When they saw An Wan, who was emaciated and as lifeless as a withered tree, the three of them were startled.
Ugly, so ugly.
Not pretty at all, not cute at all.
She's so different from the cute little sister they imagined.
Lu Jingxing was the first to leave Yunping's bedroom; he was afraid that if he looked at her any longer, he would feel uncomfortable.
Lu Chunhe and Lu Jingming also quickly came out, and the three brothers looked at Yunping with solemn expressions.
"This child is so hungry, could there be something wrong with him? Like a serious physical illness or a mental illness."
Lu Chunhe didn't think much of it and asked directly.
Yunping shook her head, "I can't tell yet."
In fact, she only spent one day with An Wan. The rest of the time An Wan was unconscious and asleep, so she couldn't tell An Wan's physical condition. A few days ago, when she went to town to see a doctor, An Wan was not given a detailed physical examination.
"Mom, even if this child doesn't have any serious illness, she's starving now, and her stomach is all messed up. She'll have a huge appetite and eat a lot of food but won't gain any weight. Do we have the means to raise her?"
Lu Jingming has always been straightforward and outspoken.
He was not as mature, steady, shrewd, or cunning as his elder brother, Lu Jingxing.
Seeing that his third brother had already said everything he wanted to say, Lu Jingxing didn't say anything more.
Yunping thought for a moment and said, "Don't worry, Mom will work hard to earn money to support Wanwan."
After saying that, her eyes reddened and glistened with tears.
She genuinely loved Anwan, so no matter how difficult life was, she would keep the child.
If one day she really can't support her anymore, she will definitely find An Wan a better family.
"ah--"
Just as Lu Chunhe and Lu Jingming were trying to comfort Yunping, a painful scream came from the dimly lit house.
"Mom! It hurts so much—"
"That's Jia Yan's voice! He's having an attack!" Yun Ping exclaimed, pushing Lu Chunhe aside and reflexively rushing into the dimly lit room.
"Fourth Brother has had another attack, let's go help him quickly." Lu Jingxing reacted quickly and was the second to rush into the small room.
Lu Chunhe and Lu Jingming were stunned for a moment, then quickly ran inside.
Three years ago, after his fourth younger brother, Lu Jiayan, had a high fever, he contracted a strange disease. The muscles in his legs gradually atrophied. At first, he would only feel pain for an hour every few days, but later he would feel pain for a while every day. Eventually, he lost the ability to walk and could only lie in bed every day.
"Jiayan, hang in there! Mom will get you some medicine."
Seeing him lying on the bed, covered in sweat and convulsing in pain, Yunping's hands trembled as she wanted to go over and hug and comfort him.
But considering how much pain he was in, only painkillers could help him.
She rushed to the table next to her, found a white bottle, removed the cap, and poured five or six white pills into her palm.
"Ouch, that hurts!"
Lu Jiayan, lying on the ground, was convulsing due to the pain in his legs, and the blue and red veins on his forehead were showing, looking as if they were about to pierce his skin.
"Mom! I don't want to eat, just let me die!" He didn't want to be tormented by the disease anymore. He would rather die than live like this every day, feeling like he was neither human nor ghost.
What's the point of just surviving?
It also burdened his family.
Only if he dies can this family continue.
When the three Lu brothers came in and saw Lu Jiayan's pained expression, their hearts felt like they had been pierced by needles a thousand times.
They held his upper body down and had Yunping feed him painkillers.
But he gritted his teeth, turned his head back and forth, and refused to take the medicine, eventually spilling it all.
"Let me die! Mom, I beg you, it hurts so much. I don't want to live anymore, let me die."
Lu Jiayan's eyes were bloodshot, and his sickly pale face had a rare blush from struggling and shouting.
"Jiayan, take your medicine! It will stop hurting once you take it, sweetie, take it now!"
Yunping's body trembled uncontrollably as she lay on the bed searching for pills, tears falling drop by drop onto the bed.
Why is her fourth son so unlucky?
She would rather suffer the torment of the disease in his place.
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