Master Ye's wife, Yin Feng, nudged her daughter and whispered, "Little girl, call her aunt."

Ye Qingqing smiled and stopped her, "We can't mess up the seniority, just call me Sister Qingqing."

The old lady nodded, "Yes, you can't call her aunt, you have to call her sister. Little girl, your sister Qingqing is a miracle doctor, she will definitely be able to cure you."

"It's hard to say yet, but I'll do my best. Let's check the pulse first." Ye Qingqing quickly corrected her. Even in a decade or so, ankylosing spondylitis would still be a difficult disease to treat worldwide, and she dared not make any boastful claims.

The old lady realized she had said the wrong thing and looked a little embarrassed. Master Ye quickly said, "As long as the little girl doesn't feel pain, that's fine. The doctor said that this disease can't be cured completely, it can only be relieved. As long as it doesn't get worse, she'll be just like a normal person. She can get married and have children without any problems."

Ye Mengjia blushed, lowered her head, and twisted her small hands nervously.

Yin Feng nodded in agreement, saying, "Yes, as long as it's relieved, that's fine. This ailment is very difficult to cure completely, and there's no medicine for it yet."

"Let me check on Mengjia's condition first."

Ye Qingqing grabbed Ye Mengjia's wrist. At first glance, this girl looked no different from other girls her age, except that her complexion was a bit poor. However, her physical condition was not bad because Master Ye was willing to spend money and used good medicine for his daughter, so her condition was relatively stable.

However, excessive use of medication can damage the liver and kidneys, which will definitely harm the body. Poor complexion is normal, and the situation will worsen with age. The most serious result is paralysis, which is worse than death.

Ye Qingqing listened carefully to the pulse and had a general idea of ​​what was going on. She smiled and said, "The situation is not bad, but the child is a little deficient in qi and blood and has a weak immune system. Is this child a picky eater?"

Yin Feng slapped her thigh, as if she had found a kindred spirit, "That's right, they won't eat this or that, I'm so worried about their three meals a day. If they could eat more, their health might be better."

Ye Mengjia looked guilty, and her eyes were red. It was all her fault that her family was getting poorer and poorer. They used to be the richest family in the village, but now they were the poorest. All the money her parents worked so hard to earn was spent on her, and she was so useless.

She wanted to eat more, but it tasted bland and made her feel terrible. She was truly powerless to eat. Many times she thought it would be better to have a terminal illness that could kill her, so that death would end everything and her parents and brother wouldn't have to suffer.

Yin Feng was full of complaints, grumbling incessantly, "They're all my children. Her brother really doesn't need me to worry about him at all. He's hardly ever been to the hospital since he was little. He eats whatever I cook. I've never had to worry about his studies. He's always in the top three in every exam. Sigh, Lao Ye and I are so worried about our little girl."

Ye Mengjia lowered her head even further, and no one could see that her eyes were already filled with tears. Her mother's words made her feel even more guilty, filled with a deep sense of remorse.

Yin Feng certainly loves her daughter; otherwise, she wouldn't work so hard day and night to earn money for her daughter's treatment. But she is also an ordinary person. She works herself to the bone every day and is in debt. The pressure is too great, so naturally, she is not in a good mood, and her resentment is getting deeper and deeper. This is similar to the saying that "no filial son stays by the bedside of a chronically ill parent."

"Why say so much? Does she want to get sick? Say less!" Master Ye scolded, gently patting his daughter's head.

Yin Feng then noticed her daughter's unusual behavior, quickly shut her mouth, gave an awkward smile, and felt quite upset. She didn't really want to talk about it, but she couldn't help it every time. It made her feel better to say it out loud, otherwise she would be suffocating.