Chapter 29: Separation 2
Regardless of what Ji's father and mother thought, Ji Zheng on the other side was sleeping soundly.
But Ji Zheng's brows were furrowed while he was sleeping. He had a dream. In the dream, he was holding a very hot stone and he couldn't get rid of it no matter how hard he tried.
Sweat flowed down his forehead into his eyes, making him feel very uncomfortable. The heat from the stone was continuously transferred to his body, and Ji Zheng felt that his whole body was covered in sweat.
This was simply an unbearable nightmare, and Ji Zheng was awakened by the heat.
When I woke up, I found that I was actually holding a "flint" in my arms.
The 'Flint' was still unconsciously yelling "Leng" as it drilled into his arms.
Ji Hean has a fever.
In this era when medicine was underdeveloped, fever could be fatal.
Seeing that the sky outside was just getting bright, Ji Zheng hurriedly put clothes on himself and Ji Hean, then carried Ji Hean to the town to find a doctor.
Ji's mother, who had just woken up in the yard, saw Ji Zheng's panicked look early in the morning and hurried forward to ask, "What happened?"
Seeing Ji Hean's red face nestling in Ji Zheng's arms, he exclaimed, "Fever!?"
"Well, I'll take him to see a doctor." Ji Zheng said this while walking.
Before Ji's mother could react, Ji Zheng's back disappeared from her sight.
"What a sin!" Ji's mother sighed, "How much money will this cost!"
"What are you shouting here so early in the morning?" Father Ji came out of the room with a frown on his face, without even getting dressed. It seemed that he was woken up by Mother Ji's voice.
"Why am I shouting? The sun is shining on your butt, and you're still sleeping. I hope you won't die of sleep." Ji's mother cursed loudly, and it was unclear whether she was venting her own emotions or scolding Ji's father.
"You old bitch, you just keep yelling all day long." No one would be happy to be scolded for no reason right after getting up, including Ji's father. "What? You can't sleep, but you don't allow others to sleep!"
Mother Ji ignored Father Ji and walked to the middle of the yard, shouting at the top of her voice:
"The sun is almost shining on my butt, and I'm still sleeping. I don't know whether I should eat breakfast or not. I'm so unlucky. All six or seven people in my family are lazy."
These words were obviously directed at Song Meilan and others.
Sure enough, not long after these words were spoken, Chang Xiu and Song Meilan both came out of the room.
The expressions on their faces were not very good, but they didn't say anything. After washing up, they cooked and fed the chickens and ducks.
Having almost vented her emotions, Ji's mother called out to Ji's father, who was about to chop wood with a machete, "Old man."
"What? Something wrong?"
Ji's mother glanced at the other people in the yard and saw that they were all doing their own things and not paying attention to this side. Then she walked up and pulled Ji's father to the corner outside.
"It's so mysterious..."
"Early this morning, the third brother fell ill again..."
"What?!" Father Ji's face was also a little serious. "Didn't he come back from the town clinic yesterday and say that he didn't have any serious illness?"
"Early this morning, the third child hurriedly carried Ji He'an to the clinic. He ignored me when I talked to him." Mother Ji paused here, "I saw that Ji He'an's symptoms seemed to be fever, and I estimated that it was very serious and he couldn't even walk."
Father Ji didn't say anything, his cloudy eyes were filled with worry, but it was unclear what he was worried about.
Mother Ji sighed, looked around, and when she saw no one was around, she continued, "I guess the third brother might have lied to us yesterday."
"Where did this come from?" Father Ji's rough, skinny hands rubbed the handle of the machete unconsciously.
"I guess Ji and An will never recover, but the third brother may have some feelings for him and was afraid that we would ask him to divorce him, so he lied to us and said that Ji and An's illness was not serious."
After listening to what Ji's mother said, Ji's father also felt that there was some truth in it. He was suddenly worried and didn't know what to say.
The couple was silent, both feeling deep sorrow from each other.
"Unfortunately, no wonder his mother told him to lose money!" Worry turned into anger, and Ji's father cursed, "If I had known that I had the five hundred coins, I would have bought some rice paper for Yuan'er so that he could write a few more words."
"Alas, what's the point of talking about this now? We have to find a solution to the current problem." Ji's mother said, "There is not much money left at home. Yuan'er will take the provincial examination soon, and the second son's family has also won the big prize. These two things alone will cost a lot of money."
Father Ji was silent for a moment, "Let's wait for the third son to come back and ask him. If he doesn't agree, we'll divide the family tomorrow. It just so happens that Yuan'er is on holiday today and tomorrow and will be back."
Mother Ji didn't say anything. Thinking of the third child's flustered look in the morning, she intuitively felt that the third child would not agree.
Thinking about dividing the family, Ji's mother became even more worried. If the family was really divided, she didn't know what the women in the village would say about them.
"Okay, it's decided. Let's do what we should do!" Father Ji looked at Mother Ji's bitter face and felt even more depressed and upset.
Ji's mother sighed again in frustration, shook her sleeves vigorously and went back to the house.
"Oh...what a mess!" All the wrinkles on Ji's father's face were squeezed together. He picked up the machete and went to the back mountain. His already hunched back seemed to have become even worse.
...
In the clinic, Ji Zheng, with his clothes in disarray and his face anxiously looking at the doctor who was taking Ji Hean's pulse.
"Doctor, how is my husband?" Seeing the doctor finish taking his pulse, Ji Zheng couldn't wait to step forward and ask.
"It's just a common fever." The doctor replied while writing a prescription, "Boil a dose of medicine, drink it, and you'll be fine after sweating."
After saying this, he finished writing the prescription, "Are you going to boil it yourself back home or here?"
Of course, there is an extra charge for having a pharmacist decoct medicine for you in a clinic.
"Fry it here." Ji Zheng replied hurriedly.
The doctor turned his hand, and a tactful medicine boy came forward to take the prescription and went to the front to get the medicine and boil it.
"Then doctor, why hasn't my husband woken up yet?" No matter how Ji Zheng called him along the way, he couldn't wake up. Ji Zheng was almost going crazy.
"Don't worry, he's just having a nightmare. I'll give him some acupuncture."
The doctor took out a linen package of needles from the medicine box and spread it out on the table. Silver needles of different lengths and same thickness were laid out side by side.
Seeing the doctor's slow movements, Ji Zheng felt anxious and wanted to shout, "Can you please hurry up?"
But he was afraid of upsetting the doctor. After all, he had no power now, and if the doctor refused to treat him, there would be nothing he could do.
Helpless, I can only stand aside and worry.
Ji Zheng felt his scalp numbing as he watched the doctor slowly insert the silver needle into Ji Hean's scalp.
Seeing that the doctor had inserted the silver needle almost halfway into the wound, Ji Zheng couldn't help but ask, "Doctor, how far do you want to insert it?"
The doctor didn't listen. He raised his eyelids and glanced at him without saying anything.
But that look seemed to be saying, if you don’t understand, stop talking.
Ji Zheng was a little embarrassed, he was also worried.
But this doctor was quite capable. After inserting the second acupuncture point, the patient woke up.
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