Chapter 7: Stop bashing her, okay?

Zhulan motioned her two sons to look after her husband, and she followed the doctor out. She sat in front of the chair and watched the doctor write the prescription. Then she thought of herself. This body must have been damaged too badly from the consecutive births, otherwise she would not have come through. After the doctor finished writing the prescription, she said, "Doctor, please help me too. I feel weak all over, my waist hurts, I sweat profusely, and I have no strength at all."

Zhulan did not lie. She felt it when she woke up in the morning. Otherwise, according to her memory, she had the strength to support her husband without her son's help.

The doctor stroked his beard and said, "Put your hand over here."

Zhulan became even more nervous, fearing that something might happen to her body. She had just decided to accept her identity, but if she failed, it would be a huge loss.

The doctor loosened his hand and said, "Your health is too bad and you've overworked. Fortunately, your foundation is good. But you need to slowly recuperate and replenish your vitality. However, the recuperation period is not short and the price is not cheap. Madam, do you want to get the prescription?"

Zhulan looked at the gray cloth clothes on her body. They were the clothes she wore to work at home. She was in a hurry to go out without changing into better clothes. She certainly didn't look like someone who could afford it. In ancient times, few families in the countryside were willing to spend money on health care, especially for the elderly.

But Zhulan thought about the original owner's memory and felt confident, "You can open it. I can handle it."

The doctor was surprised, but didn't ask any more questions. He wrote a prescription for three days and said, "Come back in three days and I'll take your pulse again."

"Okay, thank you, doctor."

Fortunately, Zhulan brought enough money. Her husband's medicine was cheap, less than a hundred coins for three days. Her medicine was expensive, one ounce for three days. No wonder the doctor confirmed again and again that this was only the amount for three days, less than ten ounces for a month. She was trembling with fear.

It was almost noon, so Zhulan asked her eldest brother to buy some meat buns. When she saw the meat stall, she touched her skinny arms and looked at her husband's lean appearance. She got off the car and bought four pounds of fat meat and two large bones, spending forty-two cents.

The trip cost me 120 cents and 160 cents for the car fare to Li Zheng's family.

Zhulan felt a little emotional. Whether in modern times or in ancient times, seeing a doctor costs money.

When she got home, her husband hadn't woken up yet. Zhulan felt bad for the money and wasn't very happy. Her face turned paler from the bumpy ride. Just as she reached the doorstep of her home, she heard in the village that Zhou Shuren was dying.

Zhulan took out a clay pot and prepared to boil medicine. As for the meat, she had already given it to her eldest daughter-in-law. Nowadays, she only does takeout and restaurant business. She only knows how to cook simple things and she can't do complicated things, let alone boil pork fat.

A total of twelve meat buns were bought, each costing two cents. Zhulan ate one, left two for the two in the school, and one for the young lady who was going out again. The rest were shared by the eldest and second sons. There were eight buns, four for each family.

Zhulan had just finished cleaning the pottery pot to boil the medicine, and the second daughter-in-law was holding the buns, trembling a lot, "Mom, this is for you to eat."

Zhulan, "......."

She was depressed. She could scare Zhao just by distributing the buns.

Li, who was cutting pork, rolled her eyes and said, "Mom, the eldest kids haven't eaten enough!"

Zhulan glanced at the eldest daughter-in-law. This eldest daughter-in-law, originally, really liked spicy food, but she was also very cunning. She glared at Zhao and said to him in a bad tone, "Just eat it if I give it to you. Don't bother me. Get out now."

Zhao's eyes were red, and she sobbed, "Mom, you are so kind."

Zhulan, "......."

Really, please stop crying and stop bashing her, okay?