Looking at the bowl of snow fungus soup that had already been filled with exotic fruit marrow, Yang Zheng took a deep breath to calm himself down, and then took it to his room.
"Dad, it's heated up, shall I feed you?"
"Need not."
Yang Baisong waved his hand and said, "Just help me sit up. I just took painkillers, so it doesn't hurt as much now. I can take them myself."
Soon, Yang Zheng carefully helped his father up and then placed the warm white fungus soup in his hands.
Watching my father slowly take the spoon and sip the thick soup into his mouth, one spoonful at a time.
Yang Zheng couldn't help but feel a little nervous, hoping that nothing unexpected would happen.
Before long, Father finished most of the bowl of snow fungus soup and then lay down.
Recalling the violent reaction he had experienced after consuming the fruit marrow, Yang Zheng felt uneasy, wondering if his father could tolerate it.
For the rest of the time, Yang Zheng dared not go anywhere and stayed by his father's bedside, carefully observing his father's reaction after swallowing the fruit marrow.
The father asked, somewhat puzzled, "Didn't you just say you were hungry? Why didn't you go get something to eat?"
Yang Zheng casually said, "I had a bowl of chicken soup while I was in the kitchen just now."
The father didn't say anything more, just lay there silently, staring at the ceiling, lost in thought.
Before we knew it, half an hour had passed.
Seeing that his father showed no unusual reaction, Yang Zheng couldn't help but ask out of curiosity, "Dad, how...how are you feeling right now? Does it hurt?"
The father said, "I took painkillers before, which lasted for a few hours. It doesn't hurt much now, just a little hot in my stomach. It feels like there's a ball of fire burning inside, but it's actually quite comfortable..."
Upon hearing this, Yang Zheng was taken aback.
Why is my father reacting differently than I am?
Just a few minutes after I finished eating the strange fruit, my stomach felt a burning sensation, and then it felt as if thousands of red-hot ants were crawling all over my body.
After the father ate the strange fruit, he felt a little hot in his stomach and then showed no other signs of discomfort.
And judging from his appearance, he seemed genuinely comfortable, without any discomfort whatsoever.
Is it possible that different fruits really do vary from person to person?
Was the amount of exotic fruit I gave my father just not enough? Does he need to eat the remaining half of the fruit's core to achieve a complete transformation?
Thinking about this, Yang Zheng became even more puzzled.
We must not be careless now and must observe carefully.
However, another hour passed without him realizing it, and his father remained the same, without any adverse reactions or unconsciousness, and remained conscious.
During this time, Yang Zheng asked his father several times with concern, and his father said that everything was fine, that his stomach was no longer hot, and told Yang Zheng to rest early.
At such a critical moment, Yang Zheng dared not go to sleep; he had to keep a close watch on things to feel at ease.
Suddenly, half an hour later, the father asked, "Is there any more red date and snow fungus soup?"
Yang Zheng's heart skipped a beat, and he asked, "Dad, do you still want some? There's a little left in the fridge, I'll heat it up for you."
"Okay!" the father nodded.
Returning to the kitchen, Yang Zheng heated up the last bit of white fungus soup. He stood there, hesitating for a long time, before finally taking out the remaining half of the strange fruit's pulp.
"Father just ate half of the fruit marrow, but it had no effect at all. It seems we have to add the rest of the fruit..."
Yang Zheng then carried a small bowl of white fungus soup with fruit marrow to his room.
Soon, under Yang Zheng's tense gaze, the father finished drinking it.
Yang Zheng helped his father lie down again, then stood anxiously by his side, intently observing his father's every move.
This time, the medicine finally took effect.
Less than two minutes later, the father, who was lying on the bed, kept saying that he was hot, that his whole body was hot.
Immediately afterwards, he trembled all over, looking somewhat pained, and said he felt like many small insects were crawling around inside his body...
Hearing this, Yang Zheng felt a little relieved.
Because the various reactions his father was experiencing were almost identical to those he had experienced after consuming the strange fruit, but his father had a high tolerance for pain and did not show any particular signs of discomfort.
