Yu Qizhe rolled over and got out of bed with difficulty. He walked to the door with unsteady steps, raised his hand to grab the bolt, and pulled the door open with great effort. His legs were so weak that he could hardly stand. He leaned against the door and shook his head with difficulty, "Mom, I'm fine..."

Before he finished speaking, he was already staggering towards the ground. Song was quick to catch him and helped him lie on the bed. She reached out and touched his forehead, only to feel it burning hot. Song was so worried that her eyes were filled with tears. She said sadly, "Son, you have a fever. I'll go call your grandfather over."

Yu Qizhe, who was lying on the bed, was already a little dazed due to fever. He couldn't open his eyes. His pale cheeks were flushed with a sickly red, and his lips were a little redder than usual. His handsome and elegant face was particularly bright.

But he felt so weak that he seemed like he would disappear at any moment.

It was still raining, but not as heavily as yesterday. Song hurried to the main room and knocked on the east door. "Dad, are you awake? Qizhe is sick and has a high fever. Go check on him!"

Not long after, Yu Zhou's voice came from inside the house, "Why are you arguing so early in the morning? Fifth brother is often sick, why are you so anxious? You have to wait until your father is dressed."

Song stood outside the house shedding tears. Zhao, who lived in the west room, was awakened and came out to take a look. Song quickly wiped away her tears. Zhao glanced at her and said sarcastically, "Second sister-in-law, you are crying and shouting so early in the morning. I wonder if you think there is a funeral in our family? Fifth brother is always sick. Why are you so anxious? He is not going to die."

Song stared at Zhao with red eyes, bursting with hatred. She shouted at Zhao in a hoarse voice, "Zhao Xueru, if you dare to curse my son again, I will tear your mouth apart!"

This roar used up all of Song's strength. She was trembling all over, and even the hand that was pointing at Zhao was shaking.

Zhao was frightened. She didn't expect that Song Chun, who was always gentle and never spoke loudly, would look so crazy.

If she said one more word, Song Chun would pounce on her and tear her to pieces.

Zhao didn't dare to say anything else. She closed the door and muttered softly, "Why are you yelling at me? Yu Qizhe's broken body will die sooner or later. He's just wasting money on taking all those medicines! Now you dare to challenge me!"

Yu Hanshan turned over on the bed and said cheerfully, "Aren't you asking for trouble? The second brother and his wife love their sick child the most. If you say this in front of the second sister-in-law, no matter how stubborn she is, she will have a fight with you."

Zhao cursed angrily, "Go away, go away. What's wrong with me telling you the truth? If Yu Qizhe dies in the future, their second branch won't even have a male heir, so they still have to rely on our third branch! You yelled at me, I don't know how they will live in the future!"

Outside the house, Song clenched her fists and took several deep breaths before she calmed down. She was crying and anxious, and she urged him with a sob, "Dad, please get dressed quickly. I don't know how long Qi Zhe has been burning with fever. He can't even stand now."

After waiting for a while, the door to the east room opened. Yu Ruhai tidied up his messy clothes and followed Song to the east room quickly.

Yu Mengshan sat on the bed waiting anxiously and worriedly. He crawled out of bed, hopped on one foot to the inner room, took the leftover tea on the table, wet a handkerchief and put it on Yu Qizhe's forehead to reduce his fever.

After Yu Ruhai came over to take Yu Qizhe's pulse, he couldn't help but frown. He went to the herb room to prepare a dose of antipyretic medicine and asked Song to boil it.

Even though he was used to drinking herbal medicines for years due to illness, Yu Qizhe was still somewhat sobered by the bitterness of the medicine poured into his mouth after he became delirious due to the fever.

He has always been sensible and worry-free. Even though he hated the bitterness of the medicine, he never said anything. After he regained some consciousness, Yu Qizhe took the medicine from Song and drank it all in one gulp.

Song used a handkerchief to wipe the medicine from the corner of his mouth and said distressedly, "Your grandfather said that drinking the medicine will reduce the fever. Qizhe, you will be fine after you wake up after a good sleep."

Yu Qizhe nodded weakly, and when he saw Song's red eyes, he shook his head, "Mom, don't worry, I'm fine."

Song nodded repeatedly, "Don't worry, mother."

But her voice was clearly filled with sobs. She went out and got two more quilts, covering Yu Qizhe with them, "Cover yourself up and sweat. I'll make you some porridge for you to eat when you wake up."

In the main hall, Yu Ruhai was worried. Yu Zhoushi had some guesses in her mind and acted concerned, "Master, how is Fifth Brother's health?"

Yu Ruhai shook his head and sighed in a daze, "I'm afraid it's going to be very bad. I don't know if I can make it until the beginning of next spring..."

There was a loud bang outside the house. Song, who came to deliver hot tea, happened to hear these words. The kettle in her hand fell to the ground, and the scalding hot water splashed on her feet. However, she seemed to feel no pain and just stood there in a daze.

It took him a while to come back to his senses. He rushed into the main hall without any reason, staring at Yu Ruhai with tears in his eyes and bloodshot eyes, "Dad, what did you say?"

Yu Ruhai was frightened by her crazy look. He was afraid that Song would be driven crazy, so he didn't dare to mention the matter again.

Yu Zhou, who was sitting next to her, frowned and said, "Second son's wife, do you still have any manners? Look at yourself now, you are just like a crazy woman!"

Song smiled sadly, her face covered with tears, "Mother, my Zhe brother won't even live to see the beginning of next spring, what else do I need to behave like? God is just trying to drive me crazy!"

Zhang, who rushed over after hearing the noise, felt extremely sad when she saw Song Chun's appearance.

Yu Ruhai sighed and said in a comforting voice, "Too much wisdom will lead to harm. This is Fifth Brother's fate. Just let it go."

Yu Zhou also pretended, "It will happen sooner or later. Don't your father and I feel bad? Fifth brother is so smart. Among these grandchildren, your father and I love and pity him the most. That child has been struggling for these years and has suffered a lot. If he really dies, he won't have to suffer from illness anymore."

Even Zhang, who was standing by, couldn't stand it anymore. She looked at Yu Zhou coldly and said, "Mother, please stop talking. My second brother's wife is very upset!"

After saying that, he ignored Yu Zhou's expression, walked forward to help Song and walked out, "Second brother's wife, I want to talk to you."

After leaving the main room, Song picked up the kettle on the ground in a daze, "I'm going to cook, my brother Zhe is still waiting for porridge."

Zhang looked at her distraught appearance, sighed with heartache, and followed Song Chun into the kitchen with concern.

Song Chun went into the kitchen, lit the fire and cooked without saying a word.

Zhang looked at him for a long time and said softly, "Mrs. Chun, if you feel sad, don't hold it in. If you want to cry, just cry."