Chapter 333: Using Spiritual Spring Water, Father Zhang is Worried

It was already eight o'clock in the evening when Zhang Wanwan returned to the city from Qingpu. The nearby vegetable market had closed long ago. She could only go to the supermarket to buy some meat and vegetables, intending to go back and make noodles for her mother.

Now, Zhang's mother can only eat some foods that are easy to digest. Everything else is a burden to her stomach. Even stewed meat soup, she can only drink the soup but not eat the meat.

When I got home, it was the same as usual. The house was pitch black, with only the sound of heavy breathing coming from the room where Zhang's mother lived, accompanied by occasional coughs.

Zhang Wanwan turned on the light in the living room and went into the room to check. Zhang's mother squinted and turned towards her. She struggled to get up only after her eyes adjusted to the light.

Zhang Wanwan hurriedly said, "Lie down for a while. I'll go cook something for you. How about we have noodles tonight?"

Zhang's mother nodded slowly. She had a lot of things she wanted to tell her, but it was difficult to say a word, so she had to hold it in.

Here, Zhang Wanwan made a simple clear soup noodle for Zhang's mother. She cooked the noodles until they were soft before serving them, and added a drop of spiritual spring water into it.

If Zhang's mother wasn't so weak now, she would have wanted to put more in so that she could recover quickly.

While eating noodles, Zhang Wanwan even carried her mother to the living room and asked her to sit down.

Facing Zhang's mother's puzzled look, Zhang Wanwan explained, "You can't lie down like this all the time. Your blood won't circulate, and lying down for too long isn't good for your body's recovery. After you finish eating the noodles, I'll give you medicine."

Speaking of taking medicine, Zhang's mother frowned, but finally nodded silently.

I don’t know if it’s because Zhang Wanwan’s cooking skills are good, but Zhang’s mother feels that tonight’s noodles are more popular than the previous noodles and porridge. Moreover, she didn’t feel full even after eating half a bowl.

Zhang Wanwan saw that she wanted to continue eating and hurriedly stopped her, "Mom, you can't eat too much at once, or your stomach will feel uncomfortable later. If you really want to eat more, I'll give you some more later. Anyway, there's still a lot of soup."

When Zhang's mother heard this, she nodded in agreement.

After having a full stomach, she felt much better. She looked at Zhang Wanwan with bright eyes and tried hard to speak. But before she could say two words, her face suddenly changed and she pointed anxiously in the direction of the bathroom.

Zhang Wanwan immediately understood and quickly carried her to the bathroom to sit on the toilet, not forgetting to open all the windows in the house.

Since Zhang's mother fell ill, her metabolism has become extremely slow. In addition, she eats less, so she poops even less. She often only has a bowel movement once a week. And because she has no strength, she only poops a little each time and suffers from severe constipation.

This time, she almost excreted all the accumulated feces when she went to the toilet. It took more than half an hour and made quite a noise.

Zhang Wanwan held her breath and looked over from time to time, and when she saw that Zhang's mother was still sitting steadily on the toilet, she immediately left.

After running back and forth several times, Zhang's mother finally finished defecating and was exhausted.

Zhang Wanwan pinched her nose and went in to take a look. She flushed the toilet first before asking, "Do you want to take a shower?"

Mother Zhang didn't even have the strength to nod, and just blinked hard.

Zhang Wanwan made an "OK" gesture to her and immediately turned on the water heater. While the water heater was heating, Zhang Wanwan moved out all the fans in the house and turned them all on.

While she was tossing and turning, she could hear Wang Chunhua's husband next door yelling on the balcony, "Whose toilet is backflowing and smells so bad? It must have become a cesspool!"

Zhang Wanwan made a face towards the opposite side and deliberately pointed the fan in the direction of the next door.

After fiddling with all these, the water was almost hot, so she hurried in to undress Zhang's mother, and let her sit on the toilet to take a shower. She washed her from head to toe twice with shower gel and shampoo. After making sure that there was no unpleasant smell on Zhang's mother's body, she wrapped her in a bath towel and carried her to the room, quickly changed her into clean pajamas, and then blew her hair dry.

Zhang's mother is now so thin that she is just a skeleton. It takes no effort for Zhang Wanwan to manipulate her.

Perhaps Zhang's mother was tired from all the work, and she fell asleep unconscious as soon as she lay down. She didn't even wake up when Zhang Wanwan made some noise outside cleaning the room.

While Zhang's mother was sleeping, Zhang Wanwan washed all her clothes and hung them up.

It was around ten o'clock when Zhang's father and Zhang Baiyan came back. As soon as they entered the house, they frowned at the same time because of hunger.

Zhang Wanwan had just finished her work and was so tired that she collapsed in the living room and didn't want to move.

"Girl, do you feel there is a strange smell in our house?" Father Zhang sniffed everywhere like a mouse.

Zhang Wanwan had just put away the fan and immediately shook her head when she heard this, "No, I've been back for a long time, everything is normal."

"Really?" Father Zhang still looked suspicious.

Zhang Baiyan followed up and said, "I also feel that there is some unpleasant smell in the house, it seems to be... the smell of feces mixed with shower gel or something like that. Did you forget to flush the toilet after using it?"

Zhang Wanwan was so angry that her eyes almost rolled up to the sky, "Do you think I am you? You even forgot to flush the toilet after going to the bathroom. I don't have Alzheimer's!"

"What's going on?" As soon as he finished speaking, Zhang Baiyan thought of his mother in the room. His face suddenly changed. He ran in and heard her snoring. Then he quietly came out and asked in shock: "Why is mom sleeping so deeply today? In the past, she would definitely open her eyes as long as we opened the door."

Father Zhang's heart tightened and he rushed into the room with a pale face. He came out after a while, with cold sweat already on his forehead.

"Fortunately, he fell asleep and slept very soundly." Father Zhang said with relief.

Zhang Wanwan teased, "You guys are just suspicious. I'm watching at home! If anything happens, I will definitely notify you the first time."

"That's good, that's good..." Father Zhang felt much more relaxed because Mother Zhang was fine, and he didn't care about what Zhang Wanwan said.

Zhang Baiyan, on the other hand, looked puzzled. "Dad, my mom hasn't slept so soundly in a long time, and I haven't changed her medicine recently. It's strange."

Not to mention that Zhang Baiyan didn't understand, even Zhang's father himself looked confused. However, this did not stop him from being happy. In his opinion, as long as Zhang's mother could sleep well and her spirits were up, she would surely get better slowly. And if she actively cooperated with the hospital's treatment, she might really be able to pull through.

The next day, when Zhang Wanwan got up, she found her father stretching on the balcony with dark circles under his eyes.

"Dad, what are you doing? Didn't you go to bed early last night? Why do you look so haggard?" Zhang Wanwan asked in surprise.

Father Zhang gave an ugly smile. "I was worried because your mother didn't get up last night. I couldn't fall asleep after only two hours of sleep. It wasn't until five in the morning that she opened her eyes and said she wanted to pee. You don't know how happy I was at that time! Once I was so excited, I couldn't fall asleep even more."

Zhang Wanwan was so upset that she said, "Are you still going to work today? I'm really worried about your mental state!"

(End of this chapter)