"Mr. Gu, you...you tell me the truth," Gu Changlin said for a long time. Mei Ya's face became paler and paler. She walked to Gu Changlin step by step, and said with trembling lips. "Is it...Is it Mingwei's illness? No, it's not very good?"
"No." Gu Changlin shook his head suddenly. "He just has ordinary typhoid fever, girl, don't let your imagination run wild."
"Really?" Mei Ya murmured. Even though she heard Gu Changlin's words, Mei Ya still had some doubts in her heart. She didn't know why. She just felt a little panicked. At that moment, she had to confirm with Gu Changlin again, "Is it really just typhoid fever? Then why hasn't it recovered after so many days? He had typhoid fever before. He recovered in just two or three days. Why is he so sick this time? He can't even get off the kang?"
Gu Changlin's lips trembled a few times, and then he swallowed the "heart disease is difficult to cure" that came to his mouth. After a pause, he forced a smile at Mei Ya. He said: "It's probably because he has been lying in bed for a while to recuperate his legs. If you stay in bed all the time, even the strongest man will become weak. Naturally, the disease will heal slowly. Girl, you have to nourish Mingwei well."
"Oh, then I'll go make chicken soup right now. We have some ginseng at home, which Pang Yi brought from the capital. He said it was a tribute. I'll make it right now," Mei Ya let out a long breath, rolled up her sleeves, and said to Gu Changlin, "Mr. Gu, don't drink now. What's the point of drinking alone? Wait for Pang Yi to come back and let him drink with you."
Gu Changlin nodded: "Okay, then I'll wait until night to drink."
"I just don't know when Pang Yi will come back. He's really crazy now and won't come home until dark..." Mei Ya muttered as she walked out of the side room.
Gu Changlin looked through the window and saw Mei Ya rolling up her sleeves as she walked into the kitchen, then took a wooden bucket and went to the well to fetch water. The bucket was so big and the water was so heavy that she had to take a deep breath to lift it. The veins on her forehead and arms were bulging. Gu Changlin could not bear to watch it and turned his face away. For a moment, he felt extremely sad.
"Sir, I've had a really hard time these past few days." Zhong Mingwei hadn't fallen ill yet after returning from Nanshan Villa that day. After dinner, Mei Ya was busy washing dishes outside. Zhong Mingwei and Gu Changlin were talking in the room. They were also sitting in front of the window, watching Mei Ya busying around in the yard. Zhong Mingwei's eyes followed Mei Ya all the time. As soon as he opened his mouth, his voice was so hoarse that it was unbearable to listen to, "Sir, I've never been so desperate."
Gu Changlin knew what Zhong Mingwei was upset about, but he couldn't find any words to comfort him. Apart from patting Zhong Mingwei's hand, he could do nothing else.
"I have always known that the Queen Mother used me, and I was just depressed and helpless. My father hated me and even wanted me to die, but I was just sad and angry. They are all my blood relatives, but..." Zhong Mingwei stopped here, took a deep breath, and then spoke again, "But in my heart, they are all like strangers. I never expect to get happiness and joy from them, but Meiya is different," Zhong Mingwei murmured, staring at Meiya who was humming a little song and washing dishes in the yard with his tearful eyes, letting his tears roll down, "All the people in the world combined are not as good as a strand of her hair. Sir, just a few days ago, I still... wanted to be cruel. Even if I was destined to have no children in this life, even if I knew that the girl would never be a mother if she followed me in this life, even if she would hate me when she knew the truth, I would never let go. I know I am really a bastard and selfish, but what can I do? I can't live without her, and... I don't want to live..."
Zhong Mingwei couldn't continue. He covered his face, trying his best not to cry out loud, but tears slid down his fingers and silently wet his clothes. Gu Changlin looked at Zhong Mingwei, who was shaking so violently in front of him, and was really at a loss. He really felt sorry for Zhong Mingwei and Mei Ya. He felt even more guilty and blamed himself. He had been a doctor all his life and claimed that he could cure any disease with medicine, but he couldn't cure Zhong Mingwei...
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