Uncle Shen stood up and brushed off the dirt on his body. He looked at his wife and coughed heavily. "Don't mention this to anyone in the future. We just need to know it among ourselves."
After hearing this, although her wife was a little confused, she still nodded obediently: "Okay, I'll listen to you and won't mention it again in the future."
After a moment.
Uncle Shen put down his pipe, held the hoe in his hand, and continued to hoe the ground. His forehead was already covered with sweat. He felt very uncomfortable, and he couldn't help but increase the force of swinging the hoe.
Suddenly, he was not paying attention and moved too violently. He heard a "click" and immediately felt a sharp pain in his waist. He was in so much pain that he couldn't straighten his back.
My wife was weeding nearby. When she heard the noise, she was startled. She dropped the weeds in her hand and ran over in two steps: "Old man, what's wrong with you? What happened?"
Grandpa Shen was gritting his teeth in pain. He waved his hands, signaling his wife not to worry: "It's okay, it's okay, it's just a sprain, just rest for a while."
The old man's wife didn't want to believe it. She supported Uncle Shen and said, "What's wrong? You're in so much pain. Let's go home and I'll massage you."
Uncle Shen wanted to hold on, but his wife had already helped him walk home without saying anything. She supported her husband carefully, fearing that she would make his pain worse.
After returning home, the old wife let her husband lie on the kang, and she found a bottle of medicinal wine and began to massage his waist.
However, Mr. Shen's condition did not improve, instead he broke out in a cold sweat.
My wife looked anxious, "What...what should we do?!"
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