Chapter 257: Eating rats alive and contracting plague

"I have no money, not a penny. Ask her for it."

Jiang's father took several steps back as if he was avoiding a snake or a scorpion. He actually still had some money on him, but he would never pay the rent for his daughter, as he didn't even have enough to spend on himself.

However, Jiang's father's idea of ​​staying in Shanghai immediately faded a lot. It seemed that his daughter's life was not very good and she couldn't even pay the rent. She was really useless.

Jiang Hanyan and Aunt Wang exchanged glances quickly, and then Aunt Wang said a few more sarcastic words and gave a final warning: "If you don't pay next month, I'll move your things and leave. I won't be polite!"

"Got it, I'll definitely pay it next month!"

Jiang Hanyan made promises and said a lot of nice things before leading Jiang's father and the others upstairs.

Jiang's father looked at the room critically. The more he looked, the more satisfied he was. He became more determined to stay. Although it was a rented house, he didn't have to pay for it. He was the father, and it was only natural for his daughter to respect him.

"I want to live in this room."

Father Jiang pointed to the master bedroom. It was the largest one with good lighting and a big bed. He was the father, so he must live in the most luxurious one.

"You guys stay in this room!"

Jiang Hanyan opened the guest room door with a cold tone. She was too lazy to indulge this man. If she didn't owe the karma to her original body, she would not care about this rubbish man who favored boys over girls.

"I am your father, you are an unfilial thing, making me live in such a small..."

Father Jiang's eyes widened, wanting to teach his unfilial daughter a lesson, but when Lu Chen's cold eyes glanced over, he immediately felt the bone-chilling coldness. He was so scared that he swallowed back the curse words that followed and reluctantly accepted the small room.

"The bed is too hard and too narrow, and my waist hurts when I sleep."

Father Jiang started to be picky and complained that the bed in the guest room was not good.

"The road outside is wide. Do you want to go to sleep?" Lu Chen pointed out the window and asked coldly.

Father Jiang was choked to death, angry and afraid, and said angrily: "No need."

With Lu Chen around, Jiang's father couldn't be arrogant. He still had a dark face and looked unhappy until dinner, but no one paid any attention to him.

Jiang's mother sat in a wheelchair, unable to lift her head. Jiang Hanyan made porridge for her, using a little spiritual spring water. After Jiang's mother drank a bowl of porridge, she looked more energetic.

Jiang Hanyan looked carefully at the thick stack of hospital examination forms and found that it was indeed strange and did not seem like typhoid fever.

Jiang's mother said that she had been suffering from malaria for half a month, with chills and fever, dizziness, nausea, and vomiting. She had no strength at all and could not eat. She felt nauseous when she saw food. Today was the day she ate the most.

"Am I going to die?" Jiang's mother asked weakly, tears streaming down her face.

She didn't want to die, and she had saved several thousand dollars in private savings that she hadn't spent yet.

"I can't die."

Jiang Hanyan glared at him unhappily. Although no disease could be found for the time being, the patient still had strong vitality and would not die for a while.

Jiang's mother immediately felt relieved and in better spirits. She had been worried about this and that these days and had not been able to sleep well. Tonight she could finally sleep well.

"Were you in good health half a month ago?" Jiang Hanyan asked.

"It's okay. I went to water the fields." Jiang's mother said confidently.

Jiang Hanyan suddenly had an idea and a treatment plan for the plague appeared in her mind. It turned out that Jiang's mother had the plague, a disease that had been eradicated for many years. No wonder Fucheng Hospital couldn't detect it.

Maybe because it is a very rare disease, the space took a while to react, resulting in a delayed reminder.

Knowing the cause of the disease, treatment would be easier, but Jiang Hanyan didn't understand why Jiang's mother got the plague?

"Did you catch a mouse?"

"No, I don't dare to catch mice."

Jiang's mother denied it flatly, but her expression was a little strange, as if she wanted to say something but hesitated.

"If you don't tell the truth, I can't cure you. Just wait for your funeral." Jiang Hanyan snorted coldly, deliberately trying to scare her.

Jiang's mother turned pale with fear and said quickly, "I ate the little mouse, so this should be okay, right?"

Jiang Hanyan frowned and said unhappily, "Why are you eating rats? Is there no meat at home?"

Jiang's mother stammered for a long time but still couldn't explain clearly. Jiang Hanyan asked impatiently, "Is the mouse cooked?"

"No, they said it would only be effective if eaten raw, so I only ate six, not more." Jiang's mother whispered.

Jiang Hanyan laughed in anger and cursed, "Six aren't enough? You ate them alive? Don't you know that mice are full of viruses? Are you full and have nothing better to do than to eat mice? Did the mice gnaw on your brain?"

What era is this? Are you still swallowing rats?

My family kills pigs, so we have meat to eat every day. Why would we eat mice?

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

"They... said it can cure back pain, it's quite effective. I... I washed it clean and soaked it in white wine for an hour before eating it." Jiang's mother defended herself in a low voice.

She washed each little mouse clean and soaked them in white wine. In fact, she didn't dare to eat them, as she was most afraid of mice. But her waist hurt so much and applying ointment didn't work, so she wanted to try this folk remedy.

She also heard people say that the reason she couldn't give birth to a son was because of her bad waist. If her waist was cured, maybe she could give birth to another son. With the belief of giving birth to a son, Jiang's mother closed her eyes and swallowed six little mice. Perhaps it was a psychological effect, but her waist didn't hurt that night.

After that, the back pain eased a little, but after a few days, she started to have shivering, vomiting and diarrhea, and her life was worse than death.

"Even if I soak you in white wine for an hour, you're still an idiot!"

Jiang Hanyan was out of control. She was so ignorant that it was ridiculous. She thought that eating a raw mouse could cure back pain. She had never heard of such a bizarre treatment in her entire life.

"Do you know what disease you have? It's the plague. You're lucky you haven't died yet!"

Jiang Han's smoke is bad. This is a highly contagious disease. Everyone that Jiang's mother has come into contact with must be disinfected.

However, Jiang's father was still full of energy and didn't seem to be infected. This might be related to the pills he was taking. She mixed a little Lingquan into the pills, which probably played a preventive role.

Jiang's mother's face turned pale with fear, and she asked in a trembling voice, "I... can I still be cured?"

"Heal it first!"

Jiang Hanyan didn't want to pay attention to her. In fact, she wouldn't die. Jiang's mother's symptoms were not too serious, but she had to scare this idiot so that she wouldn't do stupid things again in the future.

Jiang's mother's face was pale, her lips were white, and tears were streaming. What should she do with her private money? She didn't spend a penny.

If she had known earlier, she would have bought a gold bracelet and a pair of gold earrings to make herself beautiful. It is so unfair that she died now.

Jiang Hanyan didn't have time to pay attention to her. She took out medicinal herbs from the space to make soup, which could prevent the plague. She cooked a big pot of soup and asked Lu Chen to deliver it door to door, and everyone should drink a bowl.

"It can strengthen the body and prevent colds. Now is the peak season for flu in autumn. Drinking this soup can prevent you from getting the flu."

Jiang Hanyan said this to others, saying that the plague might scare people, but she did not lie. The herbs used to make the medicine soup were all grown in the space and mixed with spiritual spring water. People who drank the medicine soup would definitely not get the flu this winter.

She was well-known in the community, and everyone drank the medicine soup without any doubt.

We will continue tomorrow 　　 　 (end of this chapter)