Reborn in the 70s: Pampered by Regiment Commander
Chapter 298 - 211 Seriously Ill

Chapter 298: Chapter 211 Seriously Ill

Luan Xiaoxiang was a sincere child. When Zhao Yuying said it was trouble, she took it as if Yuying really felt troubled by her and immediately stepped aside to avoid her hand: "Auntie, why are you saying such things to me? From Chuxia’s perspective, Sister Meiying is my cousin, so it’s only right for me to take care of her."

"Sister Meifeng, quickly get up. You need to drink the Ginger Soup while it’s hot. After drinking it, cover yourself with the blanket and sweat it out; you’ll feel better soon. Whenever I catch a cold, my mom does the same for me..." Seeing that Wang Meifeng had not gotten up after a long while, Luan Xiaoxiang kindly reminded her, "Auntie, please help Sister Meifeng to sit up."

The blanket noticeably shuddered.

"Who is ill?" Zhou Mikang asked out of politeness.

"It’s your aunt’s Meifeng, she caught a cold..." Old Lady Zhao said as she walked away, "Xiao Zhou, you don’t need to worry about this, just accompany your grandmother downstairs."

"Grandma, wait a moment. I’ll call the doctor." Zhou Mikang had already walked over to the bedside and was about to dial the phone as he spoke.

"No need, no need..." Zhao Yuying pulled on Zhou Mikang’s sleeve urgently, "Xiao Zhou, really, there’s no need. Meifeng just needs to warm up, drink some Ginger Soup, sleep a bit, and she’ll be fine."

The frank child Luan Xiaoxiang nodded in agreement and once again reminded Zhao Yuying, "Auntie, you should quickly help Sister Meifeng sit up. The Ginger Soup won’t work if it gets cold. Xiaoqiong, come over and help out. A sick person is heavy to move..."

Wrapped up in the blanket, Wang Meifeng was so infuriated by Luan Xiaoxiang that she was nearly fuming, left with no other choice but to clutch the corners of the blanket tightly around herself.

Chuxia sighed to herself. She didn’t pity Wang Meifeng, but considering her aunt’s feelings, she couldn’t let her lose face in front of Zhou Mikang.

Although her aunt didn’t like Wang Meifeng’s personality, she was still her biological daughter. If she let Meifeng lose face in front of Zhou Mikang while knowing everything, she suspected that her aunt would probably not want to have anything to do with her in the future.

She didn’t know much about the affairs of her original self, but ever since she had arrived in this era, her aunt had treated her very well. Every time she visited her grandmother’s house, her aunt would always bring her something to eat, asking her grandmother to keep it for her until she visited.

Moreover, she heard from Zhao Yulan that ever since she was born, well, more precisely since this body was born, her aunt had prepared new clothes for her every New Year’s. Since she had taken over the original body, of course, she had to take on this debt of gratitude.

Besides, if a grudge arose from this incident, Zhao Yulan might not say anything, but she would surely be unhappy about it in her heart.

As her thoughts raced, Chuxia saw Luo Xiaoqiong approaching the bedside and quickly ushered Zhou Mikang out: "You go ahead and accompany grandma downstairs. I’m here. If the situation gets worse, I’ll ask you to call the doctor."

"Okay." Zhou Mikang nodded without any fuss and helped Elder Zhao down the stairs.

Before descending, Old Lady Zhao turned to give Chuxia an approving look.

No matter how wrong Wang Meifeng might be, she was still family. Keeping face for one’s family in front of in-laws was essentially keeping face for oneself, that was Old Lady Zhao’s philosophy.

"Huff huff huff..."

When Chuxia turned back, she saw Wang Meifeng sitting on the bed like a drenched hen, her mouth wide open, panting heavily.

Luan Xiaoxiang was completely stunned, staring at Wang Meifeng with unblinking eyes, her face full of disbelief. As for the Ginger Soup, Zhao Yuying had somehow ended up holding it.

And Luo Xiaoqiong, with a face full of pity, couldn’t believe that in just a short time, Wang Meifeng had turned into this state.

"Come on, drink it." Zhao Yuying, maintaining appearances, held the bowl up to her daughter.

"Drink what!" Wang Meifeng glared at the still-dumbfounded Luan Xiaoxiang, got off the bed, slipped on her shoes, and walked out — it’s not that she didn’t want to run; she was too hot to move... reaching the door and noticing a shadow in front of her, she reflexively tried to sidestep, "What are you..."

"Ah!..." The next second, Wang Meifeng stood at the doorway covering her face, screaming again.

Zhou Mikang looked at her in surprise, then turned his gaze to his innocent wife, raising the small medicine bottle in his hand: "I came up to bring some medicine."

He really didn’t mean to. He just felt that, no matter what, Wang Meifeng was still his wife’s relative, and he should show some consideration.

"Give it to me." Chuxia stepped forward to take the medicine and smiled at him, "My cousin is embarrassed because she’s covered in sweat. Go on down."

"Okay." Zhou Mikang responded and swiftly left.