After Transmigration, Her Whole Family Are Villains

Chapter 22

The stars filled the sky.

This midsummer day was particularly long.

The green hawthorn fruit on the trees were slowly dyed red by the night breeze.

Babies always get hungry very quickly.

They need to get up several times a night to drink milk.

When Qin Luoxia was feeding milk, she would also go check on the other two children.

Jiang Mianmian was sometimes dazed while drinking milk, and other times wide awake.

It couldn't be helped, babies sleep a lot during the day, so it's normal for them to wake up at night.

It felt like it was almost midnight now, without a watch or clock, she didn't know what time it was, just that it was very quiet outside.

Other than the sound of insects, there were no other noises.

Perhaps because he had drunk meat soup tonight, Jiang Changtian seemed to be sleeping better, without bursts of coughing.

Otherwise, he would lightly cough once or twice.

Jiang Mianmian went with her mother to see her sister.

Jiang Yu didn't sleep very well, sprawled all over, with her head against the corner of the bed, as if she might crawl away at any moment...

Qin Luoxia held Jiang Mianmian in one hand, and with the other pushed Jiang Yu to the middle and covered her with a blanket.

The blankets in the house were quite nice looking, a bit like hemp cloth, made by patching together various old fabrics.

Purely handmade.

She remembered this kind of purely hand-sewn cloth could sell for over 100 yuan for the size of an A4 sheet of paper, a whole blanket would be amazing...

One was to pursue that kind of simple beauty.

The other was true poverty, thinking of every way to get by.

Jiang Yu and her brother were in the same room, separated by two door panels.

The eldest son naturally slept very well, so there was no need to worry, Qin Luoxia just glanced at him in passing.

But she discovered something wrong.

The eldest was burning hot all over, curled up in a ball, Qin Luoxia reached out and touched his face, her hand was scalded.

She was badly frightened.

"Feng, Feng."

Qin Luoxia shook her son, but there was no response.

He had seemed fine when he caught a cold in the evening, just coughing a bit more.

She hadn't expected him to develop a fever now.

Qin Luoxia was panic-stricken.

Jiang Mianmian was also very worried, a fever could easily be reduced now, but in ancient times a fever could kill, high fevers that didn't go down could leave one mentally handicapped or directly dead.

Qin Luoxia hurriedly went back to the room to call her husband.

Jiang Yu who didn't sleep well was also roused, Jiang Mianmian was given to Jiang Yu.

Normally the younger would be put together with the older to sleep, but Qin Luoxia worried that if she put Mianmian on Jiang Yu's bed, she might get kicked off in her sleep.

Jiang Yu was still groggy and didn't know what was happening, she just took her sister into her arms, the embrace was warm.

Jiang Mianmian felt a bit uncomfortable, her sister's embrace wasn't as broad as her mother's.

But she didn't make trouble at this time, just adjusted to a comfortable position.

Jiang Yu rubbed the sleep from her eyes, becoming a bit more clear-headed, and held her sister watching their parents come over.

Jiang Changtian was woken up and also badly frightened.

He wasn't a doctor, just working under the county magistrate's subordinates.

He was just an odd-job worker, an odd-job worker for the county magistrate's odd-job workers.

Looking after the herbs collected from the surrounding areas, selecting the best, then sending them to the prefecture city, the prefecture city sending them to the capital, the capital sending them into the imperial palace.

Supposedly there was a noble person whose health wasn't good, needing medicine to maintain it.

Of course this was too distant.

Jiang Changtian was just the lowest link in the entire supply chain.

Just making a living here.

He was a very smart person, while others just got by, he didn't give up on learning.

Even if he was just receiving herbs and guarding the door, he earnestly studied the uses of all kinds of herbs, he could discern with them in hand whether the herbs were good or not, their year, he could also estimate it.

But this was still different from an actual doctor, at most he could be considered half an apothecary.

Seeing Feng had already developed a high fever and lost consciousness, his heart sank like a plumb line, endlessly dropping.

Jiang Changtian's hands shook, he strongly suppressed his urge to cough, his face also flushed red.

"It's fine, it's fine, he took medicine last night, that medicine treated the symptoms, last night he was fine, today will definitely also be fine." Jiang Changtian repeatedly consoled.

"Luoxia, go fetch a basin of cold water."

As Jiang Changtian directed, he undid his son's clothes.

Undoing the clothes, he discovered his son's body actually had many large and small scars.

Only the wound on his head that bled was very obvious.

He hadn't made a sound about the other injuries.

Jiang Changtian opened his mouth wide, desperately holding back his tears from falling.

Now was not the time to cry, he could not cry.