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Unfortunately, the weather turned bad, and it suddenly started to rain.

Tao'er became even more anxious.

Just then, the old man shouted into the house, "Old woman, it's raining! Quickly bring out the oil-paper umbrella!"

Tao'er, carrying Ayan, walked into the courtyard under the old man's guidance. There, she saw an old woman walking out, holding a bronze-colored oil-paper umbrella and another one in her left hand.

Grandma walked over with small, quick steps, glanced at Tao'er and the two children, one big and one small, and didn't ask anything. Instead, she sighed with heartache, "What's wrong with this child?"

Do you have a fever?

"Girl, hurry inside, don't get wet in the rain."

After saying that, he quickly opened the oil-paper umbrella towards them.

She gave the other oil-paper umbrella to her husband, saying, "Honey, this one is for you."

"Thank you, Grandma."

Tao'er thanked her gratefully. She could tell that the old woman in front of her was the old man's wife and didn't seem like a bad person.

The raindrops fell like broken beads, pattering against the dilapidated eaves. A few drops leaked through the gaps in the thatched roof, accumulating into a small puddle of muddy water in the corner.

Tao'er frowned, unable to appreciate the rainy scenery. She used to like it, but now she disliked it completely.

The saying "when it rains, it pours" perfectly describes their current situation.

Tao'er was anxious and cursed the heavens in her heart: Why is it raining at this time? Is it deliberately trying to mess with me?

Is this because they think the two of them haven't had enough bad luck yet?

She could bear it and it would pass, but Ah Yan, he's only five years old!

God, who is wreaking havoc, can't you have some mercy?

As I cursed in my heart, my eyes stung, and tears involuntarily streamed down my face.

The old man, carrying a dim yellow oil lamp that seemed to have appeared out of nowhere, led Tao'er through the narrow courtyard, splashing tiny droplets of water with each step.

"Young lady, walk this way, watch your step, the yard is very muddy."

The old man's voice was hoarse, his body was hunched over, and there was a faint smell of night soil emanating from him.

The oil lamp trembled slightly in his hand, its light and shadow flickering, illuminating the dilapidated stone mill and a few vegetable seedlings that had been battered by the rain in the courtyard.

It was obvious at a glance that they were from a very ordinary and poor family.

Tao'er held Ayan tightly in her arms, silently praying that nothing would happen to her.

He kept calling out "Ayan" from time to time, afraid that he might actually fall asleep.

Ayan's little head rested weakly on her shoulder, his breathing rapid and hot, each breath burning Tao'er's neck.

Feeling the warm gas, Tao'er guessed that it was probably caused by the high fever and convulsions resulting from the day's exhaustion and fear.

This can happen to many children as young as a few years old.

"This is the room. It's a bit simple, but it's still quite dry."

"Young lady, quickly lift the young master up and lay him down!"

The old man pushed open a creaking wooden door, and the light from an oil lamp flooded in, illuminating the simple, almost shabby furnishings inside: a wooden bed covered with a thin sheet.

A crippled square table, supported by a square block of wood underneath.

The two smooth bamboo stools must have been woven by themselves.

There were several bundles of dry straw piled up in the corner, probably for making beds.

A bamboo-woven fish basket and a straw hat were hanging on the wall.

Tao'er gently placed Ayan on the bed. As soon as Ayan touched the bed, he unconsciously curled up, his little face burning red.

His hands refused to let go of her neck.

She murmured softly, "Sister Tao'er, don't leave Ayan..."

"Ayan, be good. Sister Tao'er is here. Don't be afraid."

"Let go of my hand first, Sister Tao'er will stay with you."

She coaxed Ayan while gently patting him.

Ayan then released his hand, but his eyes remained tightly closed.

Perhaps unaccustomed to the hard wooden bed, it shifted restlessly a few times.

Tao'er immediately raised her hand to reach for Ayan's forehead, but withdrew her hand as soon as she touched it; the temperature was frighteningly hot.

"Uncle, the young master seems to be having convulsions and has a fever!" Tao'er's voice was urgent. "Could you please bring a basin of hot water?"

The old man's face changed, a flicker of panic flashing in his cloudy, tired eyes. He quickly turned to his wife, who had followed him into the house, and called out, "Old woman, hurry! Get a basin of hot water, quick!"

The old woman responded and ran off, her footsteps sounding hurried and flustered in the rain.

The old man stood to the side, anxiously wringing his hands and pacing back and forth in the small room: "What should we do? The young master's health is precious. If anything happens to him..."

The Xiao family is probably...

How can I face Old Master Xiao!

"No, the young master can't be harmed! I'll go find a doctor right now!"

"Uncle, wait a minute!" Tao'er hurriedly called out to the old man who had already turned to leave.

We mustn't call a doctor!

"Miss, the young master has a fever. If we don't call a doctor, he might not make it through tomorrow!"

You're not going to abandon the young master just because he has a fever, are you?

The old man glanced at the young master's flushed face, feeling a pang of sympathy, and then asked in a somewhat stiff tone.

A few days ago, a three-year-old child here died because of a persistent high fever.

The family cried their hearts out.

"Uncle, you've misunderstood me. How could I abandon Ayan!"

If I had such thoughts, I would have run away long ago. Why would I have waited until now?

"The young master and I cannot be exposed; the fewer people who know about our dealings in your family, the better."

Tao'er realized the old man had misunderstood and quickly explained.

The more people who know, the greater the danger, and it will not benefit her, Ayan, or the old man.

The old man stopped in his tracks, turned around, and quickly apologized, "Young lady, I'm sorry, I misunderstood you just now."

She then looked up at the listless young master on the bed, her eyes filled with worry: "But young lady, the young master has a high fever..."

"I have a way." Tao'er's voice was soft, but unusually firm.

The old man was about to ask what could be done, but she was just a teenage girl, not a doctor, so what could she possibly do?

At this moment, the aunt walked in and said, "Husband, what nonsense are you talking about here!"

I could tell from looking at this girl that she wasn't that kind of person.

Don't worry about so much, we'll do whatever the girl says.

She said if there's a way, there definitely is.

The mother-in-law placed it in a wooden basin while scolding the old man.

She heard what the two of them were saying.

Although this little girl is young, she has a calm gaze and is clearly a person with her own ideas.

"Uncle, please stay outside and keep watch so no one can come in."

Don't worry, I studied a little pharmacology before, the young master will be fine.

Tao'er thought to herself that her mother-in-law was a very understanding and sensible person.

Looking into Tao'er's calm yet resolute eyes, the old man hesitated for a moment before finally nodding: "Then... if you need anything, please call us anytime."

He glanced at Ayan on the bed, his eyes still showing worry, but he quickly left the room and gently closed the door.

An old man's hushed voice came from outside the door: "Old woman, go cook some noodles and crack two eggs in."

I'll stay here and keep watch.

Hearing the noise outside the door, Tao'er quickly got up and bolted the door.

She was afraid they might accidentally come in and catch her using something from her spatial storage, which would be troublesome.

If she couldn't explain it clearly, people might think she was a monster, and she dared not gamble.

Even though they are kind people, people in ancient times believed most in ghosts and gods, so she couldn't gamble.

She was afraid of being burned at the stake as a monster; she didn't want to die.

On the other hand, she was also afraid that they would disturb her treatment of Ayan.

Tao'er turned around and walked to the bedside. She took a deep breath, closed her eyes, and concentrated.

Think to yourself: Smart thermometer!

The next second, a new type of green thermometer appeared out of thin air in her hand. It was one she had bought and stored in her spatial storage, and it came in handy.

Luckily, she had prepared this good thing.

Tao'er gently placed the thermometer under Ayan's armpit. The boy shifted restlessly in his drowsy state, murmuring intermittently, "Grandmother...cold...Ayan is cold..."

"It'll be over soon, Ah Yan, be good."

Tao'er gently comforted him, then took out a soft and warm down comforter from her space and covered him with it.

Ayan murmured again, "Father...Mother...Don't go..."

In the end, she kept calling out, "Sister Tao'er...don't leave Ayan..."

Tao'er's heart felt like it was being squeezed. She remembered the sudden change, the suffering A-Yan had endured that day, the Prime Minister's mansion engulfed in flames, and the old lady's last words: "Tao'er, I'm entrusting A-Yan to you..."

Tears welled up in my eyes involuntarily.

After a while, the thermometer beeped slightly. Tao took it out and saw that it read 39.5 degrees Celsius!

She gasped; no wonder it was so hot.

If the temperature gets any higher, he might get meningitis, and then he would really become a mentally challenged person.

I wonder when this guy developed a high fever. Could it be that he's been holding it in the whole time?

If that's really the case, then it's too much to ask of him.

Tao'er was starting to admire the limits of this little guy's abilities.

She dared not delay any longer. She quickly took out fever reducers and a small bottle of mineral water from her spatial storage, carefully helped Ayan up, and fed him the fever reducers.

Ayan swallowed unconsciously, but vomited up most of the water.

Tao'er patiently fed him little by little, gently coaxing him, "Ayan, be good, you won't feel uncomfortable after you take the medicine."

After taking the medicine, she wrung out a cotton cloth from the wooden basin and carefully wiped Ayan's body.

When Tao'er removed Ayan's sticky outer clothes, she discovered that there were several bruises on Ayan's thin body, which must have been caused by bumps and bruises during the escape.

It must hurt a lot!

Her eyes welled up slightly, and her movements became even gentler.

After wiping him down, she changed Ayan into clean clothes. There were many of Ayan's clothes in the space.

She dressed him in ordinary cotton clothes instead of fine silks and satins, so as to better conceal his identity.

Finally, she took out an ice pack, wrapped it in cotton cloth, and gently applied it to Ayan's forehead.

Then she took out the ointment and gently applied it to Ayan. By tomorrow, many of the bruises would have faded.

Ah Yan won't be in so much pain; he'll suffer much less.

Ayan finally stopped having nightmares and fell into a deep sleep.

Taking advantage of the gap, he slipped into his spatial dimension and changed into a simple and extremely plain set of clothes.