"What are you saying? You'd better be more comfortable in the future." Old Scholar Su glared at Su Jiaoniang.

Su Jiaoniang chuckled.

Comfort is not so simple.

When problems arise in a marriage, chaos and turmoil are inevitable.

Su Jiaoniang instructed Doctor Liu to carefully treat Old Su Xiucai's body, at least to strengthen his heart so that he wouldn't faint easily from any setbacks.

Doctor Liu stared at Su Jiaoniang: "What are you planning to do? You're not trying to make things difficult for the old lady, are you?"

“How could that be?” Su Jiaoniang shook her head.

She just felt that the future wouldn't be too peaceful, so she was making some preparations in advance.

After all, few people in this world, besides her, would want old scholar Su to live to be a hundred years old.

Doctor Liu said suspiciously, "Ginseng root, if you want to be healthier, you can't do it without paying some price."

Su Jiaoniang nodded. The purple ginseng that Futu was so big, and in less than a year, Doctor Liu had already taken half of it.

Having gotten what he wanted, Doctor Liu waved his hand and kicked Su Jiaoniang out.

Su Jiaoniang saw Su Tong outside.

He had a blanket covering his legs.

She was holding a book in her hands, her little face was fair and clean, and she looked quite pretty.

She remembered that Su Tong was a good student.

If his leg is alright, and if he can study like a Buddhist monk, he might be able to make a name for himself in the imperial court someday.

Their gazes fell on Song Qian.

Song Qian and Su Tong were dressed similarly.

He just had a straw hat over his face.

His voice was hoarse and rough, like two stones rubbing together, making your scalp tingle just by hearing it.

Even in this state, how can one survive?

Su Jiaoniang saw Su Tong turn his wheelchair and walk towards Song Qian.

The little hand would occasionally poke Song Qian's leg, or the fingers would land on Song Qian's wrist, practicing the feel of taking a pulse.

Su Jiaoniang...

Do you know who he is?

“I know. I heard from Doctor Liu that the human trafficker got his hands on a very potent poison that left many people in the county half-dead,” Su Tong said calmly.

Despite his young age, he possesses an air of having seen through everything.

This makes him suitable to be a junior Taoist priest, but not a junior doctor.

"You don't hate him!" Su Jiaoniang asked.

Su Tong lowered his hand.

Song Qian, in another wheelchair, also listened intently.

His heart leaped into his throat.

In this small courtyard, he felt a long-lost sense of loneliness. Apart from the daily care for his health, Doctor Liu would not say a word. When Fu Tu came over, he would have a murderous look on his face.

Only Su would occasionally touch his hand or his leg.

When he eats, I ask him if it's too hot, too hot, or if it's suitable for him.

They even offered to heal his face. As time went on, for some reason, they found themselves developing a certain expectation for Su Tong.

They even want more attention.

Hearing Su Jiaoniang's question, he was also curious about what Su Tong was thinking.

Su Tong paused for a moment and said, "I hate him. Every time it rains or the weather changes, I think, how wonderful it would be if he weren't here. I would still be a healthy person, able to go fishing in the water with others, catch rabbits in the mountains, run and play together, instead of being unable to move like this."

Song Qian turned his head, and he knew it!

That's how it should have been.

Just as he hated the person who broke his leg.

Xiao Su can feel hatred too. He's human, and although he's young, he still has emotions.

"Then why are you still so close to him?" Su Jiaoniang felt strange.

Su Tong suddenly laughed.

Her smile was faint and gentle, like a lotus flower swaying in the summer sun.

"Does hating him mean you have to kill him? He's doing just fine. Look at his leg, it seems to be healing. If he can get better, Dr. Liu said I can get better too. If you're worried about things not going smoothly, you can break it a few more times. Once you're skilled enough, you can let me do it."

And his face. I am a doctor, and I will be dealing with many injuries in the future. I can't be without experience. His face is suitable for me to use various medicines. I can clearly see the effects of the medicines. Isn't that a good thing?

I should treat him well.

Yes or no? "

Su Tong spoke softly, then cautiously glanced at Su Jiaoniang.

He worried that Su Jiaoniang would think he was vicious.

But that's really what he's thinking right now.

He didn't want to hide it from her.

Whether he is good or bad, every change he makes is something he wants the most important person in his heart to see.

Su Jiaoniang felt a chill on the back of her neck.

She stared at Su Tong...

She raised a villainous son and has already started stealing his role in the story.

Now they've raised another one, someone who's clearly paranoid. If such a person gets too much stress in the future, it's hard to guarantee they won't become another villain.

Is there something wrong with her parenting?

Su Jiaoniang began to reflect.

"Dean, will you not like me?" Su Tong nervously gripped the wheelchair handles.

Her pale face held a look of expectation.

Her lips were pressed tightly together.

It looks quite fragile.

“I don’t dislike you, but have you ever thought that if you can’t control the beast in your heart, you might become him?” Su Jiaoniang pointed at Song Qian.

Su Tong lowered his head.

I started thinking about this question.

He is still young and his understanding of many things is incorrect.

He doesn't understand that desire and evil are both emotions, and if they are not controlled, they will swell and erupt, eventually becoming uncontrollable.

"I will try my best to control it."

Su Tong said.

“If I ever lose control, I will take care of myself,” Su Tong added.

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