Lin Yin used to think she was very pitiful, but there was something she said that really made sense.

There is something hateful about pitiful people.

Since she doesn't accept her own pity, then... I can't blame anyone.

…

Lin Yin didn't ride her bike home, but pushed it.

At the entrance of the village, she saw Xu San walking hurriedly.

Xu San didn't know what had happened. Seeing his face full of anxiety, something must have happened.

However, what happened had nothing to do with Lin Yin, and Lin Yin didn't want to get involved.

She didn't say hello, but Xu San saw her.

Xu San's eyes lit up and he immediately shouted, "Lin Yin!"

Lin Yin paused: "Yeah."

Xu San did not deliberately find topics to chat with Lin Yin like he did before, but instead prepared to leave after saying a few words.

"Well, my brother's health has been poor recently, so I won't say much to you. I have to go home first."

When Lin Yin heard this, she asked, "Is Xu Wu not feeling well again?"

Lin Yin knew that Xu Wu had a problem.

Xu San nodded, a look of fatigue on his face.

"I don't know what happened. Maybe it was the cold wind that made me feel unwell. But I finally recovered a while ago, and in the past two days, I've been feeling unwell again."

Lin Yin nodded: "Then you go back first, your brother is more important."

Xu San didn't say anything more and hurried home.

Xu Wu’s illness…

Lin Yin kept this in mind.

In fact, Lin Yin had studied Xu Wu's illness a long time ago.

She is a doctor. Being a doctor is more about exploring various diseases, finding more treatment methods, and then treating more patients.

To be honest, Xu Wu's illness is quite serious.

After all, it was a disease that was brought from the womb. If it was a minor illness or disaster, it would not have been impossible for it to be uncured after so many years, and Xu San's older brothers and sisters would not have died so early.

Although it is a little tricky to treat, it does not mean that there is no solution.

There is nothing absolute in this world.

When Xu Wu fell ill, the Xu family also became ill. Everyone in the village knew that something had happened to the youngest son of the Xu family again.

Finally, on the third day, Xu Wu couldn't hold on any longer.

“Wow…wow…”

Xu Sanniang just fed her youngest son a mouthful of rice, but he ended up vomiting a lot.

Xu Wu hadn't eaten well for several days. He was terribly thin and his face was very pale.

There was nothing in the stomach at all, and all that came out was bitter water.

Xu Sanniang's tears could not stop flowing. Xu San was patting Xu Wu's back to make him feel better, and Xu Xiaosi was busy dealing with his brother's vomit.

Xu San's father looked worried, as if he had aged ten years.

"Xiaowu, my son..."

Xu Sanniang burst into tears: "You can't leave again. If you leave, Mom will not live..."

Could it be that Xu Sanniang was crying her heart out because of her two children who had died in the past?

"What nonsense are you talking about!" Xu Sandie snorted.

"Xiaowu will definitely be fine. I don't allow you to say those unlucky words!"

His son is already so old, how could he die from these minor illnesses?

But...didn't the previous children of mine also die when they were young?

"My dear father, why is our Wu'er's life so miserable? He has taken so many medicines and had so many injections at such a young age..."

Xu Sandie wiped his wife's tears and said, "Stop crying. Let's take the child to the hospital right away."

"But...but..." When Xu Sanniang heard the word hospital, she felt it was torment instead of salvation.