When Yu Xiuhong first got married, the Xia family was not like this.
Although Xia's father passed away, Xia's mother was the one who took care of everything at home and raised her son. She also renovated the old house with the subsidy from the brigade and found a good daughter-in-law for her son.
Yu Xiuhong came with three large pieces of furniture and two quilts when she got married, which was considered a luxurious dowry at the time. The matchmaker said that Xia Dazhuang was an honest man who didn't talk much, and that his life would definitely get better and better in the future. She also stepped into the Xia family with the idea of prosperity.
But when did it start to change?
Yu Xiuhong couldn't remember.
Ten years seemed to have passed in a flash. The renovated loess house had long been dilapidated, and the longed-for life had yet to arrive. The two hearts on the same bed had once met briefly, but now they were drifting further and further apart.
The chicken porridge was so fragrant that Yu Xiuhong kept stuffing it into her mouth. Even her eyes greedily absorbed the steam coming out of the bowl of porridge, for fear that the fragrance would pass through the broken window and attract Xia's mother over.
"Are you worthy?" Mother Xia's contemptuous eyes always found her faults in a cunning way. She always gave the few thick rice in the pot to Xia Dazhuang, and then poured two bowls of water on it. That was the ration for her and Daya.
Chicken, eggs, these meaty things have nothing to do with her, and wild vegetable porridge is a good thing only available in spring and summer. Especially after she gave birth to several girls, Xia's mother and Xia Dazhuang no longer looked at her as a family member, but as an enemy.
"There's no wheat to grow, but weeds are growing like ridges!"
"Your sisters all gave birth to sons, why can't you? When we met, I thought you were a good childbearer, but I didn't expect that you were a good bamboo that raised bad shoots, specifically to rip off our Xia family, right?"
"You want to stay in confinement after giving birth to a daughter? Bah! I can take care of a sow and she can give birth to more piglets, but what's the point of taking care of you!"
"Isn't it enough to leave one idler? We should remove as many barnyard grasses as possible. If we don't, how will we make room for the rice?!"
Xia's mother was very good at making indirect accusations, often leaving Yu Xiuhong unable to retort. The more Yu Xiuhong thought about it, the more aggrieved she felt. She couldn't even swallow the porridge in her mouth. She looked at Mu Huaixi who was standing silently by the bed, "Doctor Mu, I, I..."
Mu Huaixi looked up at her and unconsciously clenched his fists, afraid that she would ask him if he could still have a baby.
Yu Xiuhong hesitated for a long time before finally asking the question she wanted to ask the most, "Doctor Mu, is it really my fault that I had a daughter?"
She knew that the Xia family had only one son for generations, and she also wanted to give birth to a child for Xia Dazhuang, but who could know whether the baby was a boy or a girl?
When she gave birth to San Ya, Xia's mother specially invited a fortune teller to see her. The fortune teller swore that she was pregnant with a boy. The whole family was very happy. But when the baby was really born, her face turned black and she scolded her in front of the window for half a year.
Yu Xiuhong gave birth to five daughters, but only Daya was left. When she heard that her newborn daughter was adopted by the Sang family, she felt both unwilling and relieved. She didn't even dare to think about where her other daughters had gone, and could only bury it all in her heart.
She knew that it would be difficult for her to conceive, and she was no longer afraid that Mother Xia would drive her away. Every childbirth after San Ya was like purgatory, and she had died several times. It was time for her to give up.
Now there is only one thing on her mind: is it really her fault that she can't give birth to a son?
Is she really a rotten land that can only grow weeds, a piece of junk that cannot give birth to a son, and a sinner who destroyed the Xia family's inheritance?
Mu Huaixi stared into her eyes and did not answer directly. Instead, he asked, "Do you want to hear the truth or a lie?"
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Yu Xiuhong felt as if she had been struck by a club. Her fingers, gripping the spoon, turned white, and beads of cold sweat oozed from her forehead. She felt her head spinning and dizziness, and it felt like something was seeping out from under her...
When she came to her senses, she found herself lying on the bed without knowing when. The quilt was lifted and her clothes were torn open. Nurse Xiaohua was gently rubbing her belly, and Doctor Mu was cleaning her lower body.
Although she was not covered with a quilt, Yu Xiuhong did not feel cold. The long-lost aroma of burning firewood filled the room. The brazier beside the bed warmed her cold body, but could not warm her desperate heart.
"Don't bother," Yu Xiuhong lay there numbly, like a fish stranded on the shore for a long time. Her dry eyes could no longer reflect anything, and even her tears seemed to have dried up.
Mu Huaixi cleaned the blood-stained lochia from under her body and put a clean cotton cloth under her. "What are you afraid of? I haven't told you yet."
Yu Xiuhong suddenly looked up and glared at Mu Huaixi fiercely. She didn't understand why Dr. Mu still had the mind to tease her at this time. Wasn't it because she couldn't have a son?
She can't have children, what's wrong? !
Take Daya away with her when she can get up!
Mu Huaixi felt the change in her eyes and chuckled, "That's good. I can still be angry. It's better than feeling sorry for myself."
As soon as she entered the room, she noticed something was amiss with Yu Xiuhong. Her face was blue, and the spots on her cheeks were prominent, a sign of blood stasis. However, Yu Xiuhong had clearly experienced metrorrhagia during childbirth, so the appearance of these spots was completely out of character. Touching the cold bed, she realized she had caught a cold after childbirth, was exhausted, and was unable to pass lochia.
The firewood in the brazier was chopped by Jiang Wenyuan. He had nothing to do in the Xia family's yard, so he helped to chop some old firewood. The Xia family now burns branches and wood chopsticks picked up by Daya and Yu Xiuhong. The only man in the family has not cared about this for a long time, and the firewood that the mother and daughter can pick up is really limited. It is not easy to use it for cooking. Besides, Xia's mother will not give her the opportunity to light a fire to keep warm.
Firewood burns more vigorously than thin branches. The long-lost warmth warmed up Yu Xiuhong's body. Wang Xiaohua's abdominal massage also helped her uterus to move and expel waste from her body, but more importantly, Mu Huaixi's words just now aroused Yu Xiuhong's emotions.
Panic, despair, anger, these emotions are poisonous and harmful to ordinary women in labor, but they are a shot in the arm for Xiuhong who is half dead. The surging emotions are like a pushing hand, pushing the blood clots and blood stasis in her abdominal cavity towards the exit.
As a doctor, one generally has to soothe the patient's emotions. Mu Huaixi learned such a bold operation from an amazing predecessor in the Mu family's medical book. A doctor can observe the words and expressions of the patient and naturally knows what kind of words can touch the heart of the patient. However, Yu Xiuhong is weak after all, so the cardiotonic injection can only be given once, and she needs to be well taken care of afterwards.
Mu Huaixi was taking a risk, but if Yu Xiuhong was allowed to continue like this, her life would be in jeopardy. It would be fine if Xia's mother took care of her like Erya's mother did, but unfortunately, no one in the Xia family cared about her except Daya.
Just now, when she went out to get hot water, she saw Xia's mother peeping secretly from the wooden door of the east wing. The eye in the crack of the door was almost green. She must have smelled the aroma of meat porridge a long time ago. If she was not really afraid of her, she would have rushed over to snatch it away.
Mu Huaixi's previous words were also a test. She wanted to know if Yu Xiuhong had any hope of standing up. Now it seems that—
"Whether you have a son or a daughter is not something you can decide. It's like you are a field. You reap what you sow."
Yu Xiuhong suddenly raised her head, ecstasy swept over her whole body, but it quickly subsided. She hesitated and thought about it over and over again, and finally let out a long sigh.
"Doctor Mu, I believe you."
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