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

Our son has always been sickly, and the doctor said he wouldn't live past twenty. We've always been prepared for that, but he's only nineteen this year, just nineteen!

If it's due to illness and there's no other way but to reach that point, she'll accept it.

But she was framed and tortured, and she felt resentful and unwilling to accept it.

"Mother, everyone should get some rest tonight. You haven't been getting enough rest lately. I'll talk to Doctor Lin and ask him to stay at our house for the time being."

"I will stay by your side tonight, my lord. We can talk about anything else tomorrow."

No one could sleep, but in the middle of the night, instead of sitting together worrying, it would be better to go back. In case Silang was saved and needed to go somewhere else or do something, everyone would be more alert.

Mr. Ling was heartbroken, but he remained relatively calm. "Alright, listen to Mingxian. Go back to sleep. We can talk about it tomorrow."

Before leaving, Ling Dalang and the others went inside to take a look at Ling Silang, and then went home.

Once Ling's father and mother entered Ling Silang's room, they didn't want to leave. Ling's mother said to Du Mingxian, "I want to stay and keep watch."

“Mother, my husband’s condition is relatively stable tonight. He might wake up tomorrow. Your health has been poor lately, and if you continue to stay up like this, he will be heartbroken to see you looking so haggard when he wakes up tomorrow.”

Mr. Ling gently tugged at Mrs. Ling's sleeve, "Let's go back to our room and get some sleep."

"Okay." Ling's mother didn't say anything more and could only leave with Ling's father.

Du Mingxian went out to take a look first. Granny Zhao had already prepared a room for Doctor Lin and his apprentice, and Ling Xiaomei had also made food for them. The two of them were eating at the moment.

"Dr. Lin, could you please come back in a little while? There are some things I'd like to discuss with you."

Dr. Lin nodded gently, "Okay, I'll go after I finish this."

Du Mingxian had no appetite at all, so she went straight back to her room to wait. She checked on Ling Silang and found that he was much better than when she had just carried him back from the mountains; at least he could swallow some water.

She held a small teacup filled with spiritual water that she had boiled and cooled in advance in her space. She fed it ten drops, but could only swallow one drop at a time, and she was extremely happy with that.

She reserved all her patience for this moment, carefully feeding Ling Silang water.

When Dr. Lin came in, he saw Du Mingxian feeding her water but didn't say anything. "How is his condition?"

"I would like to trouble you, Dr. Lin, to stay for the next couple of days. I will compensate you for all the economic losses your pharmacy has suffered, and I will also give you an extra thousand-year-old ginseng."

"Don't worry, even if you didn't say anything, I didn't plan to leave. I still have to stay here for the next couple of days, but..." Doctor Lin hesitated before saying, "His health condition wasn't good to begin with, and this time... so you need to be prepared."

"If things don't work out, it's best to prepare for the worst as soon as possible."

Du Mingxian's heart felt like it was being squeezed, a sharp, agonizing pain. "Is there even the slightest hope? Even if it's going to someone else, or needing some expensive medicine, as long as there's even the slightest hope, we're willing to try anything."

Dr. Lin shook his head. "His health was already poor. The only result of me staying here is... to prolong his life by a few more days. That's all I'm doing."

"Moreover... he will suffer greatly in the end, which is why I told you to prepare for his funeral as soon as possible."

Du Mingxian's eyes sharpened. "So you didn't even prescribe the medicine, just because of this?"

“I prescribed the medicine, which will prolong his life by a few days, but it will also cause him pain. You have to decide this. If you step aside, I will prescribe it.”

"Please open it, thank you."

Dr. Lin sighed inwardly, "Alright, I'll prescribe it. I'll have someone catch it and decoct it for you tomorrow morning."

"it is good."

After Dr. Lin left, Du Mingxian continued to feed Ling Silang water, drop by drop. With each drop he drank, she felt as if she saw hope.

After an unknown amount of time, Du Mingxian felt that Ling Silang's breathing was gradually becoming audible again, much better than before when she couldn't hear it at all. This was an improvement.

"You lie down first, I'll go in and urge them to give you two ginseng roots, as promised to Doctor Lin."

After she finished speaking, she entered the space. After she entered, Ling Silang's fingers on the bed twitched slightly, then returned to stillness, as if they had not moved at all.

Du Mingxian grabbed a piece of bread from the refrigerator and ate it while urging ginseng to eat outside.

Because she was restless, when she urged the plants to grow, she made all the ginseng plants in the space grow bigger and bigger. She only stopped when she had finished.

He murmured, "What can I do to give you more spiritual water?"

As long as there is spiritual water, Ling Silang will definitely be alright. Even if his body is a little weak, it doesn't matter. At least he's alive. As long as he's alive, he can slowly recover and he'll get better eventually.

I'm afraid... I won't even have a chance.

After finishing her work in the space, she went out to continue feeding Ling Silang. The more she fed him, the better he got. At first, he could drink one drop out of ten, but in the end, he could drink every single drop.

She seemed to see a glimmer of hope, and feeling incredibly sleepy, she simply lay down and fell asleep by the bedside.

She was awakened by a knock on the door in the morning. When she woke up, she saw that Ling Silang's face was still pale. She hurriedly reached out to check his breathing and found that it was much better. She could clearly feel him breathing out.

The knocking sounded again, and she hurriedly got up to open the door. When she opened it, she saw that Ling's mother looked haggard. "Is Si Lang awake?"

"Not yet." Du Mingxian stepped aside, and Ling's mother approached. Seeing that her son had not yet woken up and his face was still so pale, she felt extremely distressed.

"When I came over just now, Dr. Lin's apprentice called your older brother to go get the medicine."

"Yes, Dr. Lin said that taking the medicine could prolong his life by... days. If he didn't take the medicine, he would have to prepare for his death. I thought of a way, so I asked Dr. Lin to prescribe the medicine."

Ling's mother nodded, "Okay, I think the same way as you."

Du Mingxian forced a smile, her lips twitching slightly. "Thank you, Mother. Doctor Lin said that giving Silang the medicine might increase his pain."

"No...it's alright. Shiro values ​​you and knows it was your decision. He'll definitely be happy. Let's wait together and see if he can wake up."

"it is good."

The news that the doctor had told the Ling family to prepare for the funeral spread like wildfire throughout Dahe Village that morning.

After the meal, many people spontaneously came over with gifts to visit.

Some gifts consist of two eggs, while others include a homemade chicken leg; these are all considered substantial gifts.

Others had two steamed buns, a bowl of rice, and wild fruits picked from the mountains—nothing else. After everyone arrived, no one was so tactless as to ask to see Ling Silang.

In the courtyard, the man comforted Ling's father for a few words and then left, and the woman comforted Ling's mother for a few words and then left as well.

Du Mingxian stayed in the room the whole time, feeding Ling Silang spiritual water in an attempt to help him recover. She fed him a lot all morning, but there was no improvement at all.

This made her a little panicked. Could it be that even her spiritual water would be useless at the very end?