"Pear Blossom, my darling! How are you feeling? Are you feeling better?"
As soon as Ma Linghua entered the room, she rushed to the bedside and looked at Ma Lihua with a worried expression.
These past few days, Ma Lihua's condition has been really bad. She coughs up blood from time to time, and her cough sounds like she's coughing up her heart and lungs. Every cough sounds like it's tearing her family's hearts apart.
At this moment, Ma Lihua was lying on the bed, her face as white as paper, without a trace of blood, so weak that she seemed as if she would be blown away by a gust of wind.
Fortunately, he stopped vomiting blood this time, but his half-dead appearance, like a flower about to wither, was particularly heartbreaking.
"Aunt, Great-grandmother, Great-grandfather."
Li Xin rushed over at this moment. When he saw his aunt's haggard appearance, he was heartbroken. His anxiety and helplessness were written all over his face.
"Auntie, didn't you go to see a doctor? Why is it getting worse? You look like you're about to die."
The moment he said those words, the atmosphere in the room froze.
Ma Lihua's eyes widened, speechless. She thought to herself, "If you can't speak properly, then don't speak at all. He really knows how to rub salt in the wound. I was already feeling down, and his words made it even worse."
Ma Lihua weakly took a sip of ginseng water, hoping to alleviate her discomfort.
Suddenly, her vision went black, and the world seemed to plunge into darkness in an instant.
Her eyes were glazed over, and a wave of panic washed over her. "Grandma, I...I think I can't see anymore."
"What?"
Ma Linghua's face changed drastically, her eyes filled with terror.
She hurriedly reached out and used her profound energy to probe into Ma Lihua's meridians.
After a moment, she breathed a slight sigh of relief, and her expression softened.
"Pear Blossom, it's nothing serious. It's just that your yang energy has been broken. From now on, you might only see ghosts. Don't worry, you'll be able to see it again after tomorrow."
"It startled me! I thought my aunt had gone blind!"
Li Xin patted his chest, looking as if he was still in shock.
Ma Lihua was speechless again.
"If you can't speak properly, then shut up. Even if you're blind, your aunt wouldn't be. Besides, if she's blind, you can just donate a pair of corneas," Ma Linghua said irritably.
Li Xin was stunned, his face full of grievance.
He thought to himself: Why him? Why not his dad!
Da Mao: "…………………………"
This son is probably no longer worth keeping; let's just throw him away! How could you say such a thing?
Two cents, three cents, four cents, five cents, aren't they all acceptable?
Ma Lihua was a little unhappy; she really didn't want to see a ghost.
The thought of those ghosts made her feel uncomfortable all over.
Those ghosts were filthy and ugly, exuding a sinister aura. It would be disgusting if they kept hovering in front of her; it would feel like they were defiling her eyes.
For God, anything unclean makes Him uncomfortable.
She lay in bed, her brows furrowed, filled with restlessness and unease. If she hadn't transmigrated to the Republican era, her body wouldn't have collapsed. This experience had truly depressed her to the extreme.
"Auntie, these past few years without you have been like an eternity for me!"
Li Xin clutched Ma Lihua's clothes tightly, his eyes filled with grievance, "I finally got into Peking University, and I thought I could finally relax, but who would have thought that there are even more ghosts in this place than in Jiangcheng, waaaaaah..."
As he spoke, he wiped away tears that weren't actually tears, looking like a child who had suffered a great injustice.
His time at Peking University was truly unbearable, but fortunately his urine was pure and could still play a role at crucial moments, which allowed him to barely get through it.
The thought of the legend of the nineteenth step that had been circulating in the school recently sent a chill down Li Xin’s spine, as if a pair of cold eyes were staring at him in the dark.
"Auntie, there are ghosts at our school, lots of them."
His voice trembled slightly.
"What does that have to do with us?"
Ma Lihua looked at him calmly, her gaze as still as a calm lake, without the slightest ripple.
Li Xin was taken aback. That's right, his family was capable, and those ghosts wouldn't dare to provoke them easily. It really had little to do with his family.
Just as he was about to breathe a sigh of relief, a crisp cell phone ringtone suddenly broke the silence in the room.
He took out his phone and saw that it was Fang Hang calling.
"Hello!" Li Xin answered the phone.
"Li Xin! There's an alumni gathering tonight, wanna come?"
Fang Hang's voice came through the receiver, carrying a hint of enthusiasm.
"What level is it?" Li Xin asked subconsciously. He needed to figure out the situation first before he could attend this kind of gathering.
"The third floor, 9 pm, the third floor of Hsu Fu Chi Restaurant, booked out."
Fang Hang explained in detail.
"Okay, I've got it."
Li Xin agreed verbally, but he hesitated inwardly.
"I've sent you the electronic invitation."
Fang Hang hung up the phone after he finished speaking.
Li Xin looked at the electronic invitation he received on his phone and was at a loss.
He really didn't want to go; all he wanted to do was stay with his aunt and enjoy this rare, heartwarming moment.
Evening parties are often crowded and chaotic, and there's always the possibility of various troubles.
Moreover, it would be terrible if those ghost stories came true during the gathering.
He frowned and paced back and forth in the room.
"Where to?" Ma Lihua looked at Li Xin and asked softly.
"Hey! Just going to a dinner party." Li Xin waved his phone and said nonchalantly.
"Do you need money?" Ma Lihua asked again, a hint of curiosity in her eyes.
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