Chapter 39 Zhou Nian's Illness
Zhou Nian lay on the kang, listening to his mother crying in the yard.
Her mother was strong and had never cried, but she kept crying for several days in a row. Every time she saw her mother, she was thinner than the last time.
She should feel heartbroken, but her heart is numb. Maybe it's because it hurts too much, or maybe it's because she's too tired. She doesn't want to laugh or cry.
She didn't have the courage to walk out the door. Those people looked at her and laughed. Were they laughing at her in their hearts, calling her a black pig?
Her hands were swollen, short and fat, and the skin attached to her body was dark and yellow. What was even uglier was that there were large purple spots on her arms. Looking at her ugly body, she suddenly thought that it would be better to just die and be done with it.
Zhou Nian's hand touched under the pillow, where there was an extremely sharp lens hidden. As long as she died, she would not be so tired. A voice in her heart said this. Zhou Nian knew that this was not right, but she was bewitched.
Indeed, if you die, you won’t be so tired.
"Hello."
A strange woman's voice suddenly sounded. Because the voice was so pleasant, Zhou Nianxin's dejected face showed a little curiosity, and she looked up at the door.
A strange woman stood at the door. She looked like a dazzling star who had walked out of a magazine.
Zhou Nian was stunned.
The woman at the door was wearing a white coat and black pants, a very common outfit in the village, but she was so beautiful!
Her facial features are delicate and gorgeous, her charming fox eyes are black and white, clear and alluring, her figure is tall, but her proportions are extremely superior. Zhou Nian looked at her and suddenly wondered if she had died, or if she had seen the fairy who came to pick her up?
"May I come inside?"
There was a gentle sound like dripping water. Zhou Nian nodded blankly. She walked in slowly, carrying a cloth bag made of patchwork scraps on her shoulders. Zhou Nian couldn't describe the feeling when she carried it on his back, but it was very different and beautiful.
Zhou Nian: "Who are you?"
"I'm Ye Rou. Aunt Zhou asked me to come and treat you."
Zhou Nian was stunned. Her mother had been telling her to meet Ye Rou these past few days, saying that Ye Rou had become very fair and beautiful. She knew Ye Rou, who always kept her head down, and her skin was dark when exposed. She had originally thought her mother was lying to trick her into going out, but she didn't expect her mother to be telling the truth.
If Ye Rou can become so beautiful, then can she do it too?
A small flame ignited in Zhou Nian's heart.
Ye Rou walked closer to observe Zhou Nian. In fact, the Zhou family members were not ugly. Just looking at Zhou Liang, you can tell that he has delicate features.
Zhou Nian's facial features weren't bad, but her face was swollen and squeezed together, her skin was dark yellow with purple spots, and her legs were short and thick. "Can I take your pulse?"
Zhou Nian cooperated by stretching out his wrist, his eyes never leaving Ye Rou's face.
After taking her pulse, Ye Rou asked, "Have you lost your appetite recently? Do you even feel nauseous or vomit when you see food?"
Zhou Nian was stunned: "How did you know?"
Did her mother tell Ye Rou?
Ye Rou continued, "Your stomach is very bloated, and even pressing it lightly hurts, right?"
He hit the mark again, Zhou Nian nodded immediately.
"Stool is black and sometimes even bloody, right?"
Zhou Nian blushed, and facing Ye Rou's clear gaze, she nodded shyly.
Ye Rou smiled and said, "You have liver dysfunction. I have two prescriptions that can cure you. One is fast-acting but very painful, and the other is slow-acting but painless."
Zhou Nian lay back on the kang exhausted. She didn't want to be treated. What would happen if she was treated?
"You go."
Ye Rou thought of how she finally chose to cut her wrists in the book, severing all the blood vessels in her wrists with one cut, which was ruthless and tragic.
She suddenly said, "Let me guess, is there a very sharp mirror under your pillow?"
Zhou Nian opened her mouth wide. Her illness could be diagnosed by taking her pulse, but how could they tell since she had a mirror under her pillow?
Ye Rou: "You want to commit suicide."
Zhou Nian was deeply moved by what he said, "What does it have to do with you?"
Ye Rou grabbed Zhou Nian's wrist.
The white, tender and soft hand grasped her dark, fat and swollen wrist. Zhou Nian withdrew her hand in embarrassment, and even a surge of anger rose in her heart.
Ye Rou didn't let her withdraw her hand: "You are going to die anyway, so try my recipe before you die. Even if it fails, it won't get any worse, right?"
Zhou Nian was stunned.
Seeing her expression relaxed, Ye Rou took out the golden needle given by her master from the cloth bag, opened the needle bag, and the golden needle was shining, sharp and pointed.
"The first method I told you about is acupuncture. It works quickly but is very painful. Do you want to try it?"
Zhou Nian looked at the row of golden needles and swallowed his saliva.
"You don't dare?" Ye Rou said this in a light tone: "You are afraid of even acupuncture, do you really dare to die?"
Zhou Nian was stimulated, "Isn't it just acupuncture? Come on!"
"That's right." Ye Rou curled her lips and smiled, "Wait for me."
She stood up and walked out.
Seeing her come out, Aunt Zhou couldn't wait to greet Ye Rou, "Xiao Rou, is Nian Nian willing to come out?"
Ye Rou said calmly: "Aunt, Zhou Nian is sick."
"Are you sick?" Zhou Liang originally thought that his sister was just throwing a tantrum, but when he heard his sister-in-law say she was sick, he came over to listen.
Ye Rou looked at Aunt Zhou and Zhou Liang and said seriously, "I need to treat her. For the next three hours, no matter what noise you hear, you are not allowed to come in."
Aunt Zhou and Zhou Liang looked at each other.
Zhou Liang was a little hesitant.
Aunt Zhou wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes and said resolutely: "Xiao Rou, I believe you."
She knows her own daughter best. Nian Nian's eyes have become calmer and colder these days.
Aunt Zhou had seen this kind of look before, in the eyes of her sister who had jumped into a well and died from domestic violence. She was afraid that Nian Nian would also choose suicide like her sister.
Ye Rou glanced at the two of them, shook her head, and looked at Jiang Chen standing under the pear tree. Her expression softened: "Jiang Chen."
Jiang Chen glanced at Ye Rou lazily and did not move.
Well, if the mountain doesn’t come to me, I’ll go to the mountain.
Jiang Chen's eyes were calm and deep, reflecting the graceful figure walking in front of him.
Ye Ruo softly said, "Do me a favor, okay?"
The faint fragrance enveloped him, and Jiang Chen's heart beat faster.
Seeing that he did not explicitly object, Ye Rou grabbed his sleeve and led Jiang Chen away.
Because the owner of the clothes had no intention of resisting, Ye Rou easily led Jiang Chen to the door of the room.
She let go of Jiang Chen's sleeve, brought a small stool and placed it at the door. "Jiang Chen, sit here and don't let anyone in, okay?"
Did she want him to be a guard dog?
Jiang Chen glared at Ye Rou in dissatisfaction.
"Jiang Chen, help me." Ye Rou moved her body following Jiang Chen's head.
The white and tender cheeks swayed before his eyes, making his teeth itch even more.
Jiang Chen kicked the stool away and leaned against the door.
Seeing that he cooperated, Ye Rou breathed a sigh of relief. With Jiang Chen guarding here, she didn't have to worry about Aunt Zhou and Zhou Liang breaking in.
She carried the medicine prepared by Aunt Zhou, walked into the house and closed the door.
Aunt Zhou held Zhou Liang's hand tightly. Ye Rou's expression was too serious and her tone was too earnest. Her heart was pounding with panic.
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