The sickly son died young? After the marriage exchange, I will bring prosperity to his entire clan f

Ling's mother didn't react immediately, "What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell somewhere?"

Du Mingxian swallowed her words, afraid that she would see Ling Silang, who was already dead. His health was too poor; how could he have endured the torment of the past few days?

Thinking that Du Mingxian was a woman after all and might be a little scared here, Ling's father reassured her, "It's alright, Dalang and I will go in first."

Ling's father and Ling Dalang left first, with Du Mingxian following closely behind. She wasn't afraid of the environment, but rather of Ling Silang's condition.

not good.

The cave was shallow and small.

There was a special pile of grass at the entrance of the cave, so it was impossible to tell from the outside. After a few days, the grass at the entrance of the cave dried up and a large gap was revealed.

Ling's father and Ling Dalang stepped forward and quickly parted the grass.

You don't need to go inside; you can see Ling Shilang's condition just by standing outside.

It's a very small hole.

After prying it open, they saw Ling Silang with his hands and feet bound, something stuffed in his mouth, his body hunched over, lying there with his eyes closed, it was unclear whether he was dead or alive.

However, his face was as white as paper, and he seemed to have no vitality at all.

"My son!" Ling's mother cried out, swaying as if about to collapse. Little Zhou hurriedly stepped forward to support her.

Ling's father strode forward and knelt down beside Ling Silang. His hands trembled as he checked Ling Silang's breath. After a moment, he excitedly shouted, "Big brother, quick, Silang is still breathing, he's still breathing!"

Just that short moment felt like an eternity to Du Mingxian.

She didn't dare to breathe loudly, afraid of hearing some bad news. She watched as her father stepped forward and probed the matter, but there was no sound in her ears.

It felt as if she was the only person left in the world; her breath and heartbeat were magnified infinitely, making her feel extremely heavy.

Suddenly, Ling's father's shout came, as if a crack had been made in her world, letting in sunlight, and everyone was overjoyed.

"He's alright, it's good that he's not dead, it's good that he's not dead."

Du Mingxian, drawing strength from who-knows-where, rushed forward and, without waiting for Ling's father to untie the ropes binding Ling Silang's hands and feet, cut them open with a dagger.

The rope left bluish-purple marks, and because it was tied so tightly, his hands were completely blue, clearly indicating that the blood was blocked.

"Go down the mountain, hurry down the mountain," Ling's father urged.

Ling Dalang carried Ling Silang on his back and walked very steadily, his steps were not slow at all, he even jogged down the mountain.

Du Mingxian took two steps, then turned her gaze to Zhang Er.

Zhang Er was so frightened that he led the person to the cave entrance, after which the person immediately fainted.

"Third brother."

Ling Sanlang was stopped. "What's wrong?"

"Third Brother, could you please find a few people to take Zhang Er back?"

Ling Sanlang didn't ask any more questions. He called over a few villagers he was on good terms with and they carried Zhang Er back home.

Four people, two holding hands and two holding ankles, didn't care whether Zhang Er was comfortable or not, they just wanted to do it this way.

When they reached the bottom of the mountain, someone suggested tying the rope that Du Mingxian had cut to Zhang Ershou's feet, inserting a stick in the middle, and carrying him down the mountain like a pig.

The villagers had previously sympathized with Zhang Er, but after seeing Ling Silang's condition, they were filled with nothing but hatred towards him.

After carrying him down the mountain, several young men from the village carried Zhang Er around the village several times. Some women were so angry that they threw clods of dirt at him.

The atmosphere at the Ling family home remained oppressive.

After Ling Silang was carried back, his father and the others immediately washed his body and gave him some water, but... he didn't drink any water at all.

Du Mingxian wasn't allowed to go inside and could only wait in the courtyard. When Ling's father and Ling Dalang came out of the house, both of them had very grim expressions.

"Mingxian, you can go in now." Du Mingxian hurriedly went inside.

Ling's mother gripped Ling's father's hand anxiously, "How is the baby?"

Ling's father looked heartbroken and said with difficulty, "The water... didn't get in."

"What?" After the initial shock, Ling's mother was left with only tears, tears streaming down her face like a burst dam. The pain in her heart made it difficult for her to breathe, and she eventually fainted.

The courtyard was in chaos again. Du Mingxian heard it from inside the house, but she didn't go out.

On the bed, Ling Silang's eyes were tightly closed, his lips were terribly chapped, his face was ashen, and he was barely breathing.

Du Mingxian reached out to test the breath; she needed to feel it carefully to detect it, otherwise she would think the person was not breathing.

She was alone in the room. She took out some water from her spatial storage and tried to feed it to him, but failed several times.

Finally, she drank the water into her own mouth, then lowered her head and tried to transfer it to him with her lips... It went into his mouth, but he didn't swallow it; not a drop went in. The water entered his mouth, but remained inside.

Would you like some?

"Would you like to have a little?"

Her voice was very soft, as if she were whispering, but her movements were decisive. She gently pinched his mouth, trying to get him to drink it, but it was no use.

As soon as she let go, water would slowly flow out of his mouth.

She was in a great hurry, extremely anxious. "Please, can you drink just a little bit?"

The person in bed couldn't give any response.

Helpless and anxious, she could only keep talking and trying, but in the end there was only one result.

He didn't respond to what I said.

He couldn't swallow the water they offered him.

"My husband, will you be good to me?"

Liu, who was holding a bowl of porridge at the door, heard the noise coming from inside. She raised her hand, then withdrew it, her eyes filled with sorrow, and did not go in to disturb them.

Little Zhou stood at the door of Ling's mother's house.

My mother-in-law is fine, she's just too anxious and hasn't had a good rest these past few days. Since she fainted, let her rest properly first.

Can……

But when she saw her third sister-in-law carrying porridge, about to knock on the door, but then lowering her hand, her eyes slowly reddened.

The atmosphere in the Ling family courtyard was particularly oppressive, making it hard to breathe.

After an unknown amount of time, someone called out, "Dr. Lin is here."

This sound was like heavenly music, breaking the deathly silence in the courtyard. Everyone who could move rushed out, looking at Doctor Lin with eagerness and pleading.

Ling Xiaomei and one of Dr. Lin's apprentices also returned with Dr. Lin.

"Where is he?" Dr. Lin asked.

"Here, the person is here." Little Liu quickly pushed the door open and invited Doctor Lin in.

Du Mingxian was lost in her own world until the door was pushed open. She turned her head and saw Dr. Lin. As if seeing a glimmer of hope, she hurriedly stood up. "He can't be fed anything. He can't swallow."

Seeing Du Mingxian's tear-streaked face, Dr. Lin said, "You go out first, let me take a look."

"I want to stay."

Dr. Lin didn't speak. After examining the patient, his tightly furrowed brows remained furrowed. "Light the fire, take the needle."

Dr. Lin's apprentice quickly made preparations.

Du Mingxian wanted to say something, but when Dr. Lin turned around and saw her like this, he couldn't bear it. "Alright, go out first. I will do my best to save her. You're just getting in the way by standing here."