This is a world with twins. The world is divided into yin and yang. Generally speaking, children can only be born when a man and a woman are together. However, some men born in this world can also give birth to children. When these men are born, a lotus mark will be generated on a part of their body. They are both men and can give birth to children, so they are called twins.
The fertility of Shuang'er is generally not as good as that of women. Its fertility is divided by the color of the lotus mark. Those with light colors have low fertility rates, while those with vermilion colors are sought after by everyone. There is a record in the history of the Xiao Dynasty that those with vermilion lotus marks became queens.
There is not much difference between a girl and a boy in appearance, but since girls are fertile, families with the means will pamper them a little, which makes girls look a little younger than boys. This can usually be confirmed at birth, but there are also those with really low fertility, and the lotus mark is almost too faint to be seen, and it is not discovered until later.
"Don't say that casually. If your brother is really Shuang'er, I'm afraid neither of you will be able to get married." Father Lin's face frowned even deeper.
"The doctor is here, the doctor is here, get out of the way." Lin's mother hurried back and led the doctor to the bedside. "Quickly show my son what medicine to prescribe. No matter how expensive it is, we must save his life."
"Yes, yes, ma'am, don't worry, I'll show it to your son right away." The doctor was sweating profusely after running. He finally sat down and wiped the sweat off his face. He took out the medicine pillow to check Lin Su's condition, but he took a long time to feel his pulse.
The people standing nearby all held their breath, and only when he released his hand did Lin's mother couldn't help but ask, "How is it?"
"Serious illnesses can damage your vitality. You're lucky you didn't die from this injury." The doctor took a look at Lin Su's wound and said, "If you were planning to beat him to death, why did you ask a doctor to save him?"
Lin's mother changed her doctor, who was also a famous doctor in Southwest City and had saved countless lives.
What doctors hate most is to make people half-dead and then ask them to save them. They are just there to save lives, not gods.
Upon hearing this, Lin's mother was about to cry again and glared at Lin's father several times.
Father Lin was a little embarrassed: "This beating is inevitable, just tell me how to save him."
"I'll prescribe some medicine for external application and internal use. As for whether the disease will remain after recovery, and whether your body can live a long life if its vitality is damaged, it all depends on luck." The doctor also realized that he had overstepped his bounds and resumed his respectful tone.
"No matter how expensive the medicine is, just save him." Father Lin felt inexplicably depressed and sighed.
Countless medicines were prescribed. Not only did he have to apply medicine on his body, but he also had to boil three bowls of medicine into one. The black medicine juice smelled bitter. Lin Ting'er took one look and covered her nose with her arm: "Tsk tsk tsk tsk, how can my brother drink this medicine?"
Mother Lin took the medicine bowl and a few candies and sat down beside the bed. "It's okay. I'll feed you slowly. You'll be able to drink it one mouthful at a time."
The doctor who was directly left at the Duke of Huguo's residence hadn't even settled down when he heard this and could only stand up and say, "Madam, this medicine cannot be mixed with anything else. Otherwise, if the effect is gone, I will be helpless."
The medicine of this era was indeed bitter and difficult to drink, but it was still acceptable to Lin Su. However, given Lin's mother's pampering attitude, it was not unreasonable for Lin Ting'er to suspect that he was Shuang'er.
Mother Lin hesitated for a moment, and looked at the lying Lin Su and said, "Su'er, please bear with it. Your health is more important."
"A real man should take his medicine, but he's hesitant..." Lin's father couldn't stand it any more. He thought that the men in his army could hold their teeth and keep silent even if their arms were broken, but his son had to be coaxed to take medicine...
However, his words were glared back by Lin's mother. The eight-foot-tall man was invincible on the battlefield, but now he could only sit on a chair beside and sulk.
Mother Lin continued to coax Lin Su: "Su'er, listen to me and drink the medicine. Only by drinking it can you get better quickly."
Lin Su had also met mothers who doted on their sons like this before, so it wasn't difficult for him to deal with her: "Mom, help me up, I'll drink it myself."
"Okay, okay, mom will help you up right away." Mother Lin handed the bowl to Lin Ting'er, and helped Lin Su up carefully, fearing that he would feel uncomfortable. When Lin Su was able to sit up a little, Lin Ting'er handed him the bowl.
"Brother, your leg is injured, not your hand. You won't let me feed you, will you?" Lin Ting'er said.
Mother Lin took the medicine bowl and slapped her on the back of the head: "When you are seriously ill, your hands and feet will be weak. You don't understand."
Lin Ting'er, who had been lively and energetic since she was little and had beaten all the boys in the city, sat next to her father and said, "Dad, look at my mother."
"I won't watch it. I don't have the final say in this family." Father Lin said in a low voice.
General Lin is very powerful outside, but he still listens to his wife when he is at home. Besides, it is the father's fault for not raising and educating his child, so he cannot escape the responsibility.
"Mom, I'll drink it myself." Lin Su took the medicine bowl and held his breath, intending to drink it all in one gulp.
Lin's mother, standing by, was extremely worried: "What did your father say to you? He scared my son so much that he almost drank the medicine himself."
"Tsk tsk tsk." Lin Ting'er clicked her tongue twice.
Father Lin’s face became even more stern.
Lin Su narrowly avoided choking on the medicine, but he coughed a few times.
Mother Lin wanted to say something, but when she heard him coughing, she turned around and patted his back repeatedly, saying, "Drink slowly, don't choke."
Lin Su took a deep breath, drank the remaining medicine and said, "It's okay."
"Su'er is so great, he doesn't even need his mother's coaxing." Mother Lin took the clean medicine bowl and wiped his mouth.
Father Lin took a look and felt satisfied: "A real man should act generously like this. It seems that beating with a stick is effective..."
"It's the father's fault for not raising his child well. He beat him with a stick, and you, as his father, are sitting here quietly. In my opinion, you should also be beaten a few times so that you can feel the pain your son is suffering." Lin's mother was furious.
Lin Ting'er said, "Mom, it's not like my dad hasn't been beaten with a military stick before. When he gets angry, he even beats himself. But even if he gets beaten with a hundred military sticks, he still rides a horse and shoots arrows the next day. This trick won't work on him."
"You little bastard." Father Lin slapped Lin Ting'er on the back of the head.
Even though he held back on the force of that slap, it was still extremely powerful. Lin Ting'er sat steadily after being slapped, without even a sway.
Lin Su deeply suspected that it was because this sister was too fierce and too much like a man that Lin's mother had to pour all her maternal love, which had nowhere to vent, into the original body. The crying child gets the candy, because the bastard always attracts more attention, while the well-behaved one who doesn't need to be worried about is completely left alone.
It takes a hundred days to heal a broken bone, but Lin Su's injury healed very quickly. The speed and recovery surprised the doctors. After lying in bed for two months, Lin Su was finally able to get out of bed.
Lin's father thought that he would be reluctant and procrastinate in rehabilitation, but Lin Su walked forward slowly by himself, holding on to the wall. Even though he felt a little pain, he never complained or felt tired.
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