Chapter 410 Wang Jianguo Falls Ill
Then, he gently picked up the two envelopes and carefully folded the letters to his grandma and uncle.
He slowly put one of the envelopes in, with a focused look as if he was completing an extremely sacred mission.
Then he picked up another letter to Du Xiaoye's brothers and put it into the corresponding envelope with the same solemnity.
He sat there, holding the two envelopes tightly in his hands, and began to plan his schedule for tomorrow.
He thought that as soon as the sun rose, he would get up and go to the post office to mail these letters filled with longing himself.
It seemed that as long as the letter was sent, the invisible bond between him and his distant relatives and friends would be closely connected again.
However, just as his eyes inadvertently swept over the envelope, his body suddenly stiffened and he was stunned for a moment.
His eyes were fixed on the stamp area of the envelope. That originally ordinary small area now seemed like an insurmountable huge obstacle.
Yes, in this era, how can you send a letter without a stamp? But behind this seemingly simple stamp, there is a huge risk that is enough to expose his whereabouts.
Once the stamp is affixed, the letter will inevitably leave various traces during the mailing process, and those who are secretly tracking him will probably be able to follow the clues and easily locate him.
Beads of sweat gradually oozed out of his forehead, and he was in a fierce struggle. On the one hand, he missed his family and friends so much that he almost swallowed him up.
On the other hand, there is a deep concern about one's own safety and the possibility of causing greater trouble to relatives and friends.
After some painful thought, Wang Jianguo's originally straight back gradually bent.
He was like a man who had been drained of all his strength, and he silently hid the letter in his hand under his pillow.
His movements were very slow, as if every movement took up a great deal of his energy.
At this moment, fatigue surged over him like a tide, and he was shocked to realize that he had spent a whole day's energy on this letter.
He dragged his heavy legs, slowly lay down on the bed, and closed his eyes gently.
In that dark dream, perhaps because his longing was too strong, he finally saw the family he had been thinking about day and night.
Grandma’s warm embrace, uncle’s broad hands, and my brothers’ familiar smiles, everything is as beautiful as before.
However, this was just a dream after all. The cold reality was like an invisible hand, looming over him when he was immersed in the dream.
The tears called "missing" quietly squeezed out from the corners of his eyes, drop by drop, gradually soaking his pillowcase.
At dawn, the warm sun shines through the mottled window lattices and quietly falls into the house.
He Yushui and Zhao Shuzhuo got up early. He Yushui was busy in the kitchen as usual. Soon, a simple but warm breakfast was neatly placed on the table.
However, the door of Wang Jianguo's room was still closed, and there was no movement at all.
Zhao Shuzhuo couldn't help but feel puzzled. Wang Jianguo was usually a diligent person with a regular schedule and rarely slept in.
But today, the sky was already bright, but there was still no sign of him. This was really abnormal.
He slowly stood up and walked towards Wang Jianguo's room. The wooden floor under his feet made a slight creaking sound.
Standing in front of the door, Zhao Shuzhuo knocked gently, and the sound echoed in the quiet corridor.
"Jianguo, get up! The sun is shining on your butt!"
He raised his voice and shouted, however, there was no response from the room.
Zhao Shuzhuo's doubts grew even stronger, and he knocked harder on the door. The knock was particularly loud in the empty room.
After a long time, just when Zhao Shuzhuo was about to force the door open, the door slowly opened with a creaky sound.
Wang Jianguo appeared at the door, and his appearance surprised Zhao Shuzhuo.
His face was as pale as paper, without a trace of blood, his eye sockets were sunken, and his eyes were wandering and distracted, as if they had lost focus.
His originally straight back was now slightly hunched, and his whole body seemed to be shrouded in an indispellable fatigue.
Zhao Shuzhuo stretched out his hand without thinking and gently placed it on Wang Jianguo's forehead.
This touch made his heart sink suddenly. He felt it was burning hot. The heat was transmitted through the skin. It was obvious that he had a high fever.
"Jianguo, why is your body so hot? You have a fever. Don't hold on. Lie down quickly. Lie down quickly."
Zhao Shuzhuo said anxiously, his voice filled with undisguised worry.
Zhao Shuzhuo was extremely anxious and kept saying words of concern. He steadily supported Wang Jianguo's weak body with both hands and moved him carefully to the bed.
Every step was taken extremely slowly, for fear that any slight bump would aggravate Wang Jianguo's discomfort.
After finally helping Wang Jianguo onto the bed, he quickly pulled the quilt from the end of the bed, gently unfolded it, carefully covered Wang Jianguo with it, and tucked in the corners of the quilt to make sure he could keep warm.
At this moment, He Yushui, who was outside the door, heard the noise in the room. His heart skipped a beat and he hurriedly put down the dishes he was cleaning and walked forward quickly.
Her brows were knitted tightly into a "川" shape, and her eyes were full of worry. She first raised her hand and touched her forehead to feel her normal body temperature.
Then she gently placed her hand on Wang Jianguo's forehead. The hot touch made her face instantly more solemn.
"I was fine yesterday, but I have a fever today, and it's so severe. What should I do?"
He Yushui murmured anxiously, with a hint of tears in her voice. She raised her head, stared at Zhao Shuzhuo, and said anxiously:
"Brother Zhao, where is the nearest clinic? We can't just sit there and wait. We have to send Brother Jianguo to the clinic quickly."
"If he keeps burning like this, it will be terrible if his brain is burned out!"
Her hands twisted together unconsciously, her fingers turned slightly white due to the force, and her body trembled slightly.
He seemed to have lost his backbone and could only hope that Zhao Shuzhuo could come up with a way to deal with the crisis.
Zhao Shuzhuo raised his hand slightly and patted He Yushui's shoulder gently, trying to convey a sense of calmness and comfort to her.
His eyes were calm and composed, and he said slowly:
"Yushui, don't worry. Jianguo is an adult. He has a solid body. He won't be easily defeated by a fever."
Zhao Shuzhuo paused, then continued:
"It's just that the medical facilities around here are really limited. The nearest clinic is in the next town, which is dozens of miles away from here. It takes too much time to go back and forth."
As he spoke, he quickly thought of a countermeasure in his mind.