Miao Zhen stared blankly at the prescription in his hand.
“I met a really skilled traditional Chinese medicine doctor in the countryside, and I’m learning from him. Trust me, here you go, these are ginseng slices.” Song Yan pulled out a packet of ginseng slices; ginseng slices of this quality weren’t something ordinary families could afford. “Have my second aunt hold three slices under her tongue every morning and evening. I’ve written down the instructions on how to use the medicine and how to decoct it; you can look at it yourself. Don’t give it to my third aunt; I want to see her in person. I’ll go ask the doctor about my aunt’s condition.” After saying that, Song Yan left.
Leaving the doctor's office, Song Yan felt rather heavy-hearted. Her aunt had missed the optimal time for surgery, greatly reducing the chances of a successful operation. The doctor said the only solution was to have her operated on as soon as possible.
"Xiaoyan, your uncle said that if we can ask someone for help, your second aunt can have the surgery, right?" Song Ma said excitedly.
“Yes, don’t have any more foolish thoughts. You need to be well so you can see me living a happy life. So you can see your second and third aunts get better, right?” Song Yan said.
"Yes, I know. The old lady went too far back then, she was too..." Song Ma said a little embarrassed.
"Let's go see Dad together and see how he is?" Song felt that her father had made progress.
Song Yan only remembered to visit her father; she had too many things to think about.
Mr. Song suffered a rib fracture that punctured his pleural cavity, causing a hemopneumothorax. He has now been properly treated and is out of danger, but will require further treatment for some time.
In the ward, Song's father had a drainage tube inserted into his body, and a drainage bottle was placed on the floor.
"Dad!" Song Yan called out.
"Xiao Yan!" Song's father was quite anxious, but he couldn't move. He raised his hand to grab Song Yan.
Song Yan extended his hand to his father, saying, "Dad, you've become amazing. Yesterday you beat up Song Huadong, today you saved my mother, and you can even protect the old lady."
"I'm useless!" Mr. Song was still ashamed.
“There are many kinds of mothers in the world. But there are very few like Grandma Song. You should give her your life back; she doesn’t deserve it.” Song Yan stopped calling her Grandma. “Didn’t you still want to live a good life with my mother? You have to be strong from now on!”
"Can I?" There was still confusion in Song's father's eyes.
“You’re doing better now than before. The old lady has been arrested, so I think she’ll behave herself a bit in the future. If she doesn’t, then let’s do it all over again today. Doesn’t she still want to find a wife for her son? If she keeps making such a scene, her son won’t want a wife anymore. She won’t dare.” Song Yan spoke with certainty, and Song’s parents both thought it made sense.
Today was truly exhausting. Song's mother's bad cold hasn't gotten better yet, and she's been running around taking care of Song's father and looking after their daughter. Even though Song Yan is tired, she still has to go get food.
Song Yan first got food for his parents, and then got some for his aunt and her family. They really hadn't eaten.
My uncle seems even more listless than before. What's wrong? Shouldn't he be happy to have money for medical treatment? Judging from his expression, there's something he doesn't want to talk about in front of my aunt.
Song Yan put down the food and came out with his second aunt's husband.
Sure enough, my aunt's test results came back, and several indicators were very bad. The doctor recommended surgery as soon as possible.
The previous point was to perform the surgery as early as possible; now it's to do it as quickly as possible.
His uncle seemed hesitant to speak, and Song Yan suddenly understood what his uncle meant. He wanted to apply for the relief fund as soon as possible, but felt it would be putting Song Yan in a difficult position.
"While you're giving your second aunt her traditional Chinese medicine, take her test results to the specialists who treated her before and see what they said. I'll call them and ask," Song Yan said.
"Okay." My uncle was speechless for a moment. "Thank you!"
“I’ve grown up. I can do something for my aunt now.” Song Yan smiled.
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