The rural doctor is busy with farming, and her abstinent husband can't bear it

Su Yu finally made a decision, "You still have to ask your mother what she thinks. If she agrees, I will do my best to help you."

Daya silently wiped away the tears on her face, trying to avoid touching the scabbed wounds. She whispered, "Thank you, Second Aunt."

At this moment, a knock on the door interrupted the silence in the room, and the voice of the maid came from outside: "Doctor Su, hot water and food are ready."

Su Yu stood up and opened the door. The maids came in one after another, holding hot water and carefully prepared meals in their hands.

Su Yu used this gap to wash his hands, while Daya lowered her head, trying her best to hide her red eyes from crying.

The table was filled with delicious food and the maids bowed and left.

Just as they were about to leave, Su Yu suddenly said, "Please wait a moment."

The maids stopped nervously and asked Su Yu if he had any instructions.

Su Yu said calmly, "Prepare the pen, ink, paper and inkstone for me. I need to write a prescription for the master."

After the maids left, Su Yu pulled Daya to sit at the dining table: "Let's eat first."

Sitting face to face, Su Yu noticed that Daya's face was obviously rounder, and couldn't help but smile: "It seems that you are treated well here. You have gained weight."

Daya smiled sheepishly, hiding the sadness in her heart: "Except for not letting me go out casually, everything else is good. The meals are very rich every day. I eat too much and don't exercise much, so maybe that's why I'm fat."

"That's good. You look much healthier. You used to be so skinny that it made me feel bad. It was like you were malnourished for a long time."

Su Yu tried to use light-hearted topics to ease the heaviness in Daya's heart.

However, Daya's thoughts drifted back to the time when she was hungry, which made her heart even more miserable and made her more determined not to return to that disheartening home.

Seeing this, Su Yu put a few pieces of meat into Daya's bowl, and said in a doting tone: "Eat here, you don't have to spend money, eat more!"

This warmth and care seemed to have inadvertently planted a seed of hope in Daya's heart.

Daya's laughter was as clear as spring water, breaking the silence in the house. Her smile was filled with a bit of childish innocence, as well as her unspoken trust and love for Su Yu.

Beside the dining table, in addition to the delicious meals, a pot of fine wine stands quietly, and the rich aroma it exudes indicates its superior quality.

Su Yu's request was accurately captured by the store owner, who knew very well that this seemingly young but demanding customer should not be neglected.

After finishing her meal, Su Yu poured some wine from the pot and gently wiped it on the white cloth. The surgical knives that had been on the verge of death were reborn under this meticulous care. Every sharp blade light reflected her cherishment of surgical instruments, as if they were warriors who were about to step onto the battlefield again and needed to be taken care of in every possible way.

The servants came in and out quietly, picking up the leftovers, but one of them brought an extra gift - the four treasures of the study.

Su Yu held the pen and the tip of the pen jumped on the paper, as if every word was telling a story.

Although she has gradually mastered this ancient language through traveling through time and space, deep in her heart, her impatience with complicated writing still exists. Unless it is necessary, she always chooses to simplify.

However, in Mucheng, she knew that her uniqueness might bring unnecessary troubles. The pharmacists or doctors here might not be able to interpret the names of the medicines in her slightly unique handwriting based on their experience like Changfeng did.

Therefore, she had to write the prescription more neatly. Even though her handwriting was not very beautiful, it was clear enough for people to recognize.

As the maids quietly moved the plates away, the whole room seemed to become quiet. They stood by quietly, looking at Su Yu gently until the last stroke was made.

Although the operation on the mute grandmother was successful, the pain must have been unbearable after the anesthetic effect wore off. Therefore, this carefully prepared analgesic and anti-inflammatory prescription was undoubtedly a timely help.

Su Yu handed the prescription to the maid and carefully instructed her how to cook it. Then, they respectfully left the room, leaving her in peace.

Su Yu turned and looked at Daya, his eyes filled with complicated emotions.

"Are you really willing to be like them, living in the shadow of others every day?"

There was a hint of regret and confusion in her tone.

As for Daya, a trace of helplessness flashed in her eyes. As an ordinary woman without any special skills, her future seemed particularly narrow.

She sighed softly, "I have no other choice..."

In this world, she seemed to find no other way out except becoming a servant to others.

A barely perceptible sigh passed through Su Yu's heart.

In fact, there are thousands of paths in the world, but Daya’s vision has not yet reached them.

But on the road to growth, one must go through wind and rain before one can see the rainbow. Su Yu respects her decision and is just waiting for Xie Xinghua's reply.

Time flies, and the seventh day in Hibiscus Garden arrives quietly. The wound of the dumb old woman is almost healed, and the day of removing the stitches is just around the corner.

She began to make faint sounds from her throat, and although they were unclear, they were like the light of dawn, revealing the tenacity of life. Su Yu skillfully removed the stitches and then said goodbye softly, "Your recovery is gratifying. You only need to recuperate for another half a month and you will be able to speak again. However, since you haven't spoken for a long time, you still need to practice more."

Her words were warm and encouraging, and she continued, "There is no need to take the medicine anymore, and it is time for me to leave. As for Daya, according to our agreement, she will leave with me."

The dumb old woman's heart was filled with indescribable gratitude.

She felt the improvement in her physical condition, and the long-lost freedom to breathe almost made her cry.

Although she could not speak fluently yet, she firmly believed in Su Yu's sincerity and kindness deep in her heart without any doubt.

Seeing that the mute old woman had no objection, Su Yu took it as her consent, bowed and said goodbye, pulled Daya over, and was about to leave.

"Uh-huh……"

The mute old woman tried hard to speak, trying to stop it, and raised one hand with difficulty, as if she had an unexpressible request.

Immediately a waiter stood in front of Su Yu. Su Yu paused slightly, turned around with a confused look on his face, and guessed the mute old woman's intention in his heart.

Do you regret it?

Or do you have other ideas about that precious set of scalpels?

A hint of vigilance flashed across Su Yu's eyes. The mute old woman immediately understood and quickly shook her head. Then, she anxiously expressed something with gestures.

The translator at the side quickly explained, "Please don't misunderstand me. The mute old lady is just curious about what you applied to the wound on the girl's face and why it healed so quickly? Also, does that thing work on my old scars as well?"

She pointed to her neck, where a deep, hidden secret lay.

Su Yu's gaze fell on Daya. The originally hard-shell scar had now fallen off, and the remaining marks had faded to light pink. Daya's face was completely renewed and no longer shocking.