"Xiao Liu, isn't it okay?"

"Amitabha!"

Hongyi clasped his hands together, his eyes showing a sad look: "I hope so."

Fang Zheng thought for a while and said, "I want to go and see the fifth day of the New Year."

"I'm afraid this is not good, right?"

Hong Yi looked embarrassed.

At this time, people who get sick usually avoid others. Except for doctors, even relatives will not approach them easily.

It is said that this is because patients will have a dying aura, and ordinary people will get sick after they stay for a long time.

Fang Zheng did not resist this.

"It's okay."

He waved his hand and walked towards the courtyard.

"Oh, ah!"

Hongyi stretched out his hand to stop him, but he didn't stop him. He could only sigh and walked in.

Zhang Chuwu's family was not well-off. Otherwise, he would not have sent Hongyi to the temple to be a monk.

There are three earthen houses in the desolate courtyard, one of which is Zhang Chuwu's bedroom.

When I opened the curtain, the room was extremely simple, with only one bed, one case, and one wooden cabinet.

There was a man lying on the bed, his face turned pale, his eyes were straight, and he was wrapped tightly in several layers of bedding.

“Fifth day of the New Year.”

"Brother Fang."

His eyes were full of vitality, and he forced himself to hold his body and smiled, "Why are you here? Brother, you won't stop him."

"It's okay, I'll just come and see you."

Fang Zheng glanced at the bedding on his body and frowned and said, "How are you doing this? This kind of weather is so thick."

"cold!"

Zhang Chuwu sighed and said, "I don't know if I was suffering from the cold or ate something I shouldn't eat. I fell asleep last night and felt pain everywhere. I woke up and felt exhausted all over."

"It's fine."

Fang Zheng comforted: "You have always been very strong. You will be cured in two days."

"Hope!"

Zhang Chuwu sighed and said, "I can't go to the Song family these two days. Please tell me about it."

"fine."
Chapter completed!