Zhulan motioned her two sons to look after her husband, and she followed the doctor out. She sat in front of the chair and watched the doctor write the prescription. Then she thought of herself. This body had suffered too much loss from consecutive births, otherwise she would not have come through. After the doctor finished writing the prescription, she said, "Doctor, please help me too. I feel weak all over, my waist