Almost all the knowledge taught by Dr. Wu came in handy at this moment.
Take the pulse, examine the patient, select the medicine, and then apply the acupuncture.
After half an hour, Wen Zhiyun came out of the room carrying a small medicine box.
His face was a little ugly, and there was fatigue in his brows.
Jiang Sheng Changyan and Zheng Ruqian hugged him and asked nervously, "Fourth brother, are you okay?"
Wen Zhiyun shook his head and focused on the Wang brothers and sisters.
The tension shifted again. Wang Xiaosong's palms were soaked. He looked at Wen Zhiyun steadily, "Doctor, if you have anything to say, just say it. My mother has been lingering on the hospital bed for several years, so we have been mentally prepared for it."
Wang Xiaozhu covered his face again and choked.
But before Wen Zhiyun could speak, a soft call suddenly came from inside the room, "Xiaosong, Xiaozhu."
It's A Niang.
"Auntie!" Wang Xiaozhu screamed and ran straight into the house.
When she crossed the threshold, she accidentally tripped over the hem of her skirt. She got up on her hands and knees and went straight to the inner room.
"Xiaozhu, why have you lost weight these days? Did you not eat well?" A gentle voice asked, "Auntie will cook you something delicious later."
Wang Xiaozhu cried and nodded, "I want to eat the pancakes made by grandma."
There were sounds of rummaging in the house, and it seemed like someone was really making dough.
Wang Xiaosong's eyes were red outside.
Compared with Wang Xiaozhu's immatureness, he is more mature, and he also knows that A Niang has already run out of energy, how can she wake up again, let alone make pancakes.
"Doctor, what happened to my grandma?" He said in a trembling voice, "Is my grandma fine, or..."
A flashback?
Wen Zhiyun nodded heavily to confirm the answer.
No matter how good the medical skills are, people who have run out of oil and burnt out lamps cannot be saved. At most, they can only briefly return to the light, like the last tenderness of the Lord of Hell before he takes his life.
Wang Xiaosong's tears fell.
He thanked Wen Zhiyun, "I thought it was just a matter of these two days, but I didn't expect that I could have a good conversation with her. I just can't think of entertaining you guys anymore, so I hope you can forgive me."
After saying that, the boy rushed into the house and enjoyed the last tenderness with his mother.
Their family was poor and couldn't afford meat, so my grandma would make fragrant pancakes with noodles, fried in oil, crispy on the outside and soft on the inside, and seasoned with pepper powder and chives. Even if there were no vegetables, one person could eat two pancakes. Three.
Now, Aniang makes pancakes for them for the last time.
I was more willing to add oil than before, sprinkled two more handfuls of green onions, and made seven or eight pancakes per person.
"Grandma is leaving. Xiaosong and Xiaozhu will no longer be able to eat the pancakes made by Grandma." The woman smiled weakly, "If you eat more and gain weight this time, Grandma will feel relieved."
The eyes of the brother and sister were red, but neither of them dared to cry. They took a bite of the pancake and couldn't swallow it for a long time.
She glanced at the four children standing outside, "Xiao Zhu said, they want to ask about the recipe for sausage? I don't have the energy to do it, so I'll let you tell me."
"Meat, it's most delicious when it's three to three fat and seven to lean. Part of the meat paste is mixed with part of the grains, which gives it the best texture. Season with Sichuan pepper powder and pepper, add sugar to make it fresh, and add wine to remove the smell..."
Wang Xiaosong remembered them all word for word.
The woman who had been making pancakes just now felt her eyelids sore. She lay on the edge of the bed and gasped, "My mother is leaving. Xiaosong, take good care of your sister. If you want to live well, you must live a good life."
When the words fall, so does the hand.
Wang Xiaosong dropped the pancake and rushed over, causing Wang Xiaozhu to burst into earth-shattering cries.
They all know that at this moment, they no longer have a mother-in-law.
yard.
Jiang Sheng was at a loss. She had never had a mother-in-law, and she didn't know how painful it was to lose her mother-in-law.
But then she thought about it, it had only been two years since she met her brothers. If she lost them, she would be so painful that she couldn't breathe and couldn't straighten her back.
Then we can understand the Wang brothers and sisters.
"Should we not disturb them?" Jiang Sheng asked Zheng Ruqian.
Zheng Ruqian had never experienced it before, so he hesitated and said, "Probably."
I don’t have a mother anymore, how can I still ask for the recipe in a hurry?
Jiang Sheng turned around in despair and was about to leave.
Several unknown people suddenly broke in from outside. They were stunned when they saw the Jiang Sheng brothers and sisters, but then they rushed into the inner room menacingly.
The middle-aged man at the head said loudly, "Wang Xiaosong, your father is gone and your mother is dead. It's time for the old house belonging to the Wang family to be returned."
"Why?" Wang Xiaosong shouted with a cry, "This is my parents' house, my family's mansion, what does it have to do with you."
The man said contemptuously, "This is the house your grandfather gave to your parents. Now that your parents are gone and your grandfather is still here, what if it is taken back?"
It was clear that they were bullying a pair of orphans with no one to rely on.
The house was clearly bought by my parents for ten taels of silver. Because they were blood relatives, they only took their fingerprints and did not go to the Yamen to cross the street. Now it is good, the documents are torn up and become invalid, and the name on the land deed is still my grandfather.
The real little master can only be kicked out abruptly.
There was no time to even bury A Niang.
"Unfortunately, I came too late and let this woman die in the yard." Uncle Wang cursed.
Another person comforted him, "It doesn't matter. It has to be rebuilt anyway, and no one can live in such a dilapidated house."
Wang Xiaosong's eyes were red with hatred, and he went to the kitchen to hold the kitchen knife with all his strength.
Fortunately, Jiang Sheng appeared in time and stopped him.
Wang Xiaozhu murmured with red eyes, "Uncle was not like this before, why has he changed? Why?"
People are bullied because they are poor.
Because the truth is revealed in times of adversity.
The smiles when you are in the scenery are often fake, but the hands you stretch out when you are down are the most real.
Chang Yan, who had been silent all this time, stood in front of Wang Xiaosong at some point, raised his head and said, "Instead of desperately trying to get yourself involved, it is better to live well and surpass them in the future and trample them under your feet."
Better than him, stronger than him, mocking him for being weak, mocking him for being stupid.
Everyone has more or less hatred in their heart. If anger comes to the fore and is vented willfully, both sides will suffer.
It's better to develop well and one day stand in a position where he can't even see it when he raises his head, let him look at it from a distance, and let him be in awe.
In this way, we can live up to those hopes.
Wang Xiaosong let go of his hands, and the two kitchen knives fell to the ground with a clang.
Chang Yan knew that he had entered his heart and stopped talking.
Zheng Ruqian sighed, "Let's bury people first."
Several children worked together, digging from noon to afternoon, and finally buried Wang.
Wang Xiaosong made a wooden monument and kowtowed three times.
"Mom, I will take good care of my sister, and we will live well. Don't worry, you must rest assured."
He turned around and looked at Jiang Sheng again, "I've memorized the sausage recipe you asked for. I'll find a piece of paper to record it down later."
Jiang Sheng's eyes lit up.
