beyond words.

  Liu Rong's arm was slightly painful from being pulled, but she also understood the wet nurse's state and smiled at her, nodding: "Don't worry. Liu Jie'er didn't get smallpox, it's just a rash."

  Although the conditions of smallpox and chickenpox are very similar, they both have respiratory tract infections. However, smallpox generally takes longer to develop than chickenpox, but severe cases of chickenpox can sometimes be indistinguishable in terms of time.

  However, there is another obvious distinction method, that is, the rash of roseola is centrifugal distribution, generally distributed on limbs, and rarely near the heart, while chickenpox is centripetal distribution, most blisters will grow on the body.

  Of course, there is also a distinction between the situation after the onset of the disease. People who have had smallpox will have many small pockmarks on their faces, while those who have had chickenpox will not leave any scars unless they scratched the blisters during the illness. This point is of little use for diagnosis.

  Liu Rong said, pausing slightly, and then seriously opened her mouth to the wet nurse: "However, the rash she got is more severe than usual, and it lasts longer. I'm afraid that before she got sick, she had caught a chill, and the fever lasted longer than usual. If not handled properly, this situation could also take the child's life."

  Liu Rong was slightly puzzled: "Why didn't you go ask a doctor? If you had asked a doctor, the doctor would have diagnosed it and there wouldn't be such problems." Liu Rong frowned, if only they could have asked the doctor to come earlier, Liu Jie's physical condition wouldn't be as bad as it is now.

  The milkmaid lowered her head in silence.

  Liu Rong slightly shook her head, no longer asking questions, but looked at the wet nurse's face with a slightly serious expression: "No matter what the reason is, I hope you won't have such problems again next time. You should know that children getting sick are much more severe than adults. Do you know that if you had continued to cover up this matter, Sixth Miss might have lost her life because of you?"

  The milk girl's eyes reddened again, but she still looked up at Liu Rong and asked: "What about Sixth Miss's situation now..."

  "Now first go and open all the windows in the house that are not facing the small bed, we must keep the air in the house flowing smoothly." Liu Rong instructed the wet nurse.

  The milkmaid hurried out and opened the door, regardless of how cold it was in the middle of winter.

  Liu Rong opened Liu Jie's mouth to check, and the oral mucosa showed some damage, but there was no swelling of the lymph nodes in her neck. Liu Rong let out a slight sigh of relief, it was just a more severe case of chickenpox.

  The wet nurse soon returned, and Liu Rong instructed her on the precautions to take when it came to the rash, as well as how to treat it. She then had the wet nurse go out and spread the news, so that those outside wouldn't worry unnecessarily.

  But then the wet nurse didn't come back until after a while. When she came back, she looked at Liu Rong and lowered her head again without saying anything.

  Liu Rong helped Liu Si change her clothes, had the maid bring hot water to scald them, and instructed that this must be done every day until Liu Si recovered.

  Then she ordered the little maid to prepare some easily digestible egg custard and other things, ready for Sixth Sister to eat when she woke up later, so as to supplement her nutrition and help her fight against chickenpox.

  It wasn't until everything had been taken care of that Liu Rong noticed the wet nurse standing beside her in a daze for quite some time, and when she looked up again, she seemed to want to say something but hesitated.

  "What's wrong?" Liu Rong smiled at the wet nurse: "Were you scared by me?"

  ps：

  Fiercely begging for pink tickets...