Shen Qiqi and Xu Jing transmigrated into the book and became daughters-in-law of the Lu family.
In the Lu family, they encounter all sorts of mishaps. Shen Qiqi mistakes her husband, and afte...
In the ancestral hall, Shen Qiqi had just finished enjoying the worshipful gazes of the crowd and before she had time to rest her hands on her hips, she was stunned by the sudden bad news.
"Uncle Li's house? The house collapsed? What kind of tragedy is this!" Her heart skipped a beat, and an ominous premonition arose.
"Let's go and take a look!" Shen Qiqi didn't dare to delay for a moment and rushed out holding up her skirt.
Her legs moved very fast, like a spinning top with acceleration on, and she wanted to reach Uncle Li's house in one step.
The wind blew past her ears, carrying a hint of anxiety.
Lu Qing followed closely behind, his brows furrowed and his eyes full of worry.
My daughter-in-law has such an impetuous temper that it makes people love her but also feel helpless.
He took two steps at a time and grabbed Shen Qiqi's wrist, his voice carrying a hint of seriousness: "Slow down, don't fall!"
Shen Qiqi didn't care about these things. She held Lu Qing's hand tightly with her backhand and said in a hurried tone: "Hurry up, I wonder how Mr. Li is doing!"
The two ran all the way, the air was filled with tension, as if even time had slowed down.
When they arrived at Uncle Li's house, the scene before them made Shen Qiqi's heart sink to the bottom in an instant.
The place was in ruins and in ruins.
The originally neat mud brick house now looked like it had been ravaged by a typhoon and was in a mess.
Uncle Li was squatting in front of the ruins with a hunched back. He looked as if all his energy had been drained away. His face was filled with sorrow and the wrinkles on his forehead seemed as deep as if they had been carved with a knife.
The neighbors around also gathered around, sighing, but were helpless to do anything.
"Uncle Li!" Shen Qiqi hurried forward, her voice trembling slightly.
Uncle Li raised his head and saw that it was Shen Qiqi and Lu Qing, and a faint light flashed in his turbid eyes.
He opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but was choked with sobs and couldn't speak. He just shook his head weakly, and two lines of tears slid down his wrinkled cheeks.
Lu Qing stepped forward and held Uncle Li's arm, and asked softly, "Uncle Li, what happened?"
Uncle Li seemed to have finally found an outlet to confide in, and he said intermittently: "I...my son...is sick...and needs a large sum of money...our family...has no money...and the house...collapsed again..." He became more and more excited as he spoke, and finally he simply covered his face and sobbed. The sad emotions surged like a tide, drowning him.
Shen Qiqi listened to Uncle Li's story, feeling mixed emotions, like a spice jar had been overturned, with sour, sweet, bitter, spicy and salty flavors.
She bit her lips, frowned, and a strong feeling of powerlessness surged in her heart.
She knew that in this day and age, the most feared thing was getting sick. Once you got sick, it would be a disaster.
At this moment, Shen Qiqi heard Lu Qing's low voice: "Uncle Li, don't be anxious..."
Shen Qiqi looked at the grief-stricken Mr. Li in front of her, and felt as if her heart was pierced by a needle.
She took a deep breath, forced a comforting smile, gently patted the back of Uncle Li's hand, and said firmly: "Uncle Li, don't worry, if the sky falls, there are tall people to hold it up! If the house collapses, we can rebuild it. If your son is sick, we will find a way to treat him! Don't worry, I will definitely help you!"
Shen Qiqi's eyes were full of strength, like a bright light in the darkness, illuminating Uncle Li's desperate heart.
A glimmer of hope flashed in Uncle Li's cloudy eyes. He trembled and grasped Shen Qiqi's hand, his gratitude overflowing with words: "Qiqi, you are such a good child! Uncle... Uncle doesn't know how to thank you..."
Lu Qing also echoed from the side: "Uncle Li, don't worry, we are here! We will definitely do our best to help!" As he said, he gently held Shen Qiqi's hand, giving her strength and support.
Shen Qiqi turned to look at Lu Qing, her eyes full of emotion.
It’s great to have him by my side during this difficult time!
An indescribable feeling of happiness surged in her heart, and she felt as if her heart was wrapped in a layer of honey, sweet.
There is no need for much words between the two of them. Just a look or a gesture can make them understand each other's intentions.
The air was filled with a warm atmosphere, as if even the surrounding ruins had become softer.
Shen Qiqi secretly made up her mind to help Uncle Li overcome this difficulty!
She turned to look at Lu Qing, with a hint of determination in her eyes: "Brother Qing, let's find a solution together!"
"Yeah." Lu Qing nodded heavily, with a determined light flashing in his eyes.
"Uncle Li, please don't worry. Tell us what's wrong with your son and how much does it cost?" Shen Qiqi asked softly.
Uncle Li wiped his tears and choked up, saying, "My son...he has...tuberculosis..."
"Tuberculosis?!" Shen Qiqi and Lu Qing exclaimed in unison, their faces instantly becoming solemn.
In this era of lack of medical care and medicine, tuberculosis is almost equivalent to a terminal illness...
Shen Qiqi bit her lip and thought to herself, "This is not a small amount of money..." She looked up at Lu Qing with a hint of worry in her eyes, "This..."
When Shen Qiqi heard the word "tuberculosis", her head buzzed as if it had been hit hard by a frying pan.
She felt the pressure suddenly explode, as if she was carrying a small mountain on her back, weighing heavily on her heart.
In this era of poor medical conditions, tuberculosis was synonymous with death, and the cost of treatment was astronomical.
She calculated silently in her mind that with her current "small treasury", she was afraid that she could not even come up with a fraction of the money.
Lu Qing's brows were twisted into a knot, like two caterpillars fighting, and his handsome face was full of solemnity.
He looked around and saw dilapidated houses, sad-looking villagers, and the air was filled with despair, which made him feel like a huge stone was blocking his chest and he couldn't breathe.
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