Wang Qiuyan saw the change in Wen Yulong's expression and guessed his confusion. She explained, "The doctor said Mom isn't getting enough nutrition. She needs to eat high-protein, high-fat foods for three meals a day. She's been complaining about being hungry these past few days, and these meals only last about an hour."
Wen Yulong was stunned.
From childhood to adulthood, with the exception of a special period when Wen Yiran was under investigation, the Wen family had never lacked food. With Wen Jingtao around, Wen Yiran's investigation was over in just over two weeks. So, Feng Xueying's life after marrying Wen Yiran had been prosperous and peaceful. She only had food she didn't want to eat, never when she couldn't eat enough. How could someone like that be malnourished?
After Wang Qiuyan finished her words, she didn't say anything else. After all, the hospital couldn't find the cause of Feng Xueying's illness. She was her daughter-in-law, and Feng Xueying's attitude towards her was usually lukewarm. For the sake of the relationship between mother-in-law and daughter-in-law, Wang Qiuyan didn't feel comfortable making any speculative remarks to Wen Yulong.
When Hu Zhongliang and his team arrived at the ward, they saw Feng Xueying had just burped with satisfaction after eating several large plates of food.
"Cough cough cough..." Wen Yiran was startled by his wife's fierce action, and his saliva went directly into his trachea. Over the years, Feng Xueying has always done everything slowly and methodically, chewing her food carefully, walking slowly, speaking softly, and burping after meals. Such "rude" behaviors would never happen to Feng Xueying in the past.
Feng Xueying had her first bout of hysterics last night when she saw the change in her appearance in the mirror. But she couldn't be blamed; anyone would be shocked by such a dramatic change in just a few days.
"Old Wen, you're here." Feng Xueying was happy to see Wen Yiran, and a smile appeared on her face. Wen Yiran's recovery was something Feng Xueying had been looking forward to. Seeing that Wen Yiran was not using a cane and did not need anyone to support him, and that his walking posture was a little slow, but it was normal, Feng Xueying felt relieved.
In the Wen family, Wen Yiran is like a mountain. During the days when Wen Yiran fell ill, Feng Xueying always blamed herself.
The skin on Feng Xueying's face looked a little empty, and her wrinkles were deeper than yesterday. When she smiled, the skin on her face wrinkled into a ball, like a blooming dried chrysanthemum, which was unbearable to look at.
"Well, are you feeling better?" Wen Yiran stepped forward, grabbed Feng Xueying's hand, and said, "Xueying, uncle has asked Comrade Zhou Xi to come and treat you. You will be well soon."
"Old Wen, I'm not sick, I'm just very hungry." Feng Xueying honestly told Wen Yiran what she felt in her heart: "Old Wen, I always feel like my stomach is empty. No matter how much I eat, I can never feel full."
Feng Xueying's demeanor during this conversation was just like the way she usually acted coquettishly with Wen Yiran. A young woman's demeanor would surely be pleasing to the eye, but Feng Xueying, now resembling an old woman, was unbearable to watch.
However, Wen Yiran's face was full of tenderness, as if Feng Xueying was still the girl he fell in love with at first sight, just like decades ago.
"Okay, okay, I'll ask Aunt Wang to make more food for you later." Wen Yiran reached out and patted the back of Feng Xueying's hand, promising lovingly.
Seeing Wen Yiran and Feng Xueying talking, the people beside them kept silent, fearing to disturb them. Looking at the situation between Wen Yiran and Feng Xueying at this moment, the four words "supporting each other in times of adversity" flashed in everyone's mind.
After Zhou Xi entered the room, he kept staring at Feng Xueying intently.
Looking at Feng Xueying's condition and listening to what she said, Zhou Xi had already made a decision in his heart.
Seeing that the conversation between Wen Yiran and Feng Xueying had come to an end, Zhou Xi pointed at Wen Yulong and said, "Except him, everyone else should get out!"
Wen Yiran was stunned for a moment, then waved his hand, signaling everyone to do as Zhou Xi instructed.
For a moment, only Feng Xueying, Wen Yulong and Zhou Xi were left in the crowded ward.
I don’t know what means Zhou Xi used, but when he approached the bed, he raised his hand and stroked Feng Xueying’s face in mid-air, and Feng Xueying immediately fell into a coma.
Zhou Xi straightened up, and before Wen Yulong could say anything, he turned his head and said to him, "Deputy Commander Wen, what's going to happen next may be a little beyond your imagination. I need to borrow your blood. Are you willing?"
If Wen Yulong didn't possess a righteous spirit, and his blood had a special effect in breaking the curse on Feng Xueying, Zhou Xi would definitely not have let Wen Yulong stay. Originally, Wen Yiran's blood would have been acceptable, but Wen Yiran had just recovered from a serious illness, so Zhou Xi gave up the idea of asking Wen Yiran for help.
"Excuse me, what do you want to do?" Wen Yulong's eyes were filled with a hint of caution. Zhou Xi was personally accompanied by Wen Yiran, so Wen Yulong shouldn't ask this question. However, does healing require blood? Wen Yulong felt he should ask clearly.
"I'm Zhou Xi. Wen Jingtao asked me to come here to treat Madam Wen." Zhou Xi didn't waste any words and directly brought up the great god Wen Jingtao.
Zhou Xi? Wen Yulong had been in N City all along and wasn't familiar with Zhou Xi's real name. However, when he heard the confidence in Zhou Xi's voice and the tone he used when he mentioned Wen Jingtao, Wen Yulong had a hunch that Zhou Xi must be a reliable person.
"Okay, you tell me what to do!" Wen Yulong nodded.
"Mrs. Wen's illness is actually not a disease. I saw someone with the same symptoms as her forty years ago." Zhou Xi explained lightly, walked to the bedside, and flipped Feng Xueying's upper eyelid.
Feng Xueying lay motionless on the bed. Zhou Xi looked at the faint bloodshot on the whites of Feng Xueying's eyes and motioned Wen Yulong to come over and take a look.
When Feng Xueying was calm, the bloodshot eyes were not congested, and seemed translucent. Wen Yulong took a look and didn't understand what was going on.
"I wonder who Madam Wen offended and why someone cursed her." Zhou Xi knew Wen Yulong didn't understand, so he patiently explained, "Look, the bloodshot veins on Madam Wen's eyeballs are like spider tentacles. It seems that the person who cast the curse must have already activated it."
"Cast a curse?" Wen Yulong was stunned by Zhou Xi's words. If Zhou Xi had not been specially invited from Kyoto by Wen Jingtao, Wen Yulong would have wanted to curse.
Didn't they say they were going to break free from feudal superstition? Why did Zhou Xi speak so seriously about the curse, making it impossible for anyone to question him?
"Forty years ago, the man I met died before the seventh day. When he died, all the flesh and blood in his body was gone, leaving only bones and skin." Zhou Xi's expression was indifferent, and his tone was as flat as if he had just finished his meal today.
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