Instead of suffering like this, it’s better to treat it when it’s a minor illness.
Like Aunt Zhou, she’s not that old; if she gets well, she can live a more fulfilling life.
"Alas, my illness, it’s incurable. I’ve seen three doctors, and they all said it can’t be cured."
Aunt Zhou sighed again.
"It can be cured."
The three light words from Chun Nuan made the eyes of the Zhou family mother and son light up.
However, in an instant, Aunt Zhou’s eyes dimmed again.
"Let’s not spend that unnecessary money. This family is already poor enough. It’s not easy for Sanwa to earn some hard-earned money. I can’t be a burden to him anymore."
"Mother, as long as your leg can be cured, I don’t mind the burden." Zhou Sanwa said to Chun Nuan, "Doctor, please, cure my mother’s leg, I... I... I’ll kowtow to you."
As Zhou Sanwa spoke, he directly knelt down and kowtowed three times with loud thumps.
"Get up now, I can prescribe a medicine for you. You can follow the prescription to get the medicine, avoid what’s necessary, and after taking the medicine, you can stand up." Chun Nuan said, "But you can only walk, not lift heavy objects."
"As long as she can walk, it’s fine. As long as she can get out of bed, it’s fine. She doesn’t need to lift anything heavy." Zhou Sanwa was relieved, "I never thought of making my mother lift anything."
"I don’t wish to lift anything either. As long as I can walk around, cook for them, and wash clothes, I’ll be satisfied." Zhou Sanniang said, "I just wish that Sanwa can marry a wife early, so I can close my eyes in peace when I die."
"Mother, don’t say such discouraging words."
"Yes, Aunt Zhou, you’re still young. This illness can be cured, don’t give up on yourself."
Chun Nuan was quite shocked to hear that Aunt Zhou was only forty-three, the same age as her own mother. Although her mother had aged a bit in the past two years, she was still a beautiful middle-aged woman. But Aunt Zhou already had a forehead full of wrinkles, and her temples were graying.
If she hadn’t heard personally that she was forty-three, Chun Nuan would have thought she was at least fifty-three.
So, poverty and illness can really age a person by ten years.
"Doctor, my mother’s illness..."
"Aunt Zhou’s illness is due to insufficiency of vital energy in the body, loose skin pores, unguarded body surface, affected by pathogenic wind, cold, dampness, and heat, resulting in obstruction of the muscles, joints, and meridians in the knee, and poor circulation of qi and blood." Chun Nuan said, "I’ll prescribe some medicine and do acupuncture a few times. After taking the medicine and gradually recuperating, she can get out of bed and walk again."
"Thank you so much, Doctor, thank you so much."
At this moment, Zhou Sanwa felt extremely fortunate.
If he had really fought with his brothers and injured this girl, his mother would really have had to stay in bed forever.
Suddenly, he remembered the reason everyone inexplicably fell to the ground.
"Did you use knockout drugs?"
Chun Nuan looked at him, her eyes signaling whether he was sure he wanted to discuss this topic.
"I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I spoke out of turn."
Zhou Sanwa wished he could slap himself a few times.
"Sanwa, the doctor has come from afar, quickly cook a meal to host them."
Aunt Zhou was a very righteous person and immediately instructed her son, "We still have half a liter of rice at home, and there are two eggs in the rice jar, cook them all for our guests."
Chun Nuan understood that two eggs were already the highest hospitality this family could offer.
Chun Nuan wanted to find some pen, ink, paper, and inkstone to write the prescription.
But there wasn’t any in this family.
"We haven’t been to school and don’t have these things at home." Zhou Sanwa said, "But it’s okay, I’ll go to Scholar Tang’s house to borrow some right away."
"Alright."
Chun Nuan thought that in the future, she should carry pen, ink, paper, and inkstone when going out for convenience.
Zhou Sanwa went to Scholar Tang’s house to borrow stationery while Uncle Zhou returned.
"This young master, these are all horse feed. Besides, the grain store doesn’t have any rice left, only millet and some mixed grains. I didn’t know what you wanted to eat, so I bought a little of everything." Uncle Zhou was an honest man, "I spent less than a thousand coins, and the rest I return to you."
"Uncle, it was agreed to give it to you, so please accept it."
Zhao Minghua was a man of his word and didn’t take back the extra silver tael.
"This..."
"Uncle Zhou, we still have to bother you as we’re hungry."
"Okay, okay, this old man will go cook for you right away." Uncle Zhou was still a little embarrassed, "Since my wife got sick and couldn’t get out of bed, I only learned to cook, so it’s just decent cooking, don’t expect great taste."
"Alright, we’ll eat whatever you serve." Zhao Minghua was actually worried that Uncle Zhou might cook some half-cooked food, "Qingsheng, go and help."
"Yes, young master."
Qingsheng... luckily I learned a few tricks from my mother, otherwise, I wouldn’t know what to do now.