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

Jiang Youfu hid here and there in the yard, at a loss as to what to do.

Seeing this, Jiang Xunzhong rushed forward to dissuade them, but not only did he fail to calm the storm, he was caught in the crossfire and received several heavy punches.

In desperation, Jiang Xunzhong hurried back into the house, intending to wake up the sleeping Zhao to help resolve the dispute.

However, this awakening frightened him greatly.

It turned out that Zhao had fallen into a coma, and no one knew when she lost consciousness.

No matter how Jiang Xunzhong shouted or shook her, Zhao showed no reaction and her body was terribly hot.

At this moment, Jiang Xunzhong didn't care about the disputes between husband and wife. He carried Zhao on his back and rushed out anxiously, ready to find a way to save her.

Just as he stepped out of the courtyard gate, he suddenly stopped and an idea flashed in his mind - Su Yu owned a horse-drawn carriage, which was a means of transportation that was several times faster than an ox-drawn cart.

In such an emergency, the car might be their life-saving straw.

Just as her fingertips were about to touch the wooden door, inviting you in, Su Yu opened the door just right, holding in one hand a basket full of steamed buns that exuded a warm aroma. Their eyes then unexpectedly intertwined, and it seemed as if some subtle emotion was quietly spreading in the air.

When Su Yu saw Jiang Xunzhong appear at the door, he couldn't help but tremble slightly, a flash of surprise flashed in his eyes, and then he quickly regained his composure and asked in a slightly surprised tone: "What's wrong, is there anything?"

Jiang Xunzhong's face was full of anxiety and helplessness. His eyes swept over Zhao behind him from time to time, and his voice was full of pleading: "Your mother, she...she is sick and suddenly fainted. Can...can you borrow your carriage and take her to the town to see a curator?"

Su Yu's eyes gently passed over the weak Zhao on Jiang Xunzhong's shoulder, then turned his head, his deep eyes locked on the silent Jiang Ziling beside him, as if looking for a confirming answer: "Are you talking about your mother?"

Jiang Ziling shook his head, his tone calm and resolute: "I don't have a mother."

"I do not have either."

Su Yu stared at Jiang Xunzhong, every word she said revealed her unquestionable firmness, her rejection was silent but strong.

Jiang Xunzhong frowned even more when he heard this. He sighed and tried to impress the other party with his last effort: "This is a matter of life and death. Please have mercy and help me."

Su Yu looked at Jiang Ziling again, as if seeking a balanced decision: "Are you willing to help with this?" Her inquiry included consideration for Jiang Xunzhong's request and respect for Jiang Ziling's wishes.

"I don't want to."

Jiang Ziling's answer was concise and cold, like a gust of cold wind in winter, direct and thorough.

When Su Yu saw that his son shared the same stance as him, the determination in his heart became even stronger.

"In that case, I naturally won't agree."

There was a hint of smile in her words, revealing her white and neat teeth, and that smile contained a firmness that could not be negotiated.

Jiang Xunzhong understood this silent rejection, sighed, and finally did not argue any more. He turned around silently and slowly left with Zhao on his back.

This unexpected confrontation did not seem to leave any ripples in the hearts of the mother and son.

"I may chat with Mrs. He for a while and come back after dinner. You don't have to wait for me. Remember to take the medicine on time and coax Xier to sleep early."

Su Yu gave Jiang Ziling detailed instructions, his words full of delicate care.

Jiang Ziling responded briefly with "OK", with understanding and independence in his eyes.

Su Yu's trip was not only to repay a favor and bring freshly baked steamed buns to He Dasao, but also to continue exploring the mystery that He Dasao had inadvertently mentioned last time.

Tonight, she was determined to uncover the secret about He Dasao's husband, no matter what the truth was!

As the night deepened, Su Yu stepped into the courtyard of Xie Qifen's house and called softly, "Sister He, Sister He, are you there?"

Xie Qifen's voice came from inside the house, revealing surprise and eagerness: "Oh, here she comes!" Obviously, she was full of anticipation for Su Yu's late-night visit, secretly wondering whether there was any progress regarding her request.

The moment the door opened, Xie Qifen came up to her warmly, with hope in her eyes. "Sister, is there any good news? Have you found a solution to my problem?"

Su Yu gently shook the basket in her hand, which was filled with steamed buns she made herself. "I just made some steamed buns and thought of sending some to you to try."

When Xie Qifen heard this, although she felt a little disappointed, she quickly thanked him: "Thank you so much."

When she saw those snow-white and delicate steamed buns made of refined flour, she couldn't help but exclaimed: "Oh my, these are all made of refined grains? How can I accept so many of them?"

Su Yu smiled, with a hint of mystery in her eyes, "It's okay, everyone, have a taste of my cooking. By the way..." She looked around, and after confirming that no one was around, she quietly pulled Xie Qifen closer and whispered, "I added some knockout drugs to the biggest bun on top. Try to get him to eat it tonight. When he falls into a deep sleep, I'll quietly go in and take his pulse to see what the problem is."

Xie Qifen seemed a little hesitant when she heard this, "Is this... really okay?"

Seeing her wavering, Su Yu said bluntly: "He is so resistant to seeing a doctor and even had a conflict with you. If you don't use some special methods, I really can't think of a better solution."

After a brief thought, Xie Qifen finally nodded, "Okay, if it succeeds, I will definitely tell you, so you don't have to wait in vain."

"Okay, no matter what the result is, remember to come out and tell me, don't let me wait."

Su Yu's tone was full of thoughtfulness and concern. She knew that time was precious to both of them.

"Ah."

Xie Qifen nodded slightly, holding the warm steamed bun wrapped in a clean cloth tightly in her slender fingers, and walked briskly through the quiet alley at dusk, returning home.

The afterglow of the setting sun shines on her back, adding a touch of warmth to this ordinary scene.

As soon as the door was opened, the unique homely smell hit me in the face. The husband Meng Yuanyou was sitting at an old wooden table, flipping through a worn farming manual. Hearing the noise, he looked up and asked, "Who's looking for you so late?" There was a hint of confusion and concern in his eyes.

Xie Qifen smiled, and that smile was as warm and bright as a flower blooming in spring. She replied, "It's because I gave Ziling's wife some fresh vegetables grown at home a few days ago. She made some steamed buns specially today, so she sent some over to express her gratitude."

Her words were full of harmony and warmth among neighbors.

Xie Qifen carefully took the steamed buns out of the basket and asked tentatively: "Do you want to try..."