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

Thinking of the first two times she stepped into Xie Xinghua's cottage and saw Jiang Wangshan lying there quietly, she began to feel puzzled. It was just that he was unable to move, so how could he seem to have completely lost his vitality?

Jiang Ziling's eyes flashed with gloom. "Brother's condition is far more serious than I imagined. Apart from a brain that can still think, his body is almost out of control, his mouth and eyes are crooked, and even speaking has become a luxury. Perhaps because of this state, he is discouraged and unwilling to go out. Even if I occasionally visit and talk to him, he is mostly indifferent. Most of the time, he is immersed in his own world and sleeps."

"Oh, that's what happened."

Su Yu responded gently, but her eyes were flashing with deep thought. In her heart, she was carefully considering the predicament Jiang Wangshan was facing - it seemed to be caused by a spinal injury.

This was no small matter. Spinal problems were always complicated, and even with her medical skills, it was difficult to immediately say whether it could be cured with absolute certainty.

Therefore, she was reluctant to make promises easily, knowing that once the words were spoken, it would be like planting the seeds of hope. If they could not be realized in the end, it would not only bring disappointment to the patient's family, but also leave indescribable guilt and self-blame in her heart.

Jiang Ziling noticed the worry between Su Yu's eyebrows and asked with concern: "What are you thinking about? It seems like there are a lot of things on your mind."

"Hey, it's no big deal."

Su Yu said lightly, trying to change the subject: "I just remembered that I borrowed Xie Xinghua's clothes before, but accidentally lost them in Ning County. I bought a new set and planned to deliver it to her in person. You should rest well in bed, and take good care of Xier, and don't let her run around."

Speaking of clothes, Jiang Ziling suddenly remembered that his and his daughter's old clothes were nowhere to be found in the chaos around them. Before Su Yu left, he hurriedly asked, "Ah Yu, have you seen where Xi'er and I's old clothes are?"

Su Yu rolled his eyes helplessly when he heard this, and joked in a relaxed tone: "The fierce woman of the Zhou family ruthlessly tore up even the bedding. Naturally, she would not show mercy to those old clothes that had been worn for several years and were almost torn into pieces. They were treated as waste cloth a long time ago."

"threw?"

Jiang Ziling showed a look of heartache, as if those clothes carried the memories of his and his daughter's past.

Su Yu caught his subtle change of mood, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. He continued to tease: "Why, do you still want to worship these rags as treasures?"

Jiang Ziling suddenly felt a little embarrassed: "How can that be possible?"

A trace of embarrassment appeared on his face. "I just thought that although the clothes are torn, they can be cut and made into shoes. Anyway, I am not able to move around easily now, so I might as well do nothing."

"Stop it!"

Su Yu raised his hand to stop him, his eyes full of seriousness: "Those fabrics are already old and worn out, and they feel rough to the touch, let alone being made into shoes for people to walk on. How can we expect them to be strong and durable!"

After careful consideration, Jiang Ziling had to admit that Su Yu's words did make some sense.

"But..."

Su Yu looked at Jiang Ziling carefully, and suddenly changed the subject: "You have a point. Since you have some free time and you have a good skill in shoemaking, why not use it. I have a lot of new fabrics, so there is no need to use those broken ones."

"Then please make a pair for me and my daughter. I'm also curious about how different they will look when worn, hehe!"

As Jiang Ziling finished speaking, his cheeks flushed slightly and his speech sounded a little clumsy.

Su Yu's suggestion made Jiang Ziling feel shy. He stammered and agreed, "Okay...Okay, then find me some cloth and scissors first."

This conversation invisibly brought the two people closer together and added a bit of warmth and anticipation to their ordinary days.

In the fabric market, several pieces of cloth purchased by Su Yuxin shone with a soft luster in the sun, with excellent texture, revealing the owner's recent affluent lifestyle.

Among them, she carefully selected a piece of dark blue cloth as deep as the night sky. The color was bright yet steady, which coincided with Jiang Ziling's temperament.

She happily handed the piece of cloth, which was made with exquisite care, to Jiang Ziling, imagining that a pair of shoes made from it would definitely show an extraordinary style.

Then, Su Yu handed a pair of sharp silver scissors to Jiang Ziling, with a hint of concern in his eyes, and asked softly: "Is there anything else you need to prepare?"

Jiang Ziling smiled slightly, shook his head, and replied gently: "Not for the time being, go and deliver clothes to my sister-in-law first."

Upon hearing this, Su Yu nodded slightly and responded simply with "OK". Then he walked out the door briskly, holding the neatly folded clothes.

As soon as I stepped into the courtyard, I could faintly hear the noise from my neighbor Fang Qin's house. Without a door to cover the view, the scene over there seemed to be displayed before my eyes without reservation.

Fang Qin's sharp and piercing voice pierced the air, filled with anger: "You idiot, how dare you call me a fool?" Obviously, she had spent a lot of money on Su Yu, and when she returned home she had to endure the provocation of a "fool". The anger in her heart was hard to contain.

Fang Qin kept swinging her fists at the man called Jiang Youfu, but Jiang Youfu did not fight back. He just let out a faint groan under the continuous blows, and repeatedly muttered: "Fang Qin... is... an idiot..." Although the voice was weak, it echoed in the empty room, carrying a hint of unwillingness and helplessness.

"You ungrateful fellow, I'll teach you a lesson..."

Fang Qin's anger was like a volcanic eruption, deafening. The commotion even made the child Dazhuang next to them burst into tears. Although Fang Qin was extremely anxious, she did not dare to breastfeed the child because once she started, it would be even more difficult to calm him down.

For a moment, the room was filled with cries and curses, like a symphony without score; it was extremely chaotic.

When Su Yu heard this scene, a cold smile appeared on his lips.

The chaos that has just begun is just a prelude to more troubles in the future. The real "good show" is yet to come.

She secretly hoped that the family could restrain themselves and not cause trouble for her without reason. Only if everyone could live in peace could they have a moment of tranquility in life.

With this thought in mind, Su Yu ran straight to Xie Xinghua's door, raised his hand gently, and knocked on the wooden door: "Sister-in-law, it's me, Su Yu, I'm here to return the clothes you lent me before."

This time, Xie Xinghua pulled the bolt almost immediately.

Su Yu did not step into the room, but just gently handed over the new clothes in his hand. The clothes were brand new and exquisitely designed, with bright colors and delicate patterns, completely different from Xie Xinghua's old clothes.

Xie Xinghua looked confused as she looked at the clothes in her hands, muttering, "This is..." These obviously did not belong to her. Both the style and quality were far superior to her patched-up old items.