Siheyuan: This is really immoral

After a while, the sound of Wen Lian jogging at the door was heard.

Wen Lian's younger brother was more familiar with his sister's footsteps and opened the door in advance.

Wen Lian trotted into the house, sweating and panting. Even with a thick towel to cushion her, her fingers were burned red from holding the freshly boiled medicine.

"Medicine, the medicine is here."

Wen Lian put her hands on her hips and breathed in deep breaths, as if she had a stitch in the side from running so fast.

"Do you have those herbs? Where's the ginseng?"

"There are no fresh herbs, but I got some ginseng. Are those herbs important?" Wen Lian felt a little ashamed, but she was in a hurry to get back and she didn't have time to go to several pharmacies. She hated herself for not having more legs.

Lin Zhuang thought for a moment and said, "It's okay. Tomorrow is fine. I know where to get these medicines."

"I, I'll go to a few more places right away, I'm sure I can find them all!"

Lin Zhuang shook his head. "No hurry, come and help first."

"Cut three slices of ginseng, put them in a pot and add three bowls of cold water. When there are only two bowls of water left, put a towel in to soak it thoroughly. Don't throw away the ginseng."

Lin Zhuang disinfected both sides of the knife, the simplest way was to roast it over fire; at the same time he asked Wen Lian to slowly feed the Chinese medicine in. In order to prevent choking, he asked her brother to help Wen's father sit up a little bit.

After Mr. Wen finished drinking the Chinese medicine, we stuffed a towel soaked in ginseng water into his mouth. There are some rules for this method, the purpose is to prevent him from biting his tongue in pain.

Afterwards, Lin Zhuang began to remove the bad flesh and bruises on the legs bit by bit.

If you get a little closer, you can smell the strong stench of decay. Even if you are mentally prepared, you can't help but wrinkle your nose.

A silver light flashed, and Lin Zhuang carefully cut the knife one by one, not allowing his hands to shake even a little.

Wen's father's reaction was not as strong as Lin Zhuang had imagined, probably because Lin Zhuang's hands were so steady and his technique was so delicate.

When it came to clearing the blood clot, his body started twitching, but Lin Zhuang just asked the Wen siblings to hold down their father. He had to make sure that the blood clot was squeezed out completely, and he had to squeeze hard around the puncture site for bleeding.

After a long time, until a lot of dark red and black blood had collected in the basin, Lin Zhuang picked up the disinfectant, treated the wound and wrapped it with a bandage.

After taking out the silver needle, he said, "Take it to the clinic tomorrow for an injection to reduce inflammation."

Wen Lian was already crying, "What injection?"

"Anti-inflammatory injection. When you go to the hospital, the doctor will know. It can reduce inflammation and fight infection."

After Wen Lian took the notebook and wrote it down, she asked, "Is there anything else I should pay attention to?"

Lin Zhuang thought for a moment and said, "Your father will wake up around 11 o'clock at night. Just feed him some porridge and water. Remember not to feed him any meat or fish."

Wen Lian smiled bitterly.

There is no delicious food at home.

Lin Zhuang then realized that he had said the wrong thing. He touched his nose and chose to shut up.

After Lin Zhuang and Wen Lian carefully carried Wen's father back to the bed with changed sheets, Lin Zhuang looked at the bare house in silence.

Wen's mother, who was seriously ill next to him, coughed from time to time even when she was asleep. Her state of being in and out of consciousness made it impossible for her to control herself and wait until Wen's father's treatment was completed.

The illness is so serious that Lin Zhuang has some guesses about what it is.

He gently placed his hand on her wrist, but took it away silently not long after. This family... is so unfortunate.

Wen Lian was so nervous that she dared not breathe. She didn't know if it was an illusion, but she felt that Lin Zhuang's expression at that moment was even more solemn than when he faced his father.

She originally thought that Lin Zhuang had a way to deal with such a serious situation as her father's, and her mother also had a way from time to time, but now...

"My mother's illness is very serious, I know..."

Lin Zhuang nodded, said nothing more, and walked out on his own.

Wen Lian realized what Lin Zhuang meant and said to her brother, "Just stay in the house and take care of your parents. Don't run around."

The little kid nodded seriously, moved a small stool and sat next to it.

Wen Lian followed Lin Zhuang to the living room, and Lin Zhuang said, "The house needs more ventilation. It's not good to be stuffy inside."

"Okay, the neighbors said before that my mother couldn't ventilate the room all the time because she was coughing."

Lin Zhuang put the silver needle back into his bag and said jokingly, "These are all old ideas from many years ago. You're right to listen to me."

Wen Lian nodded obediently. She wanted to ask something but hesitated.

"Want to know how your dad is doing?"

Wen Lian shook her head and then nodded.

"Your father's life has been saved, but his legs won't be as flexible as before. Walking is no problem, but I'm afraid he won't be able to do physical work."

"Where's my mother?" Wen Lian couldn't help it after all. She went to the hospital for several checkups. They all said it was lung cancer, but how to treat it... They all said it was incurable. If it was removed, there was a high probability that she would die on the operating table.

Before answering, Lin Zhuang first looked at her condition. Seeing that she was still calm, he slowly said:

"Advanced stage of lung cancer..."

"Late stage?" I went to the hospital many times, and the most accurate answer I got was cancer, but they didn't say what stage it was. I asked with a tiny bit of hope:

"Can it be cured?"

Lin Zhuang smiled bitterly in his heart and said, "Let your mother try to be happier in the future."

Swish!

Wen Lian's face suddenly turned extremely pale. The fatigue of the day burst out at this moment. Her legs were shaky and she fell backwards.

Lin Zhuang immediately embraced her skinny body and helped her to the stool.

I soaked the ginseng slices I had boiled earlier in a cup of water and fed her some, but I didn't know what to advise her about.

"This is the remaining money for today." Wen Lian sat on the stool for a long time without saying anything. After a long while, she took out the money from her inner pocket and gave it to Lin Zhuang. Then she took out a piece of paper and said, "This is the IOU. I will pay it back slowly."

Lin Zhuang pushed the money back and said, "You will need to go to the hospital tomorrow and take Chinese medicine later. I will lend you this money, but you have to write it clearly on the IOU."

Lin Zhuang was protecting her dignity and trying not to give her the feeling of being given alms.

Forced by reality, Wen Lian finally accepted the money and rewrote a promissory note in duplicate, with the interest clearly stated.

After both of them signed, they even got something for their fingerprints from somewhere, making it very formal.

Lin Zhuang put the IOU away and said, "I will come back tomorrow after I finish collecting herbs. Please take good care of your parents."

Wen Lian stood up to see Lin Zhuang out, holding onto his clothes, and said, "Many of my father's friends are heading to the mountains, so we can ask them to help collect herbs."

"They don't recognize some of the medicines, so I feel more at ease if I go by myself."

That's the benefit of being a fisherman.

[Murderer: I know a perfect place to dump the body]

[Fisherman: I know a good fishing spot where there is absolutely no one]