Re-embroidering life

Tang Hao acted quickly. Within a few days, the famous doctor Chen arrived in Yuquan Town in a horse-drawn carriage.

A mansion appeared in front of him. It was large, but amidst the vague exquisiteness and splendor, it was also bleak. The paint on the gate had peeled off, revealing the color inside. The flowers and trees in the garden were deserted, the pavilions were in disrepair, and a weasel scurried past the wall. The little medicine boy who followed him immediately understood that this was a wealthy family that had fallen on hard times, and he couldn't help but curl his lips.

The arrival of Dr. Chen caused quite a stir in the Ji family. Old Mrs. Ji had heard of Dr. Chen and knew that he would charge a high price, but she didn't say anything when she thought of her daughter-in-law's sallow complexion. Tan Meixue was different. She took the opportunity to complain: "Mom, my second sister-in-law and I have both given birth to three children, and neither of us asked Dr. Chen to come to our house to treat them. Isn't my third sister-in-law too squeamish?"

Old Madam Ji knew her eldest daughter-in-law very well and knew that she was used to gossiping. She frowned and said, "We have seen how hard the third daughter-in-law has worked over the years."

Ji Dalang's wife died young, leaving him childless. When he was over thirty, he married Tan Meixue, a full generation younger than him, so he was quite indulgent towards her. As the eldest daughter-in-law, with the support of her husband and three more sons, Tan Meixue was always arrogant at home, and even her mother-in-law could do nothing about her.

Tan Meixue blushed slightly and said in defense, "I am doing this for the sake of my third brother's wife. I am afraid that they don't know the price of famous doctor Chen and they will invite him rashly and make a fool of themselves."

What she really wanted to say was that everyone knew that the Third House was in a tight spot and that such a large sum of money would not be available, and in the end the old lady would have to pay out of her own pocket. The Third House had no children, and she had already regarded most of the remaining assets of the Ji family as belonging to the First House, which was equivalent to taking meat from the First House's bowl.

Although the old lady didn't like the third daughter-in-law, as a mother she always wanted her son's family to be well, not to mention that the third son was her favorite son. She saw that the eldest daughter-in-law was becoming more and more petty, and she was very disappointed. The old lady was very unhappy and said in a deep voice: "They will take care of the affairs of the third house, you don't need to worry about it."

Seeing that the old lady was so disrespectful to her, Tan Meixue's eyes flashed with gloom. She wanted to say something, but finally held it back.

In the courtyard of the third room, Doctor Chen was checking Shui Qinghua's pulse. He closed his eyes and thought for a moment, then slowly opened his eyes with a serious expression, and said to Ji Zimo: "Master Ji, please excuse me for a moment to talk."

"Madam, your health has been damaged by childbirth and long-term overwork. Your condition is complicated. If you don't actively treat it, I'm afraid..." Doctor Chen paused, as if he was choosing his words, "I'm afraid you won't be safe for ten years."

Ji Zimo was horrified. He thought Qinghua just failed to take care of herself, but he never expected it to be so serious.

"Doctor Chen, please cure her no matter what." Ji Zimo's voice was a little tense.

Doctor Chen nodded and said, "I will try my best, but this disease requires long-term treatment. It will take at least a year to be effective, and it will also require the use of many precious medicinal materials."

"I understand. Just prescribe whatever medicine is needed."

"One more thing. Childbirth is very damaging to women. Your Madam has already given birth three times. Even if she recovers, we should try to avoid giving birth again, otherwise it will make her illness worse."

Ji Zimo couldn't help but think of the day when Wei'er was born. Qinghua firmly told him that she would never have another child. If it wasn't for her health, Qinghua would never say that. At that time, he didn't realize the seriousness of the problem and didn't comment on Qinghua's words. Would Qinghua feel disappointed? In fact, he didn't attach much importance to his offspring. He had been familiar with history books since he was a child. How many kings, princes, generals and ministers were nothing but a handful of yellow earth after death. No one could live forever.

Doctor Chen quickly wrote down several prescriptions, explaining in detail the conditioning methods and precautions. Ji Zimo wrote them down one by one, not daring to be careless.

After paying the consultation fee and seeing off Doctor Chen, Ji Zimo returned to his room and looked at his wife lying on the bed, feeling uncomfortable. He remembered how his wife looked when she was first married, with a rosy face and bright eyes, like a lotus in clear water. When did she become the sallow, skinny one in front of him?

Since he was a child, his parents and elder brother told him that when a man reaches a certain age, he must marry and have children to carry on the family line. He followed his mother's arrangement and got married. After marriage, his life and mood did not change much from before. He just buried his head in reading and painting. The woman beside him was quietly busy and toiling all day long. She managed the third room in an orderly manner, took good care of him, and gave birth to three children. He really couldn't find any fault with her. But he didn't say how much love he had for her, as if he was committed to her until death as written in poems. In the seven years of living together, her existence accompanied the rising and setting of the sun and the moon, and had long been integrated into the daily porridge and meals, every stitch and thread. It seemed that as long as she was there, he felt at ease.

Moists welled up in his eyes. The ice is three feet thick and it didn't freeze overnight. His wife's health didn't deteriorate overnight. When she married him, she was so beautiful and lively.

Shui Qinghua felt that Ji Zimo had been standing at the door for a long time, so she turned around and looked at her husband's face. She had already expected the doctor's diagnosis, and her heart was unusually calm, but she didn't know what Ji Zimo was thinking. His heart was very deep, and she could never see through it.

Seeing her looking at him, Ji Zimo quickly calmed down and said with a faint smile: "The doctor said that you are a little weak after giving birth, but it's not a big deal. You just need to take good care of yourself for a year. The doctor has prescribed a prescription, you must follow the doctor's advice and take the medicine well."

Shui Qinghua nodded in agreement. Since it was a matter of life and death, she would not be careless at all.

Ji Zimo thought for a moment and said, "You need to recuperate and recuperate. There are only two maids at home. They are fine for doing odd jobs, but they cannot serve others. I will talk to mother and I will transfer a maid to you. Isn't your fifth sister still unmarried? You can call her over to chat with you."

Shui Qinghua was very surprised. She knew Ji Zimo too well. This man never cared about trivial household matters. He knew that Shui Qinghua would always take care of everything. This was the first time since they got married that he had put himself in her shoes and thought so carefully.

Shui Qinghua had a little doubt in her heart. It was only when she knew she was sick that Ji Zimo showed concern and tenderness. In her previous life, when she was dying, Ji Zimo did not show up, which made her die with regret. Why?

Ji Zimo kept his word. The next day, a pretty girl came to the third room to pay her respects. She was Qin Xin, the personal maid of Old Lady Ji. After the Ji family fell, the old lady only had two maids, Qin Xin and Qin Yun, by her side. During the first two confinement periods, the old lady also sent Qin Xin to help. Shui Qinghua was no stranger to her. With an extra helper, Shui Qinghua felt that her burden was much lighter. Someone was doing the cooking, boiling medicine, and taking care of the baby. She could finally relax and rest.