Mu Huaixi was not shooting without purpose.
As the saying goes, anger hurts the liver, joy hurts the heart, worry hurts the lungs, thinking hurts the spleen, and fear hurts the kidneys. Xia's mother's current symptoms are that her anger attacks the liver and cannot be relieved, and her excessive thinking and worry hurt the lungs. The disease starts from the inside and is reflected on the surface of the body. The symptoms are already very serious.
Mu Huaixi could confirm that she had been suffering from liver fire for many years just by looking at her palms and the area around her eyes. Upon closer inspection, he could see that the corners of Old Lady Xia's mouth were tilted downwards, making her look extremely angry.
Medicine and divination are inseparable. Those who are good at physiognomy will say that an old person with thin lips and crooked mouth has no morals and likes to stir up trouble and gossip. In fact, most of them have internal organ diseases.
In a case like Old Lady Xia's, prescribing medicine or giving acupuncture is not as good as having a good scolding. Only by venting the anger and depression in her heart can she do that, but she just can't do it.
Even though Xia's mother insulted her daughter-in-law and granddaughter every day and had conflicts with villagers from time to time, none of these could relieve her anger.
Her anger was not caused by her daughter-in-law and granddaughter, or she didn't care about Xiuhong and Daya at all. How could she care about their affairs and get angry because of them?
The only thing Old Lady Xia cares about is her son. She wants to give her heart to him and raise him with great difficulty, hoping that he will be successful and filial to her until the end of his life. However, Xia Dazhuang has become a drunkard. She can blame everything on her daughter-in-law, but she can't help but feel disappointed with her son.
Her anger, her worries, and her emotions were only affected by Xia Dazhuang. When she was young, she could comfort herself that he was still young and would naturally understand things after getting married; after marriage, she complained that her daughter-in-law could not control her son, thinking that when her son had a son, he would definitely know how to support the family.
But the Xia family declined year by year, Xia's mother aged year by year, but Xia Dazhuang showed no signs of getting back on his feet, and instead became more and more hopeless.
This is the root of Xia's mother's illness, and scolding others will not relieve it.
After hearing what she said, Mu Huaixi could only shake his head regretfully, "Auntie Xia, you know exactly what I mean. If you can't do it, then there's nothing I can do."
"I..." Mother Xia opened her mouth. She was filled with fear and anger, and ultimately could only vent her anger on her own family. She pushed Daya, who was cowering behind her, and cursed, "You have no manners, just like your mother!"
Xia's mother hurried back to the east wing and slammed the door, as if she could avoid everything that had just happened by turning a blind eye.
The four people from the clinic were left hanging in the yard. Wang Xiaohua held Daya, who was crying, and comforted her for a long time. Seeing that she was as thin as a stick, she angrily pulled her hand and went into the kitchen, "Come on, sister will boil you an egg!"
She would rather boil all the eggs she brought and feed them to Daya than let them cost the lives of those two bastards, Xia Mu and Xia Dazhuang!
It had snowed, and Daya was wearing even thinner clothes than the last time she went to the market. Her hands and feet were covered with frostbite, her hair was messy, and the hairband crooked at the end of her hair was even the same one she had worn when they met at the market.
Wang Xiaohua asked and found out that her grandmother and father didn't care about her. Usually, it was her mother who combed her hair and found clothes for her. But in the past few days, Yu Xiuhong had been lying on the bed and couldn't get up, so she became so sloppy.
As for the slightly better clothes at the market, they are not allowed to be worn at home.
"My grandma said she was afraid the fire would catch fire," Daya whispered softly, pinching her fingers as she spoke, and looking towards the east wing anxiously, fearing that Xia's mother would find trouble with her if she heard it.
Li Fengjuan also sighed, found a wooden comb with broken teeth from the window sill of the Xia family, and went to get a bowl of water, intending to comb Daya's hair.
Mu Huaixi looked at the thin figure that seemed to appear and disappear behind the tattered paper window of the west wing. She did not rush in, but walked around the yard twice instead.
To be honest, she didn't want to come to the Xia family before because she didn't want to see Yu Xiuhong.
Yu Xiuhong is just like herself before she escaped, with her domineering and aggressive mother-in-law, her alcoholic, domestically violent and incompetent husband, and her timid and bullied daughter-in-law. Just looking at her is suffocating.
Mu Huaixi knew that in her current situation, she could make Yu Xiuhong feel much better by just extending her hand, but as soon as she extended her hand, the leeches behind Yu Xiuhong would wrap around her. If she wanted Yu Xiuhong to have enough food and clothing, she had to ensure that the Xia family had good food and good drinks.
This is not what she wants.
Furthermore, based on Mu Huaixi’s own experience, no one can save Yu Xiuhong unless she makes up her mind to save herself.
Let her have enough food and clothes and spend all day thinking about how to give birth to a son for Xia Dazhuang?
It's just chronic suicide.
But Mu Huaixi had to take care of it. After the flag-raising ceremony, it seemed as if an inexplicable fire was buried in her heart. Now the fire was burning so fiercely that she could no longer sit idly by.
Seeing her wandering around the yard with an embarrassed look on her face, Jiang Wenyuan thought she was worried about Xia's mother's health, so he handed her the enamel pot and said, "You go check on Yu Xiuhong first. It's not convenient for me to go in."
Mu Huaixi took the meat soup, sighed lightly, and went into the west wing.
The Xia family couldn't compare to the Li family, and the conditions Yu Xiuhong endured during her postpartum confinement were a world apart from those of Li Erya. The west wing was even colder than the courtyard. At least the courtyard had sunlight, but the tattered paper windows in this room only blocked the sunlight and let in the north wind.
The room was very dark. The window on the leeward wall had been smashed by someone and could only be nailed shut with wooden boards. Next to it stood two large boxes and an old wardrobe, which were the few intact pieces of furniture in the room.
There was a plank bed next to the paper window facing the yard. One of the legs was broken and was padded with a few bricks. The quilt on the bed was as thin as a sheet and looked clean, but the quilt cover had been washed so white that the pattern on it could not be seen at all.
Yu Xiuhong was covered with a blanket like this, leaning on the headboard and looking at her uncomfortably, "Doctor Mu, you, you're here."
"Yeah," Mu Huaixi said without saying much. He opened the ceramic jar directly and took out a spoon and handed it over.
The canteen's kitchen was firing on all cylinders. The old hen was first stewed in a casserole for several hours, then taken out and shredded into meat, mixed with rice and millet, and poured with skimmed chicken broth, and boiled together. The shredded chicken dissolved in the porridge water, and a thick meat soup was made.
The aroma of chicken fat, meat and the unique fragrance of rice mixed together, and the moment the lid was opened, Yu Xiuhong was stunned. She swallowed unconsciously, looked at Mu Huaixi in a daze, and did not dare to take the spoon.
Mu Huaixi lowered his eyes and handed the spoon to her again. "The health center sent millet and eggs to you and Erya. They made her a milk-inducing soup, and you got some nourishing porridge. Eat it."
Yu Xiuhong was trembling all over. When she heard the words "Erya" and "milk production", she opened her mouth but could not say anything. She could only take the spoon with red eyes, slowly scoop up a spoonful of porridge, but was reluctant to put it into her mouth.
The thick porridge almost stood on the spoon. The aroma of the chicken made her hungry stomach rumble. Yu Xiuhong greedily sniffed the aroma of the rice porridge and couldn't help but think, "When was the last time I had porridge like this?"
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