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

Su Yu hurriedly explained, with a hint of apology and sincerity in her tone: "I'm sorry, I accidentally lost the clothes you lent me before, so I bought a new one as compensation. I thought we have similar body shapes, so it should fit well."

Her words revealed her attentiveness and respect for her sister-in-law.

Upon hearing this, Xie Xinghua quickly declined: "Oh, how can this be? My clothes are full of patches, how can they compare with yours." Although what she said was true and her clothes had indeed been patched many times, in Su Yu's opinion, it was Xie Xinghua's most treasured possession.

Su Yu was filled with gratitude for this, so she insisted on using new clothes as compensation. She felt that this was the most natural thing to do.

In her eyes, this small gift is not just a change of clothes, but also a transmission of warmth and understanding between neighbors.

"I've changed my clothes one by one, so how can I compare them? When I first came here, I didn't even have any clean clothes to change into. You helped me out, and now my clothes have been lost. I bought new clothes to give to you. It's just a way of repaying your kindness. It's what I should do. Sister-in-law, please don't refuse it again and again."

Su Yu's words were soft and delicate, but they left a subtle sense of distance in Xie Xinghua's ears.

She knew very well that she could not refuse this gift today, because Su Yu was a person who never wanted to owe anyone a favor.

Once upon a time, she was worried about angering Zhao, so she took the initiative to keep a distance from Su Yu. Perhaps, unintentionally, this reservation had quietly hurt Su Yu's sensitive and tough heart.

Xie Xinghua silently took the clothes, with a barely perceptible touch of emotion in her eyes.

Su Yu seemed to be able to see through her unspoken needs. He took out a small bottle of ointment from his arms, his eyes full of concern: "I see that you and the children have some scratches on your body. Use this ointment to heal faster."

"Thank you, Yu'er."

Xie Xinghua took the ointment with both hands, her gratitude was beyond words.

This ointment was indeed something she urgently needed.

She could endure her own pain, but once she saw the children frowning and crying because of pain, the tenderness of motherhood would make her feel like needles piercing her heart.

Su Yu did not stay for long, as he was thinking about Jiang Ziling's technique in making shoes.

She turned around and was about to leave, but the noise in Fang Qin's room continued. The noise seemed to penetrate the thin wall and was only a line away from Zhao's room.

Zhao began to suffer from a high fever since early morning, and became more and more convinced that she must have encountered something ominous last night.

The fear of last night coupled with her extreme physical discomfort made her uneasy and depressed.

I wanted to recover my strength by resting, but the neighboring house seemed to never be at peace.

The door panels were banging loudly, accompanied by bursts of quarrels. Even for Aunt Zhou, it became a luxury to have a peaceful rest for a while.

She might be able to tolerate daily trivialities, but her grandson's crying was like the rapid beats of a drum, beating against her heart again and again, forcing her to support her weak body and stagger out.

The scene before her made Aunt Zhou furious. Youfu's door was smashed into pieces. She thought it was because Su Yu knocked too loudly, but she never expected to see such a chaotic scene.

Two people were struggling in the room, and the child on the bed was crying heartbreakingly, and every cry was heartbreaking.

"What are you doing! Can't you just let people have some peace and quiet?"

Aunt Zhou's angry shout seemed to drain the last bit of strength from her body. Sparks danced before her eyes, her body swayed, and she fell to the ground powerlessly.

Jiang Xunzhong hurriedly extended his hand to help, but accidentally touched Aunt Zhou's wound, causing her to cry out in pain: "Ouch, you are going to hurt me to death!"

Jiang Xunzhong quickly let go of her hand when he saw this. He looked at the painful look on Aunt Zhou's face and felt worried. He suggested, "Why don't we go to the clinic in town? Maybe there's a better way there."

"Why are you staring at me? I've encountered something indescribable. Do you think this small clinic can solve it?"

Aunt Zhou's voice was sharp, and her brows were full of unquestionable severity as she sternly refuted Jiang Xunzhong.

Upon hearing this, Jiang Xunzhong suddenly became silent, with worries and doubts intertwined in his heart, but he dared not say another word.

Aunt Zhou frowned, her face pale from the discomfort surging in her body, as if a thousand-pound weight was pressing on her chest. She urgently needed to find someone who could dispel all the ominous energy to help her.

She pondered for a moment, and finally uttered a series of instructions: "You, quickly go and invite Si Niang to come and help me see what is going on."

Jiang Xunzhong responded quickly and carefully helped Aunt Zhou up. The two of them hurried out of the house and their figures quickly disappeared in the winding alley.

Aunt Zhou firmly believed that what happened last night was extraordinary. Although everything seemed normal to others, the chill and uneasiness emanating from deep in her bones was something she could not ignore.

And Si Niang is almost a mythical existence in this small village. No matter which family has a headache or some unspeakable trouble, they will think of her first to solve it.

Si Niang's craftsmanship has never failed, so the villagers have the utmost trust in her.

After returning home, Aunt Zhou barely supported herself and sat down. In her ears was the heart-piercing cry of Da Zhuang. Every cry was like a needle piercing her nerves. Her headache became more and more severe, almost devouring her sanity.

"Are you a piece of wood as a mother? The child is crying so miserably and you don't even know how to comfort him!"

Her eyes were sharp as torches, directed at Fang Qin, who was looking anxious beside her, and her tone was full of reproach.

Fang Qin felt mixed emotions and felt aggrieved but had no way to defend herself.

Faced with the accusations from my mother-in-law, I swallowed the words back. After all, the child's crying was like needles piercing my heart, and I couldn't afford to hesitate even a little.

In desperation, she had to tell Aunt Zhou the whole story, speaking quickly and pleadingly: "Mother, you have to think of a way. Da Zhuang is so young, how can he starve for three days in a row?"

Upon hearing this, Aunt Zhou's brows knitted into knots, and her tone was full of disappointment and anger: "You always do things in this way, and you make me worry!"

Her own body was already overwhelmed, and the constant stream of chores at home made it difficult for her to find peace.

Even if he was extremely dissatisfied, he could not be careless about his grandson's affairs.

Aunt Zhou sighed and said, "You are not the only breastfeeding mother in this village. Why don't you go to your neighbors and ask if you can give some milk to Dazhuang for emergency use? He will be fine after these three days."

Fang Qin looked embarrassed. After all, the friendship between neighbors was shallow, and it was not easy to ask for help.

"What are you still standing there for? Go!"

Seeing this, Aunt Zhou urged, her tone firm and firm that could not be refused.

The situation was urgent, so Fang Qin had no choice but to bite the bullet, carry the crying Da Zhuang on her back, and slowly walk out of the yard.