As soon as I reached the village entrance, I bumped into Wuyou, who was carrying a basket on his back, his hands covered in mud, and his forehead covered in sweat. Although he was dressed simply, it could not hide his handsome appearance and added a touch of rustic charm.
"Where did you all go? Xiao Jin, weren't you going to Dr. Liu's to deliver medicine?" Wu You raised an eyebrow, looking puzzled at the three of them.
Jumping off the oxcart, An Jin ran up to Wu You with a smile on her face and whispered, "Brother Yan, I went to Dr. Liu's to deliver medicine and ran into Aunt Zhou, who had a high fever. I checked her over and gave her the medicine you gave me. I also accompanied them to the hospital, and that's how I ran into you on my way back."
Yan Wuyou nodded knowingly. He was skilled in pharmacology and always carried medicine with him, with an even greater quantity in his personal storage space. However, Yan Wuyou was not knowledgeable in pharmacology, so to avoid suspicion, he claimed it was an ancestral heirloom. He had originally placed it with An Jin for emergencies, but unexpectedly, it came in very handy.
"Brother Yan, I used your family's hereditary medicine. You won't mind, will you?" An Jin tugged at Wu You's sleeve anxiously. He had indeed been in a hurry at the time, after all, it was a human life, and he couldn't just watch someone die. So he impulsively used the medicine, and now he felt a little sorry.
Of course, he knew that Brother Yan was not a stingy person, but it was still his family's heirloom. Entrusting it to him was a sign of trust and concern for him, but he used it on an outsider, which inevitably made people feel uncomfortable.
"It's alright. This medicine is meant to save lives. You did a great job. Xiao Jin, you have a heart that wants to help others." Wuyou shook her head gently and patted An Jin's head approvingly.
An Jin is indeed very talented in medicine, and he can integrate everything he is taught. If he is properly nurtured, he will surely become a great doctor who saves lives. Don't be fooled by the fact that this era is rather chaotic and everyone thinks that studying is useless. This is just a temporary misstep. The future will definitely move in a better direction, and studying is the right thing to do.
An Jin blushed slightly, feeling a little shy after being praised.
Zhou Jiajun also jumped off the carriage, walked up to Wuyou, and bowed deeply, a perfect 90-degree bow.
“Yan Zhiqing, my mother survived this time entirely thanks to your family’s traditional medicine. Thank you so much. You can tell me anything you need in the future, and I’ll do anything for you, even go through fire and water.”
As he spoke, tears welled up in Zhou Jiajun's eyes. His mother was his only family member, an indispensable part of his life. He had made a vow when he was young to take good care of his mother, and if his negligence caused her death, he would live with guilt and self-blame for the rest of his life.
“Brother Zhou, there’s no need to thank us. We wouldn’t just stand by and watch someone die; it’s only right that we do so. You should take good care of Aunt Zhou and help her recover; that’s enough to thank us. Otherwise, my family’s secret recipe will be wasted, and you would truly be letting me down.”
Wuyou quickly helped him up. If outsiders saw this, who knows what they would think? However, she could also understand Zhou Jiajun's feelings and comforted him with a smile.
Hearing this, Zhou Jiajun felt a warmth spread through his heart. He kept saying thank you while frantically wiping away his tears, which looked rather comical.
"But speaking of which, why did Aunt Zhou get sick? Brother Zhou, are things not going well at home lately? How come Aunt Zhou is malnourished?" Wuyou's eyes darted around, and she already had a general idea in mind. She spoke casually.
"This..." Zhou Jiajun had been too busy to think much about it before, but when Wuyou brought it up, he couldn't help but feel a little doubtful and unconsciously pointed the finger at Sun Xiaoying.
It wasn't that he deliberately suspected his wife or had a dark mind; there was simply no one else he could suspect. There were only the three of them at home. He had been frequently away working lately, and his mother's daily needs were being taken care of by Sun Xiaoying; there was simply no one else to look after her.
“Brother Zhou, there are some things that we outsiders shouldn’t interfere with. Just keep that in mind.” Wuyou stopped there, then looked at the tired-looking Dr. Liu beside her. The doctor was old and had come all this way, so he was quite exhausted. “Let’s take Dr. Liu home.”
The four of them drove the oxcart to Dr. Liu's house. Wuyou helped Dr. Liu inside, while Zhou Jiajun and the other man stayed outside to chat.
"What are you doing?!" The woman's slightly shrill voice suddenly rang out, like a sharp knife shattering the tranquil and harmonious atmosphere.
When Sun Xiaoying got up early in the morning, she couldn't find Zhou Jiajun and his mother. She searched inside and outside for a long time but couldn't find them at all. There was only cold porridge and pickled vegetables left in the kitchen, but she didn't think much of it and assumed that the mother and son had gone out to run errands. She sat down and ate her meal quietly.
Sometimes, he even felt comfortable being home alone. Although Zhou Jiajun would become the richest man in the future, powerful and capable, he was still just a poor, unsophisticated boy with low emotional intelligence and no ability to make people happy. Sun Xiaoying found it difficult to develop a genuine liking for him, and occasionally she would be so angry with him that she would choke.
Zhou's mother is reasonable, but his physical condition is too poor, and he needs someone to take care of him. It's okay for a day or two, but after so long, Sun Xiaoying is inevitably a little tired, and she gets a headache whenever she sees Zhou's mother.
People say that there are no filial sons at the bedside of a long-term sick person. Zhou Jiajun is a filial son through and through, but Sun Xiaoying has no feelings for Zhou's mother at all. She only takes care of her because of Zhou Jiajun, so naturally she won't do her best.
Now that the two of them aren't home, he feels much more at ease, as he has neither the time nor the inclination to deal with them.
As dusk approached, Sun Xiaoying began to worry. It was almost dark, and he still hadn't returned. Could something have really happened to him? He was counting on Zhou Jiajun to take him to live the life of a billionaire's wife in the future!
What happened that morning wasn't a secret; it had already spread throughout the entire village. Sun Xiaoying casually asked someone and learned what had happened that morning. Her heart skipped a beat, and she couldn't help but feel guilty.
To be honest, he had been quite lazy lately, only bringing meals to Zhou's mother and neglecting everything else. Thinking about it carefully, the old woman had indeed acted strangely a couple of days ago, but he hadn't paid it any mind.
Rushing to Dr. Liu's small clinic, she saw a man and a woman standing there from afar. Their posture was not intimate, but inexplicably, the distance of time and space made her think of the distant future and evoked long-forgotten memories.
Back then, it was these two figures, smiling at each other, hand in hand, a truly divine couple.
Reason vanished in an instant, leaving only the panic of losing everything. Sun Xiaoying screamed and pounced on him, knocking An Jin to the ground, where they rolled into a heap.
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