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Jiang Mixia continued to use the damp cloth to aid in physical cooling and brought warm water for Song Jingyun to drink.
Slightly warm water, slightly higher than body temperature, can induce sweating, aiding in temperature reduction.
Song Jingyun obediently followed the instructions. After drinking the water, he looked at Jiang Mixia and timidly asked, “Am I sick?”
“Yes,” Jiang Mixia responded. “It looks mostly like a cold, but we need to wait for Doctor Yang to confirm it.”
“Then…” Song Jingyun paused and asked, “Am I going to die?”
His voice was hoarse, filled with fear.
Last winter, there was an elderly person in the village who had caught a cold. Song Jingyun had accompanied Jiang Youcheng to visit them, but within a few days, the elderly person passed away.
Due to heavy snowfall, the roads were muddy on the day of the burial, and the villagers’ shoes were caked with mud.
Song Jingyun remembered this incident vividly, finding illness to be a terrifying thing, especially a cold, which seemed even more frightening.
“You won’t. Wind-cold is just a very common, ordinary illness,” Jiang Mixia assured. She understood that her husband likely hadn’t experienced illness in his previous life, leaving him uncertain about the current situation and feeling disheartened due to his physical discomfort.
“To put it simply, it’s like accidentally getting a small cut on your finger while weaving a basket. It’s very common and heals easily,” she explained. “As long as the doctor examines you and prescribes medication, after taking it for a couple of days, you’ll likely be fine.”
“Ah,” Song Jingyun felt somewhat reassured by Jiang Mixia’s words. He obediently cooperated, drinking the warm water and allowing her to wipe his body.
After a while, Song Jingyun’s back was damp, showing signs of perspiration.
Doctor Yang arrived in a hurry and immediately began examining Song Jingyun’s pulse. After a thorough diagnosis, he breathed a sigh of relief. “It’s just a common wind-cold, exacerbated by some exhaustion, causing the fever. I’ll prescribe some medicine. After taking it for a couple of days, it won’t be a big deal.”
Upon hearing the doctor’s assessment, Song Jingyun felt a weight lift from his heart. He realized that having a cold didn’t necessarily mean it was a life-threatening situation.
“Wife’s words are always right!” Song Jingyun couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow, feeling reassured by her wisdom.
As Doctor Yang finished examining Song Jingyun’s pulse, he jokingly smacked Jiang Chunyu on the head. “You rascal, you scared me half to death with your exaggerated talk. I thought your brother-in-law suddenly had a high fever and was delirious. I even thought he might have had a seizure. I was in the middle of eating my leek dumplings, and I dropped them…”
Jiang Chunyu rubbed his head, looking quite aggrieved. He hadn’t been entirely wrong. His brother-in-law did have a high fever, and he was indeed disoriented. Otherwise, how could he have sat there weaving baskets for an hour and a half?
The prescription for wind-cold was common, as were the medicinal herbs, all of which Doctor Yang had at home. Jiang Chunyu took the initiative to run to Yang’s village and brought back three days’ worth of medicine.
The medication was potent, to be taken three times a day after meals, with an additional antipyretic medicine for the evening, to be taken along with the regular dose, in case the fever spiked again at night.
After receiving the medicine, Jiang Mixia started preparing it. When Song Jingyun finished his dinner, she estimated that it was time for him to take the medicine. She brought the bowl to him.
Realizing that it was Song Jingyun’s first time having such a bitter and pungent traditional Chinese medicine, Jiang Mixia left the medicine bowl on the small table beside the bed and went to get some preserved fruits, intending to offer them to him after he had taken the medicine.
However, as she returned with a small plate of preserved fruits, she saw that Song Jingyun had already emptied the medicine bowl.
Before Jiang Mixia could say anything, Song Jingyun’s eyes sparkled. “Wife, is there more of this medicine?”
Jiang Mixia “…”
He actually wants more!
After watching Song Jingyun for a while with a sense of disbelief, Jiang Mixia found it difficult to speak. “Um, isn’t it very difficult to drink?”
“The taste is quite unique, not exactly difficult to drink. It feels rather refreshing,” Song Jingyun licked his lips and thought about the taste of the medicine he had just drunk before continuing, “The medicine was a bit hot, so I drank it quickly without savoring it.”
“Overall, it’s tolerable.”
Someone actually said that traditional Chinese medicine’s taste is tolerable?
Jiang Mixia, after sniffing the residue left in the bowl and suppressing her nausea, regarded Song Jingyun with increased skepticism.
Could it be that her husband has no sense of taste?
It seems likely…
After all, he finds everything tasty, so he might genuinely not discern flavors.
“Are these preserved fruits for me, Wife?” Song Jingyun eyed the plate in Jiang Mixia’s hands, swallowing.
“Yes, go ahead and eat.”
With Jiang Mixia’s permission, Song Jingyun stuffed the preserved fruits into his mouth.
After chewing and savoring the fruits, he repeatedly praised, “These preserved fruits are wonderfully sweet and sour.”
It looks like he does have a sense of taste after all.
As for why he finds traditional Chinese medicine tasty…
Perhaps his taste preferences are different due to his previous life?
About half an hour after drinking the medicine, Song Jingyun began sweating profusely.
His forehead, back, even the palms of his hands…
He was drenched, and even his hair clung to his scalp due to the excessive sweating.
Feeling uncomfortable himself, Song Jingyun clamored to take a bath.
However, given that he was suffering from a wind-cold and potentially due to the recent fluctuating temperatures, Jiang Mixia hesitated to let him take a bath after just sweating. Instead, she provided warm water for him to wipe himself down.
After wiping himself, Song Jingyun felt much fresher and lay down comfortably.
With Song Jingyun falling ill, Jiang Mixia had been busy for quite a while and felt tired. After ensuring that Song Jingyun’s body temperature had returned to normal, she lay down and almost instantly fell asleep.
On the other hand, despite feeling refreshed after sweating, Song Jingyun didn’t seem particularly drowsy as he lay in bed. After lying awake for a while, he turned his head to look at Jiang Mixia, who was sound asleep next to him.
Today…
It seems like Wife forgot to cuddle him to sleep.
It seems that due to his illness, wife had been busy taking care of him and became excessively tired.
It truly looks like falling ill isn’t a good thing, leading to too many delays.
In the future, I need to pay attention to taking care of my health and avoid falling ill again!
With this resolve in his heart, Song Jingyun clenched his fist. After loosening his grip, he hesitated for a moment before gently placing Jiang Mixia’s arm over himself.