Chapter 152 Guessed Right

Shen Cuifen said with a smile.

She reached out and picked up the largest chicken leg from the pot, gently placing it into his bowl.

The chicken leg, golden brown and fragrant, lay steaming hot on top of the rice; just looking at it made one's mouth water.

This family hasn't had such a warm and cozy moment in a long time.

In the past, every evening at dinner time, the house would be filled with either arguments or the sound of things being smashed.

When Lu Jianguo and Yang Juanhua were at home, they would argue all the time, their faces turning red with anger.

Back then, the children ate their rice timidly, not daring to utter a sound.

Shen Cuifen could only silently lower her head, trying to mediate the fight while adding more water to the pot.

Shen Cuifen believed in these things. Once, unable to bear the oppressive atmosphere at home any longer, she secretly sought out a fortune teller.

She gave Shen Cuifen several yellowed talisman papers with strange, winding characters drawn on them in cinnabar.

"Your house has been haunted by evil spirits; something unclean is causing trouble."

The old woman squinted as she spoke.

"Put it under your mattress at night to ward off disasters and misfortunes."

Back then, Shen Cuifen spent a full two cents!

That was money she had saved up for several days' worth of groceries.

But when I got home, the house was still a mess, and I couldn't have a peaceful day.

Lu Jianguo continued his heavy drinking and bullying.

Yang Juanhua continued to wail and curse.

They have a small argument every three days and a big fight every five days.

Bed sheets and blankets can be torn into strips and thrown outside.

Every time she thinks about it, she can't help but grit her teeth.

But now that I think about it, what they said was absolutely right.

There are indeed evil spirits and unclean things in the house.

Those are Lu Jianguo and Yang Juanhua!

They are the root cause of all the chaos and unrest.

Now that they're gone, the house is finally quiet.

The family sat together, eating and chatting, laughing and joking, in a relaxed and natural atmosphere.

My sister told us about a classmate who secretly wrote a love letter to the teacher, which made everyone laugh heartily.

The younger brother boasted that he beat the class monitor in the race today, his face turning bright red.

Suddenly, Shen Cuifen noticed that Shen Fuhua was acting strangely.

This child's eyes light up whenever he sees meat or eggs, and he pounces on them like a hungry wolf.

The chopsticks moved so fast they were almost invisible, and in the blink of an eye, there were only a few pieces left on the plate.

But today, the chicken leg she put on his plate lay alone in the bowl, the skin still untouched.

Shen Cuifen's heart sank suddenly.

"Fuhua, are you feeling unwell?"

Now, the others noticed too.

The laughter around the table stopped abruptly, and everyone's eyes turned to Shen Fuhua.

His face was pale, beads of sweat were visible on his forehead, and his lips were tightly pressed together.

He shook his head, took a deep breath, his chest heaving a few times, before whispering, "No...it's nothing, Mom."

Shen Cuifen's expression immediately changed.

She slammed down her chopsticks, not even bothering to wipe away the few drops of soup that had splashed out of the bowl.

She quickly leaned forward and reached out to touch his forehead.

"Fuhua, are you hiding something from me? Don't be afraid, tell Mom the truth, and I won't hit you."

"Tell me, did you fall from the tree today?"

Seeing the worried look on her mother's face, Shen Fuhua's lips trembled and her eyes instantly turned red.

"Mom! My stomach hurts so much! It really hurts!"

He sobbed as he clutched his stomach tightly, curling his body into a ball.

Shen Cuifen panicked immediately, and the scene from her past life flashed through her mind.

We're the same age, and we're experiencing the same excruciating pain.

The final diagnosis was a hernia that had developed from the fall, which nearly led to a major disaster!

Hearing the commotion, everyone at the table put down their bowls and chopsticks and gathered around Shen Fuhua.

"Fuhua, are you too hungry? Is your stomach hurting because it's so empty?"

Song Qiaoying squatted down and asked softly.

Shen Fuhua bit her lip and shook her head in pain.

"Fuhua, don't be afraid. Tell Mom, is your stomach hurting really badly? Let Mom take a look, okay?"

In a moment of panic, Shen Cuifen reached out to lift his shirt to check if there was anything unusual in the child's abdomen.

Upon seeing this, Shen Fuhua's face flushed red, and he instinctively took two steps back.

"Mom... I can manage by myself... Please, don't look... I can check myself..."

Seeing this, Song Qiaoying quickly grabbed Shen Cuifen's wrist and scolded her in a low voice.

"What are you doing! The child is so big now, a sensible young man. How can you treat him like a little baby, coaxing him, holding him, and lifting his clothes to look at his belly!"

Shen Cuifen stood there, stunned, feeling a pang of regret.

I almost forgot, Shen Fuhua is already eleven years old.

"Brother, quickly take Fuhua inside and take a good look at him. He's in so much pain, could he have really developed a hernia?"

Song Qiaoying lowered her voice to remind her.

Upon hearing this, Qin Yongcai immediately stood up from his chair.

Seeing Shen Fuhua sweating profusely from the pain, his heart sank. He quickly bent down and hoisted the child onto his right shoulder.

He then strode across the courtyard and headed towards the main room.

Although Lu Qiming did not follow, his face was completely pale with fright.

"Oh my goodness, why is this child suddenly in so much pain?"

The village chief frowned, glanced at the hillside outside the kitchen, and muttered to himself.

"Could it be that he ate something unclean while he was up the mountain? In this weather, there may be fewer wild vegetables and fruits, but it's hard to guarantee that there are no poisonous ones mixed in."

Upon hearing this, Lu Qiming quickly waved his hand.

"That's impossible! It's only the beginning of spring, and the new leaves on the mountain haven't even fully grown yet. Where would we find fruit to eat? Besides, Fuhua is always obedient and never picks wild fruit to put in his mouth!"

The village chief slapped his forehead.

"Oh right, how could I forget! I was so flustered. I was so worried that I didn't think of anything. Could it be that she's sick?"

"Oh dear, what should we do!"

Lu Qiming was so anxious that he stomped his feet on the spot.

"I'm like this now, lying here unable to move, unable to help at all. I'm a complete useless person! If I could stand up, I would have carried Fuhua to the hospital long ago! But now... sigh, I'm so frustrated!"

The village chief quickly stepped forward and grabbed his still waving hand.

“Brother Qiming, don’t say that! You’re already doing so well, and you still worry about your family and your children. That’s the greatest contribution you can make. It’s better for you to live peacefully and get better day by day than anything else.”

Lu Qiming choked up and raised his hand to wipe away the tears on his face.

Then she silently closed her eyes.

Shen Cuifen and the others stood outside the house, all holding their breath.

A few minutes later, Qin Yongcai rushed out of the house, covered in sweat.

"Cuifen, Cuifen!"

He shouted, panting heavily.

"You guessed right! It really is a hernia!"

Shen Cuifen's head buzzed. Her face turned deathly pale instantly.

She immediately turned around and rushed into the house without caring about anything else.

As soon as I came in, I saw my son curled up in the corner of the kang (a heated brick bed), his little face flushed red and his forehead covered in cold sweat.

"Fuhua! Fuhua! Don't be afraid! Mom's here!"

She rushed to the edge of the kang (a heated brick bed), knelt down, and hugged her son tightly.

"Come on up, climb up quickly! Mom will carry you to the hospital! We're leaving right away!"