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

Her voice was thin and thin, full of expectation but also fear that the little selfishness deep in her heart would be discovered.

Meng Yuanyou glanced at the steamed buns casually. The white skin was shiny and looked particularly tempting under the dim light, but he just said casually, "I had a full dinner, how can I eat more? Why not save it for breakfast tomorrow morning?"

After saying this, he buried his head back in the book in his hand, completely unaware of the disappointment that flashed across Xie Qifen's face.

Being rejected, Xie Qifen frowned slightly, her anxiety evident in her words: "This is made of refined flour, it's so rare, what's wrong with you just trying one!"

There was a hint of eagerness in her tone, as if she wanted to share this sudden happiness.

Meng Yuanyou raised his head and his eyes met Xie Qifen's. He caught the strangeness of his wife and spoke harshly, "So what if it's refined flour? I said I couldn't eat it, but you couldn't hear me or something? You forced me to eat it. Why don't you send some of this precious thing to your parents first?"

There was an unmistakable sense of family motto in his words.

Seeing that the situation deviated from the expected warmth, Xie Qifen was extremely anxious, and Meng Yuanyou's sudden reproach made her feel mixed emotions.

A feeling of grievance and dissatisfaction surged in her heart. Impulsively, she put the biggest steamed bun heavily on the table and kept complaining: "What a guy who can't enjoy happiness. Why do I have to say so much to you!"

After she finished speaking, she picked up the basket and hurried towards her parents-in-law's room, with complaints against Meng Yuanyou surging in her heart like a spring.

Along the way, she kept muttering, "You are so incompetent that you can't even give me a child, and you refuse to see a doctor. I am so unlucky to marry someone like you."

Her pace became faster and faster, as if she wanted to vent all her dissatisfaction through her fast pace.

"You keep yelling at me all day long. Who do you think you are?"

These words were almost uttered with gritted teeth.

Meng Yuanyou stared blankly at the white flour buns on the table. The snow-white appearance glowed softly under the dim light. He couldn't help but move his throat slightly and swallowed the saliva caused by desire.

In this village with scarce supplies, daily meals are mostly porridge with pickles, so there is no such thing as eating enough in the true sense.

It's not that he wasn't really hungry, but the frugality hidden deep in his heart made him always think about saving a little more, even if it was just a steamed bun, hoping that it would be of greater use in the future.

However, the aroma of the white flour buns was so tempting that it should be harmless to take one from the basket and try it.

This thought grew like a weed in his mind.

Finally, he succumbed to temptation, picked up the bun and took a big bite.

After one taste, the soft and sweet taste completely conquered his taste buds. He ate one after another until the whole bun was gone, and a sense of satisfaction arose spontaneously.

Sitting back at the table, he poured himself a cup of tea that was slightly bitter but thirst-quenching, burped contentedly, a long-lost sense of relaxation and joy showing on his face.

At this time, Xie Qifen returned home after delivering the steamed buns. She wanted to go to Su Yu to report immediately after putting down the basket, but she unexpectedly found that Meng Yuanyou had fallen asleep on the table. The steamed buns on the table had disappeared, leaving only a few steamed bun crumbs, proving his "crime" just now.

She laughed secretly in her heart, but couldn't help but spit: "What a pretentious guy, he's so greedy..."

Although it was a rebuke, her tone was full of love and understanding for her husband.

Then, she tiptoed out of the door, quickening her pace, her heart filled with impatience. She wanted to tell Su Yu the good news as soon as possible so that this simple happiness could continue.

In the night, her figure gradually faded away, leaving only a series of brisk footsteps echoing in the quiet alley.

"Okay, come in."

Xie Qifen lowered her voice, with a hint of nervousness and anticipation in her words, and gently opened the half-closed door.

Su Yu walked lightly and quickly through the moonlit courtyard, following Xie Qifen's footsteps and stepping into the warm and dim light.

Inside the house, the furnishings are simple but reveal the warmth of home, and the air seems to be filled with the lingering fragrance of dinner.

"Sister, he is sleeping soundly now. We can only rely on your description to understand his condition."

Su Yu's voice was gentle yet carried a hint of unquestionable firmness, and her eyes revealed a doctor's sensitivity and care.

When Xie Qifen heard this, an indescribable embarrassment and hesitation flashed across her face, and she mumbled, as if she was looking for the right words to start talking.

How should she start talking about this? She pondered over it over and over again, frowning, looking extremely embarrassed.

Su Yu saw Xie Qifen's difficulty, his face straightened, and his tone became serious and firm: "You must tell me the truth in detail. Only in this way, combined with the results of my pulse diagnosis, can I make an accurate diagnosis. If the condition is unclear, it will be difficult for his health to fully recover."

Her words were powerful and her eyes revealed unquestionable professionalism and authority, which made Xie Qifen, who was already nervous, feel even more nervous and awe-inspiring.

Faced with Su Yu's insistence, Xie Qifen finally put aside her worries and poured out all the symptoms she had observed.

As a doctor, Su Yu has professional qualities. Although the topic involves private matters, she still remains calm and respectful and does not show any additional emotional fluctuations.

Then, Su Yu closed his eyes, placed his fingers lightly on Meng Yuanyou's wrist, and began to carefully check his pulse.

The pulse was weak and feeble, and beat slowly, like a candle flame blown by the wind, swaying unsteadily.

She carefully tilted Meng Yuanyou's head to one side. At this time, Su Yu noticed that there was a faint bluish purple color under his eyelids and around his lips, which was an obvious sign of illness.

Combining what Xie Qifen said before and the pulse diagnosis results at this moment, Su Yu already had a rough judgment in his mind.

Su Yu's explanation was clear and direct, without any reservations.

"I'll write you a prescription right now. You can take it to the Jishiguan in town to get the medicine. Remember, boil three bowls of water into one bowl, and take it three times a day. One dose of medicine can be used for three days. However, it is important to take it for seventy days so that the disease can be cured. You need to prepare enough money, which is only one of the reasons. The most important thing is that he himself must be willing to cooperate with the treatment. You can't make him drowsy and force-feed him medicine every day."

Xie Qifen's eyes were full of anxiety and hope. "Can it really be cured?" She almost blurted out. Su Yu nodded gently, with a gleam of confidence in his eyes: "Of course, not only that, I will also teach you a set of massage methods.