Zhou Sanwa is a filial son.
He immediately took Chun Nuan to see his mother’s foot.
Aunt Zhou was lying in bed, hearing someone enter, she opened her mouth to ask.
"Is it Sanwa who’s back?"
"Mother, it’s me, I’m back."
"It’s good you’re back, it’s good you’re back." Aunt Zhou hurriedly reached out her hand: "Help mom up, let mom see you."
"Mother."
Zhou Sanwa rushed forward and lifted his old mother from the bed.
"Mother, Sanwa is good, quite good."
Aunt Zhou touched her son’s face.
"What’s good, what’s good, mom’s legs are bad, can’t get out of bed, but eyes aren’t blind, can see clearly, lost a lot of weight." Aunt Zhou said, "Your employer has no conscience, letting the child work and not feeding the child, right? Why have you lost so much weight every time you come back?"
Chun Nuan heard the old lady say this, she thought it might be that Zhou Sanwa and his companions often made mistakes and robbed less often.
They say mountain bandits live well, fat and well-fed, it’s rare to see a bandit like Zhou Sanwa so thin and haggard.
"Mother, the employer also has it hard, I’ve always had a good appetite, can eat but don’t gain weight, you know that." Zhou Sanwa lied without hesitation, afraid his mother would ask more, he quickly changed the topic: "Mother, I brought a doctor for you, to take a look at your foot."
"What doctor, ah, my foot is an old problem, can’t be cured." Aunt Zhou said, "It’s not easy for you to earn some money, don’t spend it wastefully on me, save it to marry a wife."
"Mother, a wife needs to be married, your illness also needs to be treated, I count on your leg getting better to help me take care of the children."
"Sanwa, it’s mom dragging you down."
"Mother, don’t think too much, the doctor is here, let them look at your leg, and if it gets better, it’s good."
Chun Nuan watched the mother-son relationship, felt more and more that sparing Zhao Minghua at the time was a wise choice.
Otherwise, this family would lose a filial son.
"Aunt, please extend your right hand, let me check your pulse."
"Who are you?"
Aunt Zhou looked at Chun Nuan: "You’re a girl?"
"Yes, Aunt, I’m also a doctor."
"A female doctor?"
Aunt Zhou showed skepticism; she had lived a long life but never seen a female doctor.
"Sanwa, where did you find this female doctor?"
Could it be a fraud?
Zhou Sanwa was stunned for a moment, he couldn’t possibly say they came to their door themselves.
"Aunt, we are from Shu City, buying medicinal herbs passing through here, your son saw we were doctors and specially asked for medical help."
"So that’s it, really thank you."
Shu City has female doctors; Aunt Zhou accepted this explanation, after all, Shu City is a big place, it’s said that the girls from Shu City are very capable.
Seems it’s really like this.
Even doctors can be female.
"Aunt, let me check your pulse."
"Okay."
This time Aunt Zhou no longer had objections, extending her right hand.
Chun Nuan checked the pulse, then asked Aunt Zhou to stick out her tongue, flip her eyelids.
"When did Aunt’s leg start hurting?"
"The earliest it started hurting was five years ago, then three years ago it gradually became unable to walk, last year I couldn’t get out of bed at all."
"How does it hurt?" Chun Nuan asked: "Is it like a stabbing pain, or a dull ache?"
"Both." Aunt Zhou felt now it was so painful that it was numb, sometimes she couldn’t even feel the pain.
"Let me see the leg."
From the ankle to the calf to the knee, every press seemed to leave a deep impression.
It’s swollen.
"Doctor, what illness does my mother have?"
Zhou Sanwa looked worried.
"At first, it hurt, and no doctor was sought?"
"Us rural people, small ailments we never thought of seeing a doctor." Aunt Zhou said, "When people get older, something always hurts somewhere, nobody pays it any mind, I was just unfortunate to hurt until I couldn’t get out of bed."
"If small ailments aren’t treated, they can become big ailments." Chun Nuan said, "If you’re sick you should see a doctor, small ailment, small treatment, big ailments are hard to treat."
"Seeing a doctor requires silver, if for small ailments we see a doctor, a year’s harvest wouldn’t be enough." Aunt Zhou said, "Farming families’ lives aren’t that precious, small ailments aren’t treated, for big ailments there’s no money, whenever King Yan calls, whenever we go, fate is cheap."
"That’s not quite right, for a small ailment just a tiny amount of money can solve big problems, most importantly without suffering."
Chun Nuan said this, but understood well in her heart, most farming families thought this way, deeply rooted ideas hard to change.
They often because of thrift drag small issues into big problems, often talking about whenever King Yan calls whenever they go, yet overlook that without King Yan’s calling they wouldn’t go having never felt pain.