Chapter 115
"Grandma, what's wrong with you? Is it serious?"
"Do you need me to take you to a large hospital in the capital for professional treatment?"
Huo Changfeng asked seriously.
As soon as she finished speaking, Mu Qingxuan had already stretched out her hand.
Her fingertips trembled slightly as she gently placed on Yao Jinglan's wrist.
The moment her fingertips touched her pulse, Mu Qingxuan's brows suddenly frowned.
Yao Jinglan's pulse was deep, thin and astringent, like a stream entangled by dead branches, intermittent, with an obvious sense of blockage, and a faint sense of depression.
This pulse was very different from the weak but steady pulse of her grandmother in her memory. It was obviously caused by long-term depression and the recurrence of an old illness.
"It's just an old backache, it's nothing serious!"
Yao Jinglan shook off Mu Qingxuan's hand, waved it, and said nonchalantly: "Why go to the capital? Don't underestimate our county hospital. I just got an injection and my waist pain is gone!"
As she spoke, she deliberately straightened her hunched back, trying to prove that she was fine.
But her slightly pale lips and the cold sweat on her forehead betrayed her directly.
"grandmother!"
Mu Qingxuan's voice suddenly rose, with a hint of anxiety and reproach.
She fixed her eyes on the old man's dodging eyes: "Before I got married and left, didn't I tell you to use Chinese medicine to treat your lumbar spine?"
"I specifically asked Aunt Chen to give you a massage once a week. Why is your back pain worse now than before?"
Yao Jinglan's eyes flashed with a trace of panic, then she turned her head away, pulling the corner of the quilt and muttering: "I am using your Chinese medicine patch. If you don't believe me, go home and look through the drawer to see if it's all used up."
"As for your Aunt Chen... her last name is Chen, and she has her own parents to take care of. Why bother her all the time?"
Upon hearing this, Mu Qingxuan felt angry and anxious. She couldn't help but stand up and cross her arms.
"I gave Aunt Chen a lot of money and asked her to take care of you. But you secretly pushed her away!"
"Where did you get the money? Did you spend your dowry?"
Yao Jinglan's eyes suddenly widened, her cloudy pupils filled with anger: "Mu Qingxuan, you are going to piss me off to death, that was the dowry your grandfather and I saved up for your whole life, why are you spending it on an old woman like me whose body is half buried in the ground instead of keeping it for yourself?"
As the old man spoke, his voice began to tremble and he pointed his withered finger at Mu Qingxuan.
Mu Qingxuan could no longer hold back her grievances, her eyes instantly turned red: "Isn't money earned to be spent? Do you want me to watch you suffer from back pain?"
"I don't want to get married, but you force me to. I want to take you with me when I get married, but you don't want me to, so I can only ask Aunt Chen to give you a massage. I do all this because I care about you!"
"You little bitch, I think you're going to go crazy. If I say one thing, you'll say ten things!"
Yao Jinglan was so angry that her chest heaved violently. She grabbed the pillow beside her and was about to throw it at Mu Qingxuan.
However, because the movement was too violent, her waist was affected. The pain made her face turn pale instantly, and beads of sweat the size of beans rolled down her forehead.
Seeing the conflict between the grandfather and grandson gradually intensifying, Huo Changfeng stepped forward.
He steadily caught Yao Jinglan's limp hand, and with his other hand gently pressed the old woman's trembling shoulders, saying softly, "Grandma, calm down first. Don't get angry. Be careful not to hurt yourself. Xuanxuan is also worried about you."
Then, Huo Changfeng turned and looked at Mu Qingxuan, his eyes full of heartache and understanding: "Xuanxuan, grandma is old, let's talk it over."
He gently held Mu Qingxuan's trembling hand and stroked the back of her hand with his thumb, silently comforting her.
Mu Qingxuan bit her lip and shook her head.
She has always been a very calm person, but now when she sees her grandmother ruining her body, she can't help but get angry.
She raised her eyes and met Huo Changfeng's concerned and comforting gaze. Her eyes felt sore and crystal tears fell.
Huo Changfeng was startled and quickly wiped away her tears.
But the tears kept flowing and no matter how hard I tried to wipe them away, they could not be wiped away.
Yao Jinglan was also stunned, her voice a little hoarse: "Why are you crying, girl? You..."
The old man looked at Mu Qingxuan guiltily, and suddenly didn't know what to say.
She stared at Mu Qingxuan's expression with worry, and was so anxious that she almost wanted to get out of bed and hold Mu Qingxuan in her arms to comfort her.
Seeing this, Mu Qingxuan quickly broke free from Huo Changfeng's arms and stepped forward to stop Yao Jinglan.
"I'm crying because you're mad at me. You just ruin your body."
Yao Jinglan turned her face away and muttered softly: "My old bones can't be tossed around for a few more years, and I don't want to drag you young people down..."
After hearing this, Mu Qingxuan burst into tears again.
"Grandma, Grandpa is gone. You are my last relative in this world. Are you going to leave me too?"
Yao Jinglan's expression was somewhat moved, but she still spoke stubbornly: "You still have parents, a sister and a brother..."
"Grandma, I already know. I am the child that grandpa picked up. I have no blood relationship with Mu Dashan and the others."
Yao Jinglan's eyes suddenly widened, her face full of surprise.
She grabbed Mu Qingxuan's hand and asked, "How did you know?"
She and Mu Hongguo kept this secret for most of their lives, and never told anyone else about it except Mu Dashan and Sun Qiumei.
Even Mu Qianqian and Mu Dongjie always thought that Mu Qingxuan was their biological sister.
Sure enough, Mu Qingxuan's next sentence confirmed Yao Jinglan's guess.
"Sun Qiumei said so. She told me everything."
Yao Jinglan gritted her teeth and pounded the bed angrily: "If I had known this would happen, I should have stopped them from going to the capital."
Mu Qingxuan looked at Yao Jinglan suspiciously and sniffed: "What's wrong? Even if you, grandpa and I are not related by blood, we are still relatives."
Yao Jinglan's eyes were a little evasive, but then she sighed and patted the back of Mu Qingxuan's hand to comfort her: "It's good that you can forgive us. Your grandfather and I didn't dare to tell you because we were afraid that you would be angry with us after knowing it."
Mu Qingxuan shook her head with tears in her eyes.
"Okay, stop crying. You're already an adult, and it's really not nice of you to still cry."
Yao Jinglan coaxed him for a while, then pretended to be angry and glared at Huo Changfeng: "Your wife is crying like this, and you, a man, just stand there and watch?"
Huo Changfeng touched his nose and finally understood why Mu Qingxuan said several times on the way here by train that her grandmother had a bad temper.
He finally saw it.
Mu Qingxuan looked at Huo Changfeng's rare frustrated expression and couldn't help but burst out laughing.
She wiped away her tears and threw herself into Yao Jinglan's arms, "Grandma, I won't allow you to ruin your body anymore."
"You still have to help me take care of the children."
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