Chapter 314: Good People Will Be Rewarded

"Open the doors and windows—on such a hot day, a normal person inside would be suffocating, let alone a child?" Jiang Yunchu looked toward Qiu Hui.

Qiu Hui hesitated a little, her hands nervously rubbing together, "The child said he was cold, and later the doctor told us to bundle him up more, to keep him warm."

Jiang Yunchu sighed, "I have a way to save him, Qiu Hui, you must trust me."

Qiu Hui was also anxious, but she dared not move.

But at that moment, someone moved—Ya Gu.

The girl who always wore a shy smile, without saying a word, directly opened the door, the door curtain also hung on the door, and the tightly shut window was also opened.

Qiu Hui shed tears, "Don't, don't open them all, the child can't bear it."

"Host, please, the child is still small, the doctor said not to open them!"

She knelt on the ground and then pulled Ya Gu.

Ya Gu was a little anxious, then she waved her hands quickly, but her movements were too fast for anyone to understand what she was trying to say.

"If we keep it stuffy like this, even a healthy child will be suffocated to death."

"You're such a big person, aren't you uncomfortable inside the house?"

"Look at the child—under the neck, under the arms, the flesh has already rotted; aren't you uncomfortable?"

Jiang Yunchu couldn't say she was angry, nor could she say she felt pity; she was just a person with a hard heart.

"You can be stupid to death, but don't get the child killed!"

Looking at the child's thin, weak appearance, his face was flushed red, his lips were skin-like and pallid, the child lay there with his eyes closed, devoid of vitality.

"It's over……"

"It's all over……"

Qiu Hui saw the quilt that had been lifted, then she sat on the ground, soul-less, as if her soul had been sucked out.

Jiang Yunchu lay down, listened to the child's chest, then listened to his back—the heavy rattling of phlegm, plus wet crackles—pneumonia…

Pneumonia, in this era is an incurable disease; that doctor probably can't cure it, but he still wants to make money…

That's how we have this scene now—quack doctor!

"Do you have paper and pen?" Jiang Yunchu lifted her head and looked toward Qiu Hui; just a moment ago, in the workshop, she had been a clean and capable person, but now her eyes were fixed on the child, and she couldn't hear anything from the outside world.

Jiang Yunchu shook her head helplessly, feeling both pity and resentment toward her.

"Host, I have these." A woman said, then hurried home and carefully took out brush, ink, paper, and inkstone.

They were the cheapest kind, but only those who had these items at home were either men practicing calligraphy or children practicing.

"Thanks."

Jiang Yunchu glanced at the woman, memorized her appearance, picked up a brush and boldly swept it, writing a prescription; the freehand script showed no concealment at all.

Seeing her cursive script, only one word: wild!

"Seeing the writing is like seeing the person."

That woman had just been a little afraid, but after seeing her first character, she hurried home, pulled over a small child, and said, "You learn this."

The child was timid, he hid behind his mother, then poked out his little head to look at the characters on the paper—some he recognized, but some he didn't.

"The script I wrote isn't suitable for you yet; you're young and need to learn basic characters. Once you've mastered the basics, if you like wild cursive, I can give you character stickers to practice."

Jiang Yunchu gave a light smile, turned back, and glanced at the child.

Although the child was afraid, his gaze never left the paper—obviously a child who loves learning.

"Really?"

The child asked softly, but upon meeting her gaze, he immediately darted back behind his mother.

"Really!"

"But my memory is bad; after you finish practicing, remember to come find me for more."

She gave a light smile, the child also smiled, but soon his gaze turned cold.

"Forget it, there's not enough money at home; I have to go work to earn wages." The child shook his head and then said somewhat despondently.

The woman rubbed the child's head, "Don't worry, your parents will earn money."

But the child shook his head and said nothing more.

"Ya Gu, go ask the steward for money and go directly to a good pharmacy to buy medicine."

Ya Gu nodded, took the already-dried paper, and ran out.

"Sister-in-law, please bring over a pot of hot water."

The child's body is covered in rashes, and the skin under his neck and arms is rotted—what immense suffering has he endured?

"Alright, I'm going now."

Then she glanced at Qiu Hui, also sighing helplessly, "Qiu Hui."

"Earlier, sister-in-law said, even good people who bundle up like this will get sick, let alone a child."

"You trust the host, right!"

But Qiu Hui seemed not to have heard at all, her eyes vacant, as if she had suffered a huge blow.

Jiang Yunchu sighed, shaking her head helplessly.

While waiting for the medicine to decoct, that aunt had already boiled the water, helping Jiang Yunchu wash the child clean; the child was so small and thin he weighed less than a chicken, his whole body just skin and bones.

"This child, he's really suffering!"

The woman wiped her eyes; she also had a child at home and couldn't bear to see a child suffer.

"Before I thought Qiu Hui was pitiful, now I just think she's foolish—look what state the child is in; if being alive is this painful, does the child really want to live like this?"

"It'll be fine, it'll get better." Jiang Yunchu gave a light sigh.

Ya Gu walked in from outside holding the medicine bowl.

Jiang Yunchu took it from her hand, "Let me check it first before he drinks."

She put the anti‑inflammatory and fever‑reducing medicines exchanged from the space into the medicine bowl, confirmed they had dissolved, and then brought it over.

Nowadays there are no pills; one can only use other medicines as a cover, but these herbs also clear the lungs, dispel phlegm and stop coughing—perfect for his condition.

Let me do it.

The woman brought it over, Ya Gu held the child, and the woman fed the medicine—she didn't know if the child was already used to drinking it or felt a bit better, but the child instinctively swallowed the medicine.

"Have some water." Jiang Yunchu brought over the warm water and handed it to her sister‑in‑law.

She knew how bitter the medicine was, but the child showed no abnormality, as if he were drinking water.

She took out a bottle of ointment from her sleeve, gently applied it to the child, covering any ulcerated spots; in this hot weather she only covered the child with a thin cloth, covering the area below the belly.

"In about two hours the child will wake up; if you want him to see you as you are now, then pretend I never said anything." Jiang Yunchu walked over to Qiu Hui, her tone tinged with coldness.

Then she took twenty copper coins and handed them to the woman who had just helped.

"Host, I can't take this, that's not allowed." The woman dodged away.

Jiang Yunchu glanced, gave a light smile, and said, "That's fine; good people will be rewarded."

Even if heaven doesn't repay, in her workshop she will repay!

Ya Gu and Jiang Yunchu left, but she still had something to say to the Pillarhead Steward.

Qiu Hui just kept looking at the child, her child!

He was already plagued with misfortune; after this ordeal, how long can this frail child survive?