Forty-four
Xia Bingzhang's family in Xiajiacun.
"Go and see, you haven't eaten a bite of rice for three days, and your face is yellow and yellow. What kind of disease do you have!" Xia Po said to Xia Bingzhang fearfully.
"Who told you to torture her like this, good people will also torture and get sick." Xia Bingzhang blamed Xia Po.
"How do you old man say this, is this torture? It's not about saving your dead son?" Xia Po argued.
When Xia Bingzhang came to the Ganoderma lucidum room, he saw his son's spirit card on the table, burning candles, and incense. Ganoderma lucidum was lying on the bed under the quilt, coughing from time to time.
"Ganoderma, how is your body?" Xia Bingzhang asked.
"Dad," Ganoderma lucidum turned his face and said uncomfortably, "I don't know what plague I have, my right abdomen is painful, and I have no appetite. It may be a few days away."
"Why is your face so yellow?" Xia Bingzhang asked in surprise.
"I don't know either." Lingzhi replied.
"If you can't eat, do you have some porridge?" Xia Bingzhang asked with concern.
"No, I feel sick when I smell food." Ganoderma replied.