Rebirth of the dumb husband and wife

Chapter 44 Infected

Although Song Jinshu had always wanted a child, he never expected to get pregnant at such a time. Yan Cheng didn't even think that Song Jinshu's body and bones had always been bad, and he always worried that pregnancy would make Song Jinshu suffer from the same disease as the previous life.

The two people who got the news were stunned for the first time.

Seeing the silence between the two, Yao Shaoqing came up with something unusual from Zhongpin. A trace of disgust flashed across his eyes, and he raised his head to look at Yan Cheng: "Aren't you going to want this child?"

"Yes!" The

two of them almost answer at the same time.

How could Song Jinshu not want this child? Those nightmares a few days ago almost became his heart disease, and he desperately wanted to save himself from that nightmare.

Not to mention Yan Cheng, after being reborn, everything in the previous life was his obsession. The scene of Song Jinshu kneeling in the snow begging him not to give the child to Zhao Jin revolved in his mind all day long, but at the same time he was worried that Song Jinshu's body could not bear it.

While Yao Shaoqing felt relieved, she lowered her head a little lonely and hid all the emotions in her eyes.

He stood up from the side of the bed with some effort, his stomach was too heavy, and Yan Cheng was terrified.

Yan Cheng was worried about Song Jinshu's illness, so he personally sent Yao Shaoqing out of the door of the wing, but found that Xiao Yize, dressed in Chinese clothes, was standing at the door of the opposite wing. Seeing him help Yao Shaoqing out, his whole face turned hideous.

Where could Yan Cheng dare to touch Yao Shaoqing's arm?

"Caomin has seen Prince Duan." Yan Cheng's forehead was dripping with cold sweat, and the aura of a superior on Xiao Yize's body was overwhelmed, and he bowed in a salute.

Xiao Yize looked at Yan Cheng, and then looked at Yao Shaoqing's completely indifferent expression to him. Although he didn't speak, he just read the meaning of "Please leave the prince" from Yao Shaoqing's expression.

Gritting his teeth, Xiao Yize flung his sleeves and left.

Yan Cheng breathed a sigh of relief, but found Yao Shaoqing with a teasing look on his face.

"Princess, I don't know Jinshu's body..."

Although Song Jinshu had a high fever, the rest of the symptoms were incompatible with the epidemic. Yao Shaoqing gave him a pulse, except that he was pregnant. Something is wrong.

Then he shook his head and gave Yan Cheng a reassurance pill.

"It's just a high fever and no rashes on my body. It's probably because I've caught a cold in the past few days or I'm not acclimatized." Yao Shaoqing covered his mouth and coughed a few times, "The medicine pill that Liu Cong gave to Jin Shu last time can be used to make up for him. Body. I just gave him a pulse and found that his body is weak, and if he doesn't take care of it properly, this pregnancy will be very hard."

Yan Cheng thanked Yao Shaoqing and watched him being helped into the wing by Liu Cong, and then turned around and entered. own room.

However, seeing Song Jinshu holding up his body and trying to get the water from the table, worried that he would fall, he quickly supported the person and took the water from the table.

With one arm around Song Jinshu's waist, he put some hot tea to his mouth with the other to cool it before putting it into Song Jinshu's mouth.

Song Jinshu's body was so hot, the crimson on his cheeks extended to the end of his eyes, and there was water in his eyes, adding a bit of charm.

"We have a child!" Yan Cheng seemed to have just regained his senses, burying his head and hugging Song Jinshu, his fingertips trembling.

Song Jinshu didn't speak, the corners of his mouth were hooked up, and he couldn't hide the smile in his eyes.

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Song Jinshu's condition did not improve. The fever subsided that night, but the next morning, a large rash began to appear on his body.

Yancheng has been completely closed, and all the troops of Sanqianbian County have been recruited, and the people living in the entire station have contracted the disease. There were not enough doctors in the city's Traditional Chinese Medicine Center. The county magistrate of Yancheng went to the next town overnight to ask for a doctor. However, in one night, hundreds of people in Yancheng died, and people were panicked for a while.

The spread of the disease is so strong that it is possible to contract the disease with just a slight contact.

After the family of Boss Wang, who made tofu in the north of the city, died of the epidemic, the entire Yancheng seemed to have become a ghost town overnight. The streets and shops were empty and desolate.

The doctor from the medical center could not be invited. Yao Shaoqing had a special constitution and would not contract the disease, so he ran around the house and the inn with a big belly every day.

"Boss Yan should also take care of himself. Don't wait until Jin Shu is well and you fall down again."

Yan Cheng took the medicine Liu Cong handed over and drank it. He had not slept for several days. .

Song Jinshu's back was covered with rashes, itchy and painful, and the pain made his whole body tremble when he touched it lightly.

He was pregnant again, and he would spit out all the potions and meals after eating them in his stomach. After seven days in this way, Song Jinshu was seldom awake even during the day, and was immersed in a nightmare all day long, and the children who died in the previous life appeared in front of him from time to time.

Yan Cheng woke up one night and found that all the rashes on Song Jinshu's back were frayed, and the originally smooth back was dripping with blood. He didn't dare to sleep again at night, so he took Song Jinshu in his arms and let him straddle him with his head resting on his shoulders.

Whenever Song Jinshu struggled because of the itchy rash, Yan Cheng would wake up from his light sleep, untied the veil on Song Jinshu's body and gently fanned the wind with a fan to reduce the itching on his back.

When Song Jinshu was immersed in nightmares, his breathing was always so weak that Yan Cheng thought he was not breathing. He shook his legs gently, hummed an unknown tune, and called Song Jinshu's name over and over again, pulling him out of the nightmare.

The medicine for treatment could not be fed in. When Yao Shaoqing checked the pulse again, he found signs of slippery tires. At that time, Song Jinshu was a little awake. Hearing these words, he struggled to get up and drank the medicine in Yan Cheng's hand. In less than half an hour, he vomited out all of it.

The pool of filth on the ground was filled with blood.

Yan Cheng didn't dare to let Song Jinshu treat him like this again. He put the medicine in his mouth and fed it into Song Jinshu's mouth bit by bit. When he noticed that he was vomiting, he shook his legs and rubbed the back of Song Jinshu's heart. , and waited until he had eased before continuing to feed him a sip.

When Song Jinshu is rarely awake, he always likes to hold Yan Cheng's hand and press it on his stomach. There is no curvature there, but it already feels hard to the touch. Yan Cheng's eye sockets are dry and even turning his eyes hurts.

"Second Master..."

Song Jinshu called to him in a low voice, his chapped lips moved, blood oozing from the wound.

He saw the dark blue color in Yan Cheng's eyes that couldn't be ignored, raised his hand and touched his frowning brows distressedly, insisting on smoothing that spot.

"...Husband."

Yan Cheng was stunned for a moment, then lowered his head and kissed Song Jinshu's eyelids, feeling the warmth under his skin, coaxing him to sleep softly.