"Brother Yue, why are you crying?"

Immersed in grief, Yan Zhenyue raised his head with bloodshot eyes.

His missing wife was within reach.

He reached out with trembling hands to touch it, and when he realized he could touch something real, he buried his head in his wife's lower abdomen and held her waist tightly with his big hands.

"Yingru, you don't want to leave, do you? Please don't go... I'll stay with you no matter what..."

Lin Yingru's shirt was already soaked with sweat from her run, and now the front of her shirt was also soaked by Yan Zhenyue's tears.

She reached out and gently tugged at her husband's head, sighing softly, "I didn't leave. I just got tired of lying around at home these past few days, so I went for a run. Where did you think I went?"

Yan Zhenyue slowly raised his head, his eyes still carrying the lingering sadness, which was quickly replaced by a look of bewilderment.

Seemingly not understanding his wife's words, he repeated blankly:

"Run...run?"

"Yeah, what else did you think I went to do?"

Yan Zhenyue looked up at his wife, whose face was flushed from running, her hair was damp and hanging down her temples, and she was wearing a training uniform.

Although he is still as thin as a stick, he doesn't seem as critically ill as he was a while ago.

For days he had thought his wife was experiencing a final burst of energy before death, but after so many days, his lapsed judgment finally came back to normal.

Even with this brief resurgence, after so many days, my wife has been eating three bowls of rice at every meal, almost back to her previous appetite.

And her complexion is getting rosier and rosier; she even managed to get up early to go for a run today.

It looks like a fairly normal way of life.

His heart was pounding wildly, and a look of disbelief flashed in his eyes.

He didn't even dare to consider that most unlikely possibility...

"Okay, let me go first. I'm all sweaty and need to take a shower and change my clothes. You should also tidy yourself up."

“Sitting here in the hall crying so early in the morning, surrounded by comrades and neighbors, at your age, don’t you feel ashamed?”

Lin Yingru pushed her husband away and went upstairs.

Yan Zhenyue stared at his wife's retreating figure for a long time, unable to come back to his senses.

Yingru's steps were noticeably strong and powerful, not like she was forcing herself to walk.

He suddenly stood up, walked to the table where the telephone was, and dialed a number.

"Brother Li, do you have time to come over now?"

—

When Lin Yingru finished showering and came downstairs, Yan Zhenyue was still wearing the same clothes as before, and the dirty part in front of him hadn't been touched at all.

I just washed the snot and tears off my face.

An elderly man with a full head of silver hair and bright, piercing eyes sat on the sofa.

This is the old Chinese medicine doctor who has prescribed medicine for her in the past few months.

Her condition had been examined by doctors in rotation, and she had undergone more than a dozen surgeries, both major and minor.

In the end, he was told he didn't have long to live and had to leave the rest to fate.

Undeterred, Yan Zhenyue decided to try traditional Chinese medicine when Western medicine failed.

This Brother Li was the miraculous doctor he had found after making many inquiries; he came from the same place as them, Anshi.

It was also thanks to his medical skills that he was confident he could extend her life by six months.

It goes without saying what Brother Li is doing here right now.

Lin Yingru walked over and sat down next to Old Li, extending her hand to him.

Li Huaqing looked at the woman who had changed so much in less than half a month, and his eyes were filled with surprise.

However, when he took the pulse of this woman who had once declared that she only had six months to live, his pupils trembled slightly.

Yan Zhenyue asked anxiously, "How much longer does Yingru have..."

Li Huaqing suppressed his shock. In all his years of practicing medicine, the last time he had lost his composure like this was before.

He stroked his beard and pondered for a moment:

"Zhenyue, tell me about Xiaoru's recent situation in detail."

Lin Yingru's heart skipped a beat.

She knew that her current state was probably related to the bottle of essential oil her daughter-in-law had given her.

But this matter is so shocking that it must never be spread.

She looked at her husband nervously.

Fortunately, Yan Zhenyue wasn't thinking about that at the moment. He was talking about what had happened since they reunited with their son, mostly about their diet and daily routines.

Li Huaqing exclaimed in surprise, "The child has been found? No wonder, Xiaoru's health was originally related to her emotional distress."

Otherwise, with my medical skills, it wouldn't be a problem for her to live for another year or two. The main reason is that her mental illness accelerated her condition.

Looking back now, perhaps my mindset has changed; with less burden, my internal organs have finally had a chance to breathe.

Finally, Li Huaqing thought of the pulse he had just taken, and his brow furrowed slightly, but then returned to normal.

"Xiaoru's health is improving. Although I don't understand the real reason, this is not an isolated case."

As long as she stays in a good mood, longevity shouldn't be a problem.

After all, one's appearance reflects one's heart, and medical skills are sometimes closely related to facial features. Having practiced medicine for most of his life, he can also understand some facial features.

Now it must be a change in her mindset; the worry in her eyes has disappeared.

This time, the face doesn't show signs of impending death; on the contrary, it indicates that good fortune is yet to come.

Moreover, her internal organs are gradually repairing to varying degrees.

Although everything is inexplicable, I can think of that girl.

He could only attribute it to God's favor towards the pitiful.

As for him...

Sigh, looks like I'm getting old.

He couldn't even diagnose the pulse twice in a row. In the end, he had to show off his medical skills.

Only after hearing Li Huaqing's words did Yan Zhenyue feel a sense of reality.

Overwhelmed with immense joy, before he could even thank Li Huaqing, everything went black.

He suddenly fainted.

"Brother Yue!"

"Zhenyue?"

Li Huaqing was the first to react, and together with Lin Yingru, they helped the person to the sofa.

moment.

"It's nothing serious, just caused by a lack of oxygen to the brain due to high emotions after experiencing extreme joy or sorrow."

Yan Zhenyue heard these words as soon as he woke up, and his face turned red for the first time in decades, a man who had never known shame.

He was so embarrassed that he fainted from a moment of excitement...

Sensing his discomfort, Li Hua cleared his throat.

"Alright, I'll head back now if there's nothing else. Call me next time if you need anything."

Lin Yingru hurriedly said, "Brother Li, thank you for making this trip today. I'll give you a ride."

…

When Lin Yingru came back in through the door, Yan Zhenyue had already returned to normal.

Lin Yingru chuckled.

"The renowned Chief Yan has truly shown me a different side of himself today. Not only did he cry buckets of tears and snot, but he even fainted from excitement... Haha..."

Before Yan Zhenyue could even feel ashamed, he heard two voices coming from the doorway.

"Huh? Mom, who fainted from excitement?"

"Tsk! Who else could it be but Chief Yan!"