"My uncle is old and frail, with failing eyesight. Can't he allow others to dress in bright colors?"
Song Xizhi's voice was crisp and clear.
Upon hearing this, Su Mingren, who was old and frail with failing eyesight, felt a sudden darkness before his eyes, and his once meticulously groomed goatee became disheveled in the wind.
He blurted out, "The sage said that one should be established at thirty, and I, an old man, am in the prime of my life!"
Su Shaoyuan rolled his eyes at him without any mercy: "Don't talk nonsense. Calling yourself an old man at the age of thirty, even a saint would shake his head!"
"You can call yourself 'old man' when you're seventy or eighty years old!"
Upon hearing Su Shaoyuan's words, Song Xizhi couldn't help but smile bitterly to himself.
I'm afraid my unlucky uncle won't live to be seventy or eighty.
In my previous life, my maternal grandfather committed suicide by jumping into a lake, and my maternal uncle never recovered from that.
He first made a mistake in court and was demoted three ranks in succession. Then he was falsely accused of having an affair, which led to his aunt divorcing him.
Because of his moral failings, the emperor demoted him to the position of magistrate in Guangdu, Sichuan. However, due to the arduous journey, he died on the way.
After my maternal uncle died, someone searched his study and found a forbidden book filled with annotations expressing dissatisfaction with the current court.
Enraged, the emperor ordered that the corpse be whipped after the emperor's death, and his two young children were exiled to the northern lands, where they starved to death.
Within a few years, his family was destroyed and he died. Even Song Xizhi overcame all difficulties but could not gather his remains to give him a proper burial.
Later, when she was imprisoned in the cold courtyard by He Yunce, it turned out to be her aunt, who had divorced her uncle. She was busy running around every day, stirring up rumors, which made He Yunce afraid to directly harm her.
She lived under He Yunce's close surveillance, but her aunt still tried her best to take care of everything and sent her another letter.
The letter said that the last piece of paper that the eldest uncle held in his hand before he died had a few words written in blood on it: "Zhizhi, take care of yourself."
Only then did Song Xizhi realize that his maternal grandparents' family must have encountered some trouble.
It turns out that the maternal grandfather separated from his eldest maternal uncle in order to protect the eldest maternal uncle.
The eldest uncle divorced his aunt in order to protect her.
Even her uncle's act of being indifferent to her was to protect her.
...
"Zhizhi has come today to treat her uncle! Quickly take her there!"
Su Shaoyuan's words interrupted Song Xizhi's reverie, and she subtly wiped away the moisture from her eyes.
"Treatment?" Su Mingren's eyes widened upon hearing this: "Song Xizhi, can you even read the words in your medical books?"
Upon hearing this, Song Xizhi merely raised an eyebrow slightly, observing Su Mingren's expression: "Uncle, you must be getting up at night quite often lately, right?"
Su Mingren stared at her incredulously: "You secretly asked your aunt?"
Song Xizhi smiled mysteriously: "No! No! I figured it out from your face. Not only do you get up frequently at night, but you also have frequent and urgent urination..."
"Cough cough cough!"
Su Mingren coughed a few times, his face turning bright red in an instant, and the words seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth: "Enough, enough! This matter is known only to heaven, earth, you, and me!"
Su Shaoyuan covered his mouth and chuckled, "No, no, we all know now!"
In the end, Su Shaoyuan led Song Xizhi to Su Mingli's courtyard.
Upon entering the bedroom, one is immediately greeted by a strong medicinal smell, and the entire bedroom is dark and gloomy.
Song Xizhi walked to the bedside, put down the medicine box, and saw his lifeless uncle.
Su Mingli was only twenty years old, yet he was refined, dignified, and gentle as jade.
Although he was born into an official family, he became a seventh-rank official through the imperial examination. He was originally a genius, but now he lies quietly on his bed, barely clinging to life.
His illness began with clumsiness and weakness in his left hand, then in his right hand, which was used for writing, making it difficult to move; it spread from his hand to his arm, then to his feet, and then to his whole body.
My whole body felt like it was frozen solid.
He could only lie on his bed, clearly feeling his body slowly decaying, losing all dignity and will to live, quietly waiting for death to come.
In his previous life, his maternal grandfather had invited the renowned physician Qi Huang, who was present today. The treatment was initially effective, but after three days, his uncle's condition deteriorated rapidly, and he died five days later.
Master said that the most difficult diseases should be treated with the simplest methods.
Acupuncture.
After taking Su Mingli's pulse for a while, Song Xizhi wrote out a prescription and had a servant take it to be decocted. He then took off Su Mingli's clothes, took out his acupuncture kit, and, according to his memories from his previous life, began to insert needles little by little.
She had practiced the same movements hundreds of times in her previous life.
The bedroom was completely silent at this moment, with everyone watching Song Xizhi intently administering acupuncture.
Under her guidance, Su Mingli's tightly closed eyes slowly began to stir.
After an unknown amount of time, everyone saw Su Mingli slowly open his tightly closed eyes.
Although his head was still unable to move, his eyes were able to turn with difficulty toward Song Xizhi.
Seeing this, Song Xizhi breathed a sigh of relief, and Su Shaoyuan rushed forward and sat down by the bed, tightly holding Su Mingli's hand.
"Ali? You're awake? You can open your eyes?"
His excited voice was thick with nasal tones, and his eyes were red-rimmed.
Madam Zheng hurriedly grasped Song Xizhi's hand, sobbing uncontrollably, "Thank God, thank God! Zhizhi really saved Ali's life!"
Song Xizhi's eyes also felt a little hot.
finally!
The things that I had dreamed of in my past life but could never achieve have become reality at this moment.
“Grandmother, the fact that Uncle can open his eyes now is just the first step. His stiffness is not difficult to treat; the difficult ones are his lungs and other brain problems caused by it.”
"This requires a combination of herbal medicine and acupuncture for continuous conditioning."
Zheng was now weeping uncontrollably, her hands trembling as she wiped away the tears from Song Xizhi's eyes.
"As long as we can survive, as long as the whole family is together, that's enough! We can take care of the rest later!"
At this moment, Su Mingli, lying on the bed, also opened his mouth with difficulty. He struggled to raise his neck, as if he wanted to say something.
Seeing this, Su Shaoyuan quickly put his ear to Su Mingli's mouth: "Ali! Father is here! What do you want to say? What do you want to say?"
Su Mingli forced his eyes open, stared at Song Xizhi for a long time, and spoke with great difficulty:
"Zhizhi...you look...like my older sister..."
Song Xizhi burst into tears in an instant.
She always thought that no one loved her, but in her past life, her maternal grandparents and their family had been silently protecting her until their deaths.
Song Xizhi knelt before Su Shaoyuan and Zheng Shi, tightly gripping Zheng Shi's clothes: "Grandfather, Grandmother, our family will definitely be together again."
Now that she has been reborn, she will never allow the tragedy of her maternal grandparents' past life to continue.
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