Thinking of this, he looked at his slender arms, struggled to drag himself closer to the wall, and then used all his strength to ram into it.

...

When Huang Ye's wife brought over the cabbage soup, she saw Huang Ye lying diagonally on the bed, her face flushed and deathly pale.

Snap!

The bowl of hot soup fell to the ground, splashing water everywhere, and the worn, wide trouser legs were covered with soup splattered with cabbage leaves.

With trembling hands, she placed her finger on the tip of Huang Ye's nose.

Fortunately, the worst thing did not happen; the breath on the tip of her nose was faint, but she could still feel it clearly.

This eased the tension in Huang Ye's wife, and then the pent-up fear burst forth.

"My lord," she cried, her heart breaking, "is your heart made of stone? How can you so easily abandon me?"

The mournful and desolate voice was like that of a lone wolf who had lost its lover, its heart filled with grief, yet restrained and suppressed.

Wiping away her tears, she climbed into bed, corrected Huang Ye's sleeping posture, and then used warm water to clean the blood from her forehead.

Then, he hurriedly pushed open the door and went to town to fetch a doctor.

When Huang Laoda and his brothers arrived, they saw Huang Ye's wife looking flustered and quickly called out to her, "Sister-in-law, where are you going? My mother asked me to come to your house to move some cabbages, and I brought the money with me."

"Da Chuan," Huang Ye's wife knelt down as if she had met a savior, "Sister-in-law, please, save your brother Ye, please help me get a doctor here, okay?"

As a woman, she couldn't match a man's stamina on foot, and it would take her a long time to walk to town.

"What's wrong with Brother Yezi?" Old Huang asked, completely bewildered. "Sister-in-law, don't worry, let me go in and take a look. If it's not good, I'll call a doctor right away."

"Then hurry up," Huang Ye's wife hurriedly opened the door she had just locked, "Your brother Ye couldn't think straight and ran into a wall."

"What?" Boss Huang was horrified and hurriedly ran inside. "How could this happen?"

After glancing at Huang Ye quickly and sensing that his breathing had stabilized, Huang Lao Da told Huang Lao Er to stay and guard the place while he hurriedly went home.

“Don’t worry, sister-in-law,” Huang Lao Er comforted her. “I bought a cow. We’ll take Brother Yezi to town in an oxcart. Everything will be fine.”

Huang Lao Er appeared calm on the surface, but he was extremely anxious inside.

Even if we don't interact much normally, he's still my cousin from another branch of the family. After all, we're blood relatives, so how could I not care at all?

He was really afraid something had happened to Huang Ye.

"Yes," Huang Mu's wife smiled gratefully at Huang Lao Er, "I'm just a woman and I didn't know what to do, but luckily you guys helped me."

Upon learning of Huang Yexun's death, Jiang Nuan felt a complex mix of emotions.

She took out some loose silver and handed it to her son, saying, "If it doesn't work in town, go to the county town. Don't worry about the money; saving his life is the priority."

Often, suicide is not a sign of cowardice, but rather of utter despair.

Jiang Nuan felt great pity for this man who had been crushed by reality.

He was only five or six years older than Old Huang. At an age when he should have been full of energy, he had endured far too much.

After nodding in agreement, Boss Huang suddenly thought of something.

"Mom, do we have any other clothes at home? I just noticed that Yezi is only wearing a pair of shorts. It's fine at home, but it doesn't look good outside."

"There are your father's old clothes in the box. Wait a moment, I'll go get them."

After leaving home, Huang Laoda didn't dare to waste any time.

The brothers worked together to lift the person onto the oxcart, which was padded with blankets, and hurriedly drove the cart out of the village.