After Transmigration, I Picked Up A Husband and Daughter-Chapter 94 - Hiding Illness and Abstaining from

Chapter 94: Chapter 94: Hiding Illness and Abstaining from Medical Help

Chapter 94: Chapter 94: Hiding Illness and Abstaining from Medical Help

Her voice was as fine as a thread, filled with anticipation yet fearful of revealing the tiny bit of selfishness in her heart.

Meng Yuanyou glanced at the steamed bun unintentionally, its snowy-white skin glowing enticingly, looking especially tempting under the dim yellow light, but he casually said, “I had my fill at dinner, how could I eat any more? Better to leave it for breakfast tomorrow.”

After he spoke, he buried his head back into his book, completely oblivious to the disappointment that flashed across Xie Qifen’s face.

Facing rejection, Xie Qifen’s brows furrowed slightly, and her anxiety was clear to see: “This is made from fine flour, it’s so rare, why don’t you just try one!”

There was a hint of urgency in her tone, as if she wanted to share this unexpected joy.

Meng Yuanyou looked up, locking eyes with Xie Qifen, and catching a glimpse of his wife’s unease, his tone involuntarily became stern, “What does it matter if it’s fine flour? Did you not hear me say I can’t eat it, or what? You just have to force me to eat. Such a precious thing, why didn’t you send some to your parents first?”

His words exuded an unquestionable sense of family discipline.

Seeing the situation deviate from the warm atmosphere she had anticipated, Xie Qifen felt extremely anxious, and Meng Yuanyou’s sudden reproach left her heart with mixed feelings.

A sense of grievance and dissatisfaction surged in her, and in a fit of impulse, she placed the biggest steamed bun on the table with a thump, relenting neither in voice nor spirit: “You’re just someone who can’t enjoy blessings, what’s the use of talking so much with you!”

Having said that, she picked up her basket and hurried to her in-law’s room, her complaints about Meng Yuanyou bubbling up like a spring.

All the way, she murmured to herself, “You’re not capable of anything, can’t even give me a child, and adamantly refuse to see a doctor. I must have been cursed to have married someone like you.”

Her pace quickened, as if trying to vent all her dissatisfaction through her swift steps.

“And you’re always bossing me around, who do you think you are!”

She nearly spat out these words through gritted teeth.

Meng Yuanyou stared blankly at the white steamed bun on the table, its snowy exterior glowing softly under the dim yellow light, and he couldn’t help swallowing the saliva that had accumulated from his longing.

In this village, where resources were scarce, daily meals mostly consisted of watery porridge with salted vegetables—there was seldom talk of truly being satiated.

He wasn’t actually full, it was just that deep-rooted thriftiness within him always thinking to save a bit more, even if it was just one steamed bun, hoping it could be put to greater use in the future days.

However, the aroma wafting from the white flour steamed buns was too tempting; taking one bun from the basket and tasting it shouldn’t be too harmful, right?

This thought grew wildly in his mind like weeds.

Eventually, he succumbed to the temptation, picked up the steamed bun, and took a big bite.

After tasting it, the soft and sweet flavor completely conquered his taste buds, one after another, until the whole steamed bun was gone, and a sense of satisfaction emerged spontaneously.

Sitting back at the table, he poured himself a cup of tea that was slightly bitter but quenching, and let out a contented burp, his face displaying a rare sense of relaxation and pleasure.

At this time, Xie Qifen, having finished delivering the steamed buns, returned home. She planned to report back to Su Yu immediately after putting down the basket, but unexpectedly found Meng Yuanyou had fallen into a deep sleep on the table, with all the steamed buns gone without a trace, leaving only a few crumbs as evidence of the “crime” just committed.

She laughed to herself, but couldn’t help spitting out a sentence, “What a pretender, when he’s clearly such a glutton…”

Though it was a rebuke, her tone was full of indulgence and understanding for her husband.

Then, she quietly stepped out the door, quickened her pace, filled with urgency, she needed to share this great news with Su Yu as soon as possible, so that this simple joy could continue.

In the night, her figure gradually receded, leaving only a trail of cheerful footsteps echoing in the tranquil alleyway.

“It’s done, come in quickly.”

Xie Qifen lowered her voice, which carried a mix of nervousness and anticipation, as she gently pulled the partly ajar door open.

Su Yu moved lightly, quickly crossing the moonlit courtyard, following Xie Qifen’s footsteps into the warm and dim light inside.

Within the house, the furnishing was simple yet exuded the warmth of a home, the aroma of dinner seemed to still linger in the air.

“Older sister, he’s sleeping deeply now, we can only rely on your description to understand his condition.”

Su Yu’s voice was gentle and carried an indisputable firmness, her eyes revealing the doctor’s sharpness and care.

At her words, Xie Qifen’s face flashed with an indescribable awkwardness and hesitation, her mouth muttering hesitantly, as if searching for the right words to start.

How should she broach the subject? She pondered over and over in her mind, frowning tightly, clearly troubled.

Su Yu saw Xie Qifen’s difficulty, her expression became serious, and her tone turned stern and decisive, “You must tell me the truth in detail, only then, combined with my diagnosis from feeling his pulse, can we make an accurate judgment. If the condition is unclear, it is unlikely that his health will completely improve.”

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Her words landed with authority, her gaze exuding a professionalism and authority that tightened Xie Qifen’s already anxious heart, bringing forth a sense of reverence.

Facing Su Yu’s persistence, Xie Qifen finally let go of her concerns and poured out all the symptoms she had observed.

As a doctor, Su Yu’s professionalism dictated her demeanor, even though the topic was private, she still maintained calm and respect without showing any extra emotional fluctuation.

Afterwards, Su Yu closed her eyes, her fingers gently resting on Meng Yuanyou’s wrist, starting a careful examination of his pulse.

The pulse was weak and feeble, beating slowly, like a flame flickering uncertainly in the wind.

She carefully turned Meng Yuanyou’s head to one side, and at that moment, Su Yu noticed a faint purple hue beneath his eyelids and around his lips, a clear indication of his illness.

Combining the previous description by Xie Qifen and the current results from the pulse diagnosis, Su Yu had a rough judgment in her mind.

Su Yu’s explanation was clear and direct, not avoiding any details.

“I’ll write a prescription for you now, take it to Jishi Hall in the town to get the medicine, remember, cook it down from three bowls to one, take it three times a day, one prescription can last three days. But, it’s important to persist for seventy days for a complete cure. You’ll need to prepare enough money, that’s just one thing, most critically, he himself has to be willing to cooperate with the treatment, you can’t just make him drowsy every day and forcibly administer the medicine.”

Xie Qifen’s eyes were filled with urgency and hope, “Can it really be cured?” she blurted out as Su Yu nodded gently, a confident light shining in her eyes: “Of course, not only that, I will also teach you a set of massage techniques,