Yangliu Village
Old Man Xia went to the mountain to pick some herbs, boiled them into water and fed it to Xia Yu, but it only reduced the fever for a few hours. After a few days, it was still the same, and the condition did not improve at all.
Because of repeated fevers, Xia Yu lost a lot of water in his body, his lips became dry and flaky, and he could only drink some porridge every day to survive.
If this continues, Xia Yu will die.
Grandma Xia still had some affection for her eldest grandson, and finally proposed to take Xia Yu to the town to see a doctor, but was rejected by her two sons.
"It's very expensive to go to the town to see a doctor. How can our family afford it?" said Xia Dinghai.
Xia Dingfeng also said: "That's right, what should we do if there is famine again next year?"
"That's right. His mother and sister don't care, so why should we? He said he was taking his blind mother to see a doctor, but I think there is a high probability that he ran away." Yang said. She had another plan in mind: the second branch had no children, and if Xia Yu really died of illness, then the Xia family business would be passed on to her two sons.
Because of this, Xia Dingfeng, who had always protected Xia Qianqian, was determined to ignore Xia Yu this time.
Grandma Xia had no choice but to ask her second daughter-in-law: "Song, tell me."
"The daily expenses for food for this large family are not small. And it's winter now, so there's not much business at the tile kiln. I don't know what the situation will be like next year." Although Song's words seemed to be euphemistic, she had actually made her attitude clear.
The whole family was against it, so Grandma Xia kept silent. Old Man Xia smoked for a while and said, "Let's wait and see for two more days!"
Xia Yu lay sickly in bed, delirious with fever. When he heard the conversation between his grandparents, uncles and aunts, he felt sad. No one paid for his medical treatment. Was he going to die
The cold wind blew past the window. Xia Yu lay alone on the bed, staring at the narrow strip of sky outside the window, feeling desperate and helpless.
Big sister, where are you? Please save me...
"Your eldest sisters will not come to save you. They have already left Yangliu Village and will never come back." Xia Zhenzhen, the youngest daughter of the second wife, ran in and said viciously to Xia Yu.
Xia Zhenzhen is nine years old this year. Influenced by her mother and sister, she has always hated Xia Yu. Now that she sees that he is dying of illness, she is very happy.
"No..." Xia Yu shook his head with great effort. Mother and elder sister would not abandon him, they just didn't know he was sick, "Third sister... I don't want to die... Please ask second aunt to save me..."
"I don't want to! You are the person I hate the most!" Xia Zhenzhen took two steps back and looked at Xia Yu with disgust. "Just die quickly. If you die, you won't have to eat my food anymore."
Xia Yu cried in grievance. He didn't eat much and was hungry every day. His consciousness became more and more confused, and he gradually fell into darkness.
Is he really going to die
"Die now, you little brat!" Xia Zhenzhen raised her lips in satisfaction and was about to leave. When she turned around, she was slapped in the face and fell to the ground.
Snapped!
A loud sound startled Xia Yu, who had just lost consciousness, back to his senses. Then, he heard his eldest sister's angry voice: "If you dare to curse my brother, I will beat you to death!"
"Sister..." Xia Yu moved his lips hard, but could only make a faint mumbling sound.
Xia Qianqian rushed back to Yangliu Village day and night. The first thing she did was to go to the old Xia's house to pick up Xia Yu. However, she was furious when she heard Xia Zhenzhen's vicious curse. Even a slap in the face did not satisfy her.
Xia Zhenzhen cried in grievance: "Mom, my elder sister hit me!"
(End of this chapter)