Zhang Youcai didn't want it at first, but after hearing what Tian Chengcheng said, he silently withdrew his hand.
"Thank you, Fubao. We will definitely work hard."
He is now more confident and believes that they will be able to live a good life.
"You're welcome, but whether Auntie has tuberculosis or not, nothing is more important than getting treatment. Take Auntie to the hospital for a checkup when you have time," Tian Chengcheng said. "Also, although tuberculosis isn't contagious, it does have some impact on the restaurant industry."
"Okay, I'll take my mother to the hospital tomorrow." Zhang Youcai said immediately.
His mother's health has always been a concern for him, especially in winter. His mother coughs all night long, which makes him feel uncomfortable. He has long wanted to take his mother to the hospital.
However, Zhang's mother refused immediately, "I don't need to go to the hospital. I can handle it. This is a childhood illness. It's not contagious. The neighbors all know about it."
After finally having some money, the four children finally see hope, but she can't spend all the money by herself.
That way, even if she recovered from her illness, she wouldn't feel at ease.
"Mom, go see a doctor first. Even if we don't have money in the future, we can still pay for rent, and we will have more and more money." Zhang Youcai advised.
Zhang's mother was firm. "I've been through this illness for decades. I'll be fine if I can just hold on for another year or two. Money comes first. You're not a child anymore. I'm the one who's holding you back. Fubao, my illness isn't contagious. If anyone finds it offensive, I'll just stay indoors and not let them see me."
Tian Chengcheng felt very distressed when she saw her stubborn look.
Poor people cannot afford medical treatment. Zhang's mother lives like this with her children and is reluctant to spend any money she has on herself.
This is the sorrow of the poor!
Having experienced the suffering of others, Tian Chengcheng gave up the idea of persuading them.
"Auntie, Brother Han has been reading books on Chinese medicine and practicing acupuncture techniques. If you'd like, let Brother Han take your pulse and see if you can take some Chinese medicine to slowly regulate your condition. You also said that this is a decades-old condition, so it's probably difficult to cure it completely. Let's try regulating your condition."
Mother Zhang was undecided and looked at her eldest son.
Zhang Youcai was also a little hesitant. Fu Xinhan was also a child of about ten years old. Could he cure the disease?
But thinking of her mother's resolute attitude of not seeing a doctor, she gritted her teeth and said, "Then I'll trouble Hanhan to help my mother."
Fu Xinhan was extremely reluctant and stood still.
His aloof temperament almost permeates his bones.
Even Runyu, his fellow brother, was basically ignored.
It can be said that Tian Chengcheng is the most unique existence in his heart, and only in front of Tian Chengcheng does he seem like a "normal" person.
Fu Xinhan acted as if he hadn't heard anything and still had no intention of taking action.
Zhang Youcai and his mother were a little embarrassed. Zhang Youcai was afraid of causing an argument, so he quickly said, "It's okay if Hanhan doesn't want to. I'll take my mother to a nearby Chinese medicine doctor later."
Tian Chengcheng could only walk up to Fu Xinhan and glared at him, "Why are you daydreaming? I asked you to help Auntie feel her pulse."
Fu Xinhan then said, "Go wash your hands first."
Mother Zhang was even more embarrassed, but she still quickly washed her hands. After hesitating for a few seconds, she used a little detergent and washed her arms and hands thoroughly.
Tian Chengcheng originally wanted to "beat up" the naughty kid. He was so ignorant. How could he make people so embarrassed?
However, when she saw how turbid the water in the basin was after Zhang's mother washed her hands, she gave up.
Well, washing is healthier.
When Fu Xinhan saw Zhang's mother's clean wrists, he reluctantly found a place to sit down and put his hand on hers.
As time passed, his brows were almost twisted into knots.
What kind of body is this? Is there anything good about it?
Zhang Youcai was very anxious when he saw this, and everyone was looking at him eagerly.
However, Fu Xinhan looked like a calm and composed old Chinese medicine practitioner, the only thing missing was a beard stroke.
Five full minutes passed before Fu Xinhan let go of her hand. He was still frowning in thought, not saying a word.
Zhang Youcai was so anxious that he couldn't hold it in any longer and asked, "Hanhan, how is my mother? Tell us about it."
"Auntie's health is very bad. How should I put it? She's like a rotten radish. It looks okay on the outside, but it's completely rotten on the inside." Fu Xinhan thought for a moment and said this.
These words were a fatal blow to the Zhang family.
Can a body that is like a rotten radish be cured?
Zhang Youcai's eyes instantly turned red, and his mother was also frightened, but at this time, her motherly temperament was revealed.
She mustered up the courage to ask, "Can my illness be cured? If it can be cured, then so be it. If not, then at least try to alleviate the pain. No matter who you are, there will always be a day like this. I'm open-minded about this. People come to this world to repay their debts. Once the debt is paid, everything is perfect, and that's a good thing."
Even though she has many reluctances to leave this world and even though she still has many concerns.
But Zhang's mother understood: poor people have no control over their own destiny!
If the disease is destined to be incurable, she doesn't want to drag down her four children before she passes away.
She owed her children enough.
"Hanhan, you must find a way to cure my mother's illness. I'm willing to pay any price." Zhang Youcai trembled and put the money he had just collected on the table. "I'll give it all to you. Please, you must find a way."
Fu Xinhan frowned. "I won't charge you any money. Your mother won't die for now. She's just too weak, not sick. I'll write you a prescription later. Take the list and go get some herbs. Then come back and boil some Chinese medicine. Drink a bowl each morning, noon, and night. And you need to keep up with your nutrition. Stew an old hen once a week. Try it for a month."
When Zhang's mother heard that she could only get one hen a week, tears started streaming down her face.
"Forget it, forget it. I'm really fine. This is fine. I've lived to this age, why would I waste those good things?"
She really couldn't bear to spend the money. She had lived for almost fifty years, and she had only seen an old hen in total. That was when her husband was still alive, and she ate it to nourish her body during her confinement.
Ever since the man left, not to mention the old hen, she has no food to eat.
Fu Xinhan's face was not looking good. He pushed the money in front of Zhang's mother and said, "You can't even use up this money for a year. Besides, look at your children. They are all pale and thin. They are obviously malnourished. If you stew an old hen, they can at least have some chicken soup."
Because of his own experience, he doesn't like parents who treat their children badly.
Zhang's mother kept crying.
Tian Chengcheng couldn't stand it anymore. This naughty kid did all the good things, but couldn't he be more tactful when speaking?
It's obvious that Zhang's mother is afraid of being poor, and even if she has money, she is reluctant to spend it on herself.
So she pulled Fu Xinhan behind her and smiled sweetly at Zhang's mother, "Aunt Zhang, Brother Han isn't very talkative, don't mind him. He doesn't mean any harm. He just wants you to feel better and hopes you'll recover soon. Only when you're healthy can everything be possible! You should be about the same age as Aunt Wang. Once you're well, you can definitely get a job. If nothing else, at least you'll be able to earn enough to eat a chicken every week."
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