Behind the giant tree is a small courtyard. It is really a small courtyard. It is very small. It is smaller than the old house where Xia Yuanqiu and Xia Yuanhao lived in Xipo Village.
The yard is also very small. After pushing open the fence gate, I only walked less than ten steps to the door.
The boy quickly put down the bamboo basket on his back, opened the door, and shouted: "Mom, I'm back."
There was no weak response from the back room as usual, and the silence was unnerving.
The boy quickly rushed into the inner room and saw his mother falling off the bed. There were broken pieces of porcelain on the floor, and her wrists were dripping with blood.
The boy threw himself on the woman, crying for her to get up.
Xia Yuanqiu rushed forward, hugged the boy, and ordered Zhu Yan to carry the woman onto the bed.
Xia Yuanqiu said: "Your mother is not dead yet, I will treat her first, and you go and boil a pot of hot water."
She didn't need hot water, she just wanted to get rid of him, hoping he could do something to distract him now.
The boy wiped away his tears and said to Xia Yuanqiu: "My mother is begging you to save her."
Xia Yuanqiu patted his shoulder and said, "Don't worry, go boil some water quickly, your mother is still waiting to use it."
The boy ran out, and she quickly took out the silver needle and inserted it into the four veins of the woman's wrist to stop the blood from flowing out. After the blood coagulated, she cleaned the wound and bandaged it.
While she was doing this, the little boy kept peeking through the crack in the door outside. He knew that the sister was asking him to leave. The mother was not giving birth, so how could she need hot water? He was not familiar with these two people, so he was still somewhat uneasy.
Now that he saw that the sister quickly stopped his mother's bleeding and the bandage was very beautiful, he felt relieved, followed his sister's advice, and went to boil a pot of water.
After the boy boiled a pot of water, he returned to the room and saw his sister taking his mother's pulse. His sister's beautiful brows were slightly frowned. They were still beautiful, but they made him very nervous. Is his mother's disease difficult to cure
The elder sister finally let go of the mother's wrist, and he hurriedly said: "Sister, the water is ready."
Xia Yuanqiu nodded and asked, "When did your mother become ill?"
The boy hurriedly said: "Three months ago, my mother and I went to the mountains to collect medicine. When we came back, she fell ill. She saw many doctors and took many medicines, but she didn't feel better."
Xia Yuanqiu asked again: "What happened to you in the mountains? What did you eat?"
The boy frowned and thought for a while, then suddenly said: "My mother picked some fruits for me to eat. I ate a lot, but my mother only ate the remaining two."
Xia Yuanqiu raised his eyebrows: "What kind of fruit is it?"
The boy shook his head: "I don't know. It looks like a pear, but it is smaller than a pear. It tastes very sweet and crisp. My mother said it should be a wild pear. Since it is a pear, it should be edible."
The boy added: "I eat more than my mother. There is nothing wrong with me. It shouldn't be the problem with the pear."
Xia Yuanqiu asked again: "Has your mother ever been so sick before?"
The boy shook his head: "My mother has always been in good health and has never been sick. I don't know what happened this time." As he spoke, the boy's eyes turned red again. He was only a seven or eight-year-old child, but he had to bear the entire responsibility. Home, one can imagine how tired he is.
Xia Yuanqiu said: "It seems that the problem still lies with the wild pear. I haven't seen anything, so I can't make a conclusion. However, your mother's illness is indeed poisoning."
Zhu Yan asked: "Do you still remember where the wild pears grow?"