In her previous life, when Su Qingluan was adopted by her master and his wife, who were also her adoptive parents, they were already over 60 years old. By the time Su Qingluan went to college and fell ill, the two elders had already passed away.
The two elders were old, and the cause of death was sudden cardiovascular and cerebrovascular diseases. So although the incident happened suddenly, Su Qingluan accepted it relatively quickly.
Although Su Qingluan often saw family members accompanying the patients in the ward getting anxious and angry, and some even had mental breakdowns, she always reacted relatively calmly - perhaps she subconsciously understood that no matter how hysterical, collapsed and disappointed they were, the illness would continue and there would be another day tomorrow.
Except for the initial breakdown and the first relapse of her illness, Su Qingluan accepted it calmly for the rest of the time - whether it was getting better or worse.
She would even persuade her roommates: worsening may not be a bad thing, at least it brings you one step closer to complete calm, right?
It sounds quite depressing, but knowing that there is no hope of recovery and even maintaining the status quo is a luxury, what else can I do? I can only comfort myself in reverse.
Su Qingluan could understand intellectually the family members who were worried about their seriously ill relatives and became increasingly haggard every day, but emotionally she still had no direct feelings - until this time.
In fact, this vague worry has always existed from the very beginning - after all, Su Qingluan believes that even under the modern medical system, a simple cold and fever can induce myocarditis or viral pneumonia and lead to death.
Although the probability is small, it does exist.
Moreover, this was an era when medical science was not well developed. Even though she survived both fevers safely, she was still worried.
It’s the same old saying - the more you worry about something, the more likely it is to come true, but this time it happened to the little sister that Su Qingluan least wanted to see.
In fact, since traveling through time, although Su Qingluan's feelings for the Su family have become deeper and deeper, everyone has their own length. Although she regards her parents, younger brother and younger sister as her own family, she is also partial to them.
Relatively speaking, her little sister Su Xueyan is the one she loves and favors the most.
Besides the fact that this little girl was indeed smart and cute, Su Qingluan knew that there was also a kind of empathy effect - seeing the little girl, who was only three years old and had to guard this huge yard alone because her parents and sister had to make money and her brother had to go to school, but she rarely made a fuss or cried to ask others to accompany her, was really heartbreaking.
This made Su Qingluan think of her childhood in the orphanage, when she looked at the kindergarten across the street. Every time school was over, there were parents coming to pick up their children, either walking, riding bicycles, or driving private cars.
She kept wondering why she had no parents.
Later, she did have one, but the happy life was too short, and the regrets of her childhood could not be made up for - when Su Qingluan was adopted, she had long passed the stage of asking "Why don't I have a father and a mother", and she began to cherish everything she had.
So when Su Qingluan saw her sister staying at home alone, and although she was reluctant to let her and her parents leave, she didn't cry or make a fuss, her heart softened.
She wanted to treat this little sister better, even better. It was almost visibly partial to her, which made Su Xuanhe, the little guy, very dissatisfied.
But then he said arrogantly: I am a boy, I don’t need flowers and candies!
It only took a moment to return to reality from memories, and Su Qingluan had unknowingly walked out the door with her sister in her arms.
She did this series of actions unconsciously, but it startled Yang who was sleeping next to her: "Daya, it's so late, where are you going?"
After drinking two doses of medicine from the afternoon to the evening, Yang started to sweat. Although she was still very weak, she was better than the drowsy look in the morning.
Su Qingluan wrapped her sister tightly, fearing that she would be blown by the night wind again: "My sister has a high fever and her condition is not good. I want to take her to see a doctor!"
"Oh, you're so anxious you're losing your mind," Yang hurriedly stopped Su Qingluan, "The city gates are already locked at this time. No one's allowed in. Even if you want to see a doctor, you'd better wait until tomorrow morning!"
Su Qingluan was stunned, then shook her head: "Isn't there another person? I'll go and ask him for help!"
"You mean...Mr. Mu?"
"That's right," Su Qingluan put on a cloak and held her sister in her arms, "I'll go ask him for help now."
"But what if Mr. Mu has already rested..."
"I can't care about so many things anymore!" She now finally understood what those people who were like crazy and disregarded everything in order to treat their loved ones were thinking - when they were trapped in strong anxiety and fear, if there was even a glimmer of hope to escape from this situation, they would grab it at all costs.
If she just waited like this, she wouldn't know what her sister would be like tomorrow morning. Instead of worrying about it, she might as well go find Mu Xingzhi right now—Su Qingluan couldn't care less about the possibility of disturbing others or him not being there at all.
Now she just wants Su Xueyan to get better soon.
Su Qingluan was holding her sister in her arms, so she couldn't carry a lantern or a tinderbox, but fortunately the moonlight could illuminate the road. With this little light, Su Qingluan arrived at the door of Mu Xing's house and started banging on it.
"Mu Xingzhi, are you there? Mu Xingzhi, please save my sister!"
The village was very quiet in the dark night. Su Qingluan's voice could be heard from far away, startling the dog of a farmer who lived not too far away, which barked non-stop.
It's so slow... Su Qingluan banged on the door anxiously, feeling her sister's rapid and hot breathing, and felt that every moment seemed particularly long.
Fortunately, Su Qingluan - or Su Xueyan - was lucky. Mu Xingzhi was at home. When Su Qingluan felt that her body and mind were about to be frozen by the biting cold wind, Mu Xingzhi came to guard the door wearing only an outer coat and a middle shirt.
At this moment, Su Qingluan's mind was full of her sister's illness, and she did not notice that the person who came to open the door was not Song Bo, but Mu Xingzhi who came in a wheelchair.
"I'm so sorry to bother you so late," Su Qingluan's voice was a little cold, because of the cold and the inner uneasiness, "but I really can't watch my sister do nothing like this. If I go to see a doctor tomorrow morning, I'm afraid it will be too late..."
Mu Xingzhi glanced at Su Qingluan. Perhaps it was the dim light at night, but Su Qingluan felt that Mu Xingzhi at this moment was different from the casual smile she had seen before. There was a hint of sarcasm in his voice. His voice was still as slow and measured, but it sounded a little strange: "Do you trust me so much?"
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