Song Chun looked up at her and said, "Why am I crying? My son Zhe is still alive and well. I am not sad."
Although she said this, Song's tears were streaming down her cheeks. She wiped them away and said, "The smoke is so strong..."
Zhang's eyes turned red, and she snatched the fire stick from her hand, "Chun Niang, don't do this..."
Song seemed to come back to her senses at this moment, and burst into tears, her voice sobbing, "My son... my son Zhe... has such a miserable life..."
Zhang also started crying after hearing this.
Song Chun cried so much that her eyes were blurry and all her strength was drained out of her body. She leaned on Zhang, her voice was hoarse, and tears were still streaming down her cheeks.
Zhao's stomach growled several times after waiting for breakfast for a long time. Although she had heard Song Chun crying a long time ago, she couldn't help but come to the kitchen door and urged, "Second sister-in-law, you have been crying all morning, are you going to stop? The whole family is waiting for dinner! If you are done crying, hurry up and cook!"
"Zhao Xueru, are you talking like a human being? Are you the reincarnation of a starving ghost? If you want to eat, go cook for yourself. Who is born to serve you?" Zhang was so angry that she couldn't help but tear her face apart.
Zhao had been yelled at by Song Chun early in the morning, and now Zhang had embarrassed her again. She was so angry that she called Zhang by her name, "Zhang Qiulan, what are you talking about? You said I was starving to death and your family doesn't have to eat? If you have the guts, go and starve, and don't eat the food at home anymore!"
Zhang had long been fed up with the third wife and her husband. Relying on the old lady's partiality, they were lazy and ate all day long and loved to order people around. Now it seemed like they had an outlet, and all the resentment that had been pent up in her heart for years came rushing up.
Zhang was about to start cursing, but Song stopped her and said in a hoarse voice, "I'll go cook now."
Zhang said hurriedly, "Chun Niang, go back to your room and rest. I'll cook."
Song Chun shook his head and went to wash and cut the vegetables mechanically.
Zhao, who was outside the kitchen door, snorted coldly and left.
When Yu Qizhe opened his eyes again, it was already mid-afternoon. His lips were so dry and dry due to the fever that he got out of bed slowly.
He walked unsteadily to the table and wanted to pour some water, but the teapot was empty.
Yu Jiao came in with some porridge in her hand. Seeing Yu Qizhe standing by the table, she smiled and said, "I figured you should wake up by now. Aunt Song has been warming up the porridge she made for you on the stove. You should drink some."
Yu Qizhe looked up at her and sat down at the table. Yu Jiao placed the bowl of porridge in front of him and raised her hand to touch his forehead. Yu Qizhe stepped back and stared at Yu Jiao warily, "What are you doing?"
His voice was hoarse and weak. Yu Jiao forcefully placed her palm on Yu Qizhe's forehead, "What are you afraid of? Let me test your temperature."
His hot forehead suddenly touched something cool and soft, and Yu Qizhe miraculously felt much more comfortable.
But the softness was quickly retracted. Yu Jiao said, "You still have a fever. Eat some porridge first. I will make you some medicine."
Yu Qizhe looked at the porridge on the table. Although his stomach was empty, he had no appetite at all. He forced himself to eat half a bowl and put down the spoon.
Song came in from the outside. Her eyes were slightly swollen because she cried so hard in the morning. She smiled and said, "Why did you only drink half a bowl of porridge? You haven't eaten anything all day. Drink some more to fill your stomach. You still have to take medicine later!"
"Has the rain stopped outside?" After hearing what Song said, Yu Qizhe picked up the spoon and continued to drink the porridge.
Song shook her head, "Not yet, it's much smaller than yesterday."
"Are uncle and his family back?"
"I'm back. We don't know how long the rain will last. Your uncle and Uncle Zhou hunted a wild boar in the mountains yesterday. They were afraid that the meat would go bad if they stayed there any longer, so they came back down the mountain while the rain was light." Song said.
Yu Qizhe tapped his chin lightly. Seeing Song's red and swollen eyelids, he felt a sense of powerlessness in his heart, but in the end he said nothing.
Song noticed her son's gaze and tried her best to pretend nothing happened. She grabbed the kettle on the table and said with a smile, "Mom was so busy that she didn't notice that the tea in your room was gone. I'll go get a pot of tea."
In the kitchen, Yu Fuling followed Yu Jiao obediently and was as diligent as a maid. She helped Yu Jiao wash the medicine jars and the medicine stove. Whenever Yu Jiao wanted to do something, she would rush to help, trying to please her in every way.
All of this is naturally for Yu Jiao to be able to properly treat Yu Qizhe's body.
After Yu Fuling and the others went down the mountain and returned home, they learned that Yu Qizhe was ill. Song's eyes were crying again, so Yu Fuling naturally wanted to get to the bottom of it. Song could not hide it, so Yu Fuling knew what Grandpa Yu had said. After the mother and son hugged each other and cried bitterly, Yu Fuling immediately thought of Yu Jiao, the life-saving straw.
When the Song mother and son were crying in each other's arms, Yu Jiao took Yu Qizhe's pulse. Although Yu Ruhai was a mediocre doctor, his words did not indicate a misdiagnosis. After this illness, Yu Qizhe would indeed have a hard time surviving until the beginning of spring after the New Year.
But since Yu Jiao wanted to keep the person, even if the King of Hell wanted to take him away, she had to endure it.
The fever-reducing prescription prescribed by Yu Ruhai was not very effective, so Yu Jiao prepared another medicine and gave it to Yu Fuling to boil. She then fiddled with the herbs she had picked from the mountain and started to regulate Yu Qizhe's body.
The rain continued for another two days before it cleared up on the third day. Yu Qizhe took the medicine prescribed by Yu Jiao for three consecutive days. When the weather improved, his cold gradually got better.
In the past, when Yu Qizhe fell ill, it would take ten days or half a month to recover. As a result, Yu Fuling became Yu Jiao's little follower. After the Song couple learned that Yu Jiao might be able to help Yu Qizhe recover, they changed their desperate and sad state a few days ago and were full of hope for the future.
Yu Jiao specifically reminded everyone in the second house that they must never tell anyone else, including other members of the Yu family, that she could cure Yu Qizhe, otherwise the prescription she prepared would not work.
Yu Qiaoshan and his wife did not dare to ask anything, but they believed in Yu Jiao's medical skills. Moreover, now they could only pin their hopes on Yu Jiao, just like grabbing a life-saving straw when drowning. Even if there was no possibility of survival in despair, they had to deceive themselves that it existed.
Now that Yu Qizhe had recovered from his cold, Yu Jiao did not intend to waste time and immediately prepared a decoction to regulate Yu Qizhe's body. Yu Ruhai did not mind her messing around with the herbs stored in the west room. Although Yu Jiao made it clear to him that she could not cure Yu Qizhe, Yu Ruhai was still unwilling to give up on Yu Qizhe, his grandson who had won the top three honors in the imperial examination.
However, Yu Zhou and Zhao mocked Yu Qizhe several times in front of the second wife, both openly and secretly, and they disliked Yu Qizhe for wasting herbs. Those herbs could be used to treat people and earn money, but if Yu Qizhe ate them, it would not make him better and would only be wasted.
No one in the second room paid any attention to them. Yu Jiao went to the west room to get her medicine as usual. Yu Ruhai didn't say anything to stop her anyway.
Knowing that Yu Jiao was going to decoct medicine, Yu Fuling put down the wedding dress she was embroidering and ran over to help her. As soon as she entered the kitchen and saw Yu Jiao putting herbs into the medicine jar, her eyes suddenly widened. She walked forward in disbelief and looked carefully into the jar.
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