They didn't even utter a sound.
That makes sense. The suffering experienced by cancer patients with bone metastases is probably much more intense than the pain of eating the exotic fruit.
The burning, stabbing pain lasted for more than an hour, during which time my father remained conscious and did not fall into a coma.
He trembled incessantly on the bed, then clenched his teeth and hissed cold air.
At the same time, under Yang Zheng's observation, the pores all over his body slowly expanded, and black, filthy liquid slowly oozed out from them.
This scene is just like Yang Zheng squeezing the blackheads and pimples on his face.
The room was filled with a foul stench, emanating from the black filth.
Yang Zheng hurriedly opened the windows and doors to ventilate the room, then fetched a basin of hot water and began to wipe the black grime off his father's body.
After another half hour of anxious waiting, the father gradually stopped trembling, his breathing became calm, and he slowly fell asleep.
Yang Zheng's heart was in his throat as he kept calling out to his father, who would occasionally respond in his dazed state.
"Father...I hope nothing bad has happened to you."
"He's burning up! What should I do? Should I take him to the hospital?"
At this moment, Yang Zheng's emotions were in utter turmoil, and he was also extremely frightened.
And so he endured the torment, the pain, the regret, and after another half hour, his father's condition seemed to have improved significantly.
First, his body temperature gradually decreased and eventually returned to normal.
Immediately afterwards, the father's sallow and withered face began to regain color and luster at a visible speed, slowly becoming rosy.
Their skin also showed a healthy glow.
Suddenly, the father, who was in a deep sleep, turned over naturally. He did not let out a painful groan, nor was he awakened by the pain. Instead, he continued to sleep soundly.
Seeing this, Yang Zheng's heart, which had been hanging in suspense, finally settled down.
I checked the time; it was almost 4 a.m.
After sitting by his side for a while, Yang Zheng felt a strong wave of drowsiness wash over him. His eyelids drooped, and in a daze, he fell asleep by the bedside.
I don't know how long I slept.
Suddenly, Yang Zheng opened his eyes and sat up abruptly, only to find that it was already daylight outside and the sun was already up.
His expression changed, and when he turned around, he found that his father was not on the bed. He had been sitting on a chair by the bed, but now he was on the bed with a thin blanket covering his waist.
"How did I end up sleeping in bed? And where is my father?"
Just as I was wondering, I suddenly heard my father drinking porridge in the living room outside.
The mother seemed very happy, as if she was washing clothes nearby, and the two were talking quietly.
"You seem to be in good spirits today, and you even have a good appetite. You drank three bowls of porridge. Would you like another bowl?"
“I’m not in pain anymore and I can walk by myself. I don’t need you to take care of me all the time.”
The mother added, "I feel that as long as you're not in pain, you're just like a normal person."
The father said, "Yes, before, the pain was unbearable, but today, I don't know why, when I woke up this morning, I felt relaxed all over and didn't feel any pain at all. I also ate a lot. If it were like this every day, that would be wonderful."
Mother: "What would you like to eat for lunch? I'll make it for you."
Father: "I don't care right now, I want to eat anything. See what Xiaozheng wants to eat. By the way, do you still have the folk remedy Xiuying gave you?"
Mother: "There are still a few packets left."
Father: "Remember to continue preparing the medicine for me tonight. This folk remedy really works; after taking it for three days, the pain is gone. We were so stupid; we should have gone to her sooner. All that trouble at the hospital was a complete waste of money. These days, hospitals are just a money-grabbing scheme..."
The mother smiled and said, "I'll go find her after I finish eating."
Father: "Keep your voice down, Xiao Zheng is still sleeping... Hmm, it seems he's awake..."
Yang Zheng stood at the door and watched as his father, who had changed into a clean set of clothes, sat in a chair with a rosy complexion, drinking porridge and eating vegetables with gusto, looking incredibly energetic.
Instantly, he smiled, a truly joyful smile.
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