Mrs. Sun looked embarrassed: “I’ve already had a few bites of it. If you want to eat it, I can get you a clean one…”

Yang Huazhong scowled, "What's wrong with this rice? I think it's very clean. I like eating what you've eaten."

The man spoke as he gulped down his food.

Sun Shi couldn't help but smile and cry, but Yang Hua's actions warmed her heart.

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Si Mei had taken a sip from the tea bowl, but Si Di wouldn't touch it even if his life depended on it.

Even loving couples like Chang Gen and Gui Hua would never drink tea from the same bowl.

But the third son didn't dislike himself at all like this. Mrs. Sun felt that she was fortunate to have cultivated her blessings in her past life.

"And after you finish eating, remember to drink some hot tea, or even some hot rice soup. You must drink it, to warm your stomach." Mrs. Sun instructed again.

Yang Huazhong nodded and gave Sun a serving of vegetables with his chopsticks: "It's rare that today our daughter Doer took Feng'er to school. The two of us can have a good, quiet meal at home. Come on, Qinger's mother, eat your vegetables, eat more!"

At night, Yang Ruqing told Luo Bao several stories in one breath before finally lulling the little girl to sleep.

She got up and went to the washroom, preparing to splash some water on her face and return to bed. Unexpectedly, she heard the voices of Tuoba Xian and Sun Shi outside the door.

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What are your mother and mother-in-law doing here so late at night?

Yang Ruoqing's heart tightened, and she quickly opened the door and came to the courtyard.

　　Under the moonlight, Mrs. Sun's face was pale. Seeing Yang Ruoqing open the door, she staggered forward and grabbed Yang Ruoqing's hand tightly: "Ruoqing, your father, your father is vomiting and has diarrhea, his vision is black, he can't even stand up! What should we do? Woooooo..."

Upon hearing this, Yang Ruqing was also taken aback.

"When I saw him coming back from work in the field in the evening, he was fine. How could he just pass away after a nap? Did he eat something bad?" Yang Ruqing asked hurriedly.

Sun shook her head: "He said he wasn't very hungry at night. The four of us cooked noodles and ate them. After eating, we went to bed and slept until halfway through when he suddenly said his stomach hurt, ran to the bathroom twice, and vomited everywhere."

"Later, his eyes turned black and he couldn't get up. I gave him a few sips of sugar water, but he spit it all out in no time. He couldn't stand at all. I told Duoer to stay by his side and watch over him, and hurried to find you. What should we do now...?"

Sun shi said while crying, she was so anxious that she stomped her feet.

For many years, Yang Ruqing hadn't seen anyone like Mrs. Sun.

The last time I saw her was fourteen years ago, on the 27th day of the twelfth lunar month when she first crossed over.

Yang Huazhong was taken away by the government officials. At that time, Sun shi also fainted directly at home...

"Mother, don't panic. My father probably just caught a chill and has an upset stomach. His dark eyes are most likely due to dehydration. You hurry home and get some salt water for my father to drink. I'll go to the south end of the village to call for Doctor Fu!"

Yang Ruqing quickly soothed Mrs. Sun, and went back to her room to put on her coat and change her shoes.

Wearing just a loose robe and slippers, he ran clumsily.

Tuoba Xian anxiously said, "What can I do? Give me something to do too!"

Yang Ruqing turned to Tuoba Xian and said, "Baby can't be here without someone. Mother, come to my room and keep her company while she sleeps. That way, she won't be afraid if she wakes up in the middle of the night and can't find me."

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Tuoba Xian nodded and quickly followed Yang Ruohua into the room.

Both Mr. Fu and his son came to diagnose Yang Huazhong together.

Duo'er, having received instructions from Yang Ruqing beforehand, returned to the room with Feng'er. In front of the bed, Yang Ruqing supported Mrs. Sun while standing behind Fu Bo and his son, holding her breath in anticipation.

Mrs. Sun trembled uncontrollably, so Yang Ruqing tightly held her hand to comfort her.

After the father and son, Fu Bo, were diagnosed, Yang Ruqing and Sun rushed over.

"Uncle Fu, how is my father?" asked Yang Ruoheng.

The Sun family was so trembling that they couldn't speak, and even if they wanted to ask, they couldn't.

Fu Bo said, “The wind-cold entered the body and has been pressing down, accumulating strength without erupting. Today, was there some inducement that caused weakness, leading to the cold air suddenly attacking and causing vomiting and diarrhea?”

Suddenly, Sun realized, "At noon, I had a bowl of cold rice!"

Fu Bo suddenly realized, "That's it."

“At this time of year, the heat hasn't fully arrived, and the chill hasn't completely dissipated. It truly won't be summer until after the Dragon Boat Festival. We still need to take good care of ourselves. Fortunately, Lao San has always been healthy. If it were someone else with a frail body, they would have long since given up!”

Fu Bo's words made Sun Shi regret her actions.

"It's all my fault, it's all my fault! If I had just held on for a little longer back then, and insisted on getting that bowl of cold rice, Qing'er's father wouldn't have suffered like this…"

“Mother, don’t say that. This has nothing to do with you. It's because of the weather.” Yang Ruqing quickly advised.

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"Besides, it's urgent! All this self-blame is useless. First, let me get medicine for my father and make him drink it. The most important thing is to help my father recover quickly!" Yang Ruqing added.

Uncle Fu also said: "Qing'er's mother, don't worry too much. The third son just caught a cold and hurt his spleen and stomach. Just take the two prescriptions I will give you first, and there won't be any major problems!"

Hearing Fu Bo's words, Sun Shi's emotions improved slightly.

"Where's the medicine? I'm going to make some soup..." Sun shi looked up, her eyes bloodshot and red.

"Mother, you just stay here and keep father company. I'll take care of the medicine."

Yang Ruqing said, and then took the Fu's father and son to the front courtyard hall.

Following Fu Bo's instructions, Yang Ruqing boiled the medicine. This was for internal use, and there was also some for external application.

An ointment was applied externally, inserted into Yang Huazhong's navel and secured with a strip of cloth around his waist to prevent it from falling out.

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Yang Ruqing sniffed the pill and smelled the aroma of mugwort and patchouli.

She handed the pills to Mrs. Sun and asked her to apply them to Yang Huazhong first, then she went to the backyard to get the medicine from the stove.

During that time, Xia Duo didn't feel at ease and followed along too. Her eyes were bloodshot, clearly she hadn't slept either, and she kept crying.

"Sister, will Father be alright? I closed my eyes just now and imagined Father's appearance then, he stood up and fell down immediately. Mother and I couldn't even hold him..." Duo'er asked in a hoarse voice, her eyes filled with worry and fear.

Yang Ruqing raised her hand and rubbed Xiao Duo's head: "Don't worry, our father has taken medicine, he will gradually get better. However, for this period of time, he has to rest in bed. Cold rice and cold tea are absolutely not allowed."

If my memory serves me right, there was a character in a novel who, after the spring chill subsided slightly, drank a bowl of cold tea which moved him deeply. This profound stir ultimately led to his demise.

In ancient times, medical treatment was backward, and traditional Chinese medicine focused on a slow and gradual process.

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Unlike modern times, where you can just hook up a saline solution and pop some antibiotics. As long as it's not terminal, they can pull you back.

In ancient times, one truly had to be careful and cautious, otherwise, the consequences were unimaginable.

“Over the next few days, your mother and I will both be taking care of your father. Your task, Duo’er, is to look after Feng’er well. At this critical juncture, don't let anything happen to him.” Yang Ruqing instructed Little Duo.

Little Duo nodded, "Sister, don't worry, I'll go back to the room to accompany Feng'er."

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