Four-year-old Juanjuan was unloved by her father, ignored by her mother, and bullied by her older brothers. Left to shoulder the burden of a broken family all on her own.
Then one day, her pa...
Under Jiang Dai's tense gaze.
The doctor frowned slightly, hissed as if in doubt, and then remained silent.
The onlookers were disheartened.
Jiang Dai's heart grew even colder.
[I'm not afraid of anything else, I'm just afraid the old Chinese medicine doctor will frown and not say anything. Is Er Mao really going to die?]
No, no, I'm from another time. Since I've traveled through time, my family should be safe.
"How is my son, Er Mao, doing?"
Jiang Dai's voice trembled slightly; this time it wasn't an act, but rather she was genuinely a little scared.
Juanjuan took a few steps forward and grabbed her mother's hand.
"Mother, brother is alright."
She dared not say that she could hear her third brother's whispers, but at that moment she truly wanted to comfort her mother.
Third Brother will be alright.
Compared to her older brothers, Juanjuan instinctively prefers and is closer to her mother.
Jiang Dai held her youngest daughter's hand tightly; she didn't have a deep affection for her third son.
But that's still a human life. If we can just stand by and watch a child lose their life without doing anything, are we still Chinese people in the 21st century?
"The pulse is weak, but somewhat strange; I'm not quite sure what's wrong with it."
"Will I die?" Jiang Dai asked the most crucial question.
The doctor shook his head: "He's not likely to die, but this pulse..."
Jiang Dai breathed a sigh of relief; as long as he wasn't dead, that was good.
Wang Xi, who is also Huani'er's father, asked, "How much silver will it cost at least to cure him?"
Since Er Mao won't die, we should resolve this matter with the least amount of money.
Although the weather has been favorable and taxes have been low in the past two years, as long as each family is diligent, they can still save some money by having a good harvest.
But that doesn't mean they're willing to give money to the Bai family scoundrels.
Who doesn't want money? Naturally, the more money the better.
"According to the prescription, it will cost two taels of silver to get the medicine and recover completely. Moreover, during this period, you also need to keep up with the nutrition and eat some good nourishing food."
The doctor told the truth.
The village head immediately made the decision: "Then three taels of silver will settle this matter. Wang Xi, Bai Tian, what do you two think?"
Wang Xi was still somewhat unwilling.
Bai Tian said, "No need, he'll pay for the medicine. Our Er Mao must recover completely, and he can't skimp on nutritional supplements!"
Wang Xi roared, "It's just three taels of silver, take it or leave it!"
They still want to extort money from their family. If Er Mao continues to behave badly, does he expect to keep spending money on them?
Jiang Dai wanted to say something, but she felt a hand tug at her sleeve.
Thinking it was Juanjuan, she subconsciously said, "Juanjuan, wait."
"Mother, it wasn't me."
A childish voice came from behind her, and she looked down at the hand clutching her mother's sleeve: "It's Third Brother."
"Er Mao!"
Looking at the weak little boy who had just opened his eyes, Jiang Dai felt sorry for him.
"It's alright, Mom's here!"
"Mother, cough cough cough..."
Er Mao shakily stretched out his hand and said in a very obedient manner, "I... cough cough, I'm fine."
But judging from his demeanor, he didn't seem to be alright.
"Just three taels of silver, no more, just three taels of silver..."
Wang Xi grew angrier and angrier, and grabbed Huani'er's ear and left.
"Dad, it hurts!"
"Mother...waaaaaah!"
Huani'er was so frightened that she burst into tears. In addition, she knew that her family had lost three taels of silver because of her, and the guilt and panic made her afraid.
Unlike Huani'er, who cried and left, the Bai family...
"Come on, Dad will carry you home."
Bai Tian squatted down and carefully carried Er Mao on his back.
"Village head, could you please help me collect this silver?"
The kind and gentle village head nodded.
Bai Tian, that rascal, has really turned over a new leaf; that's good.
The village is rid of another menace!
The village head was so satisfied he wanted to laugh out loud.
Then they heard that brat Bai Tian grit his teeth and say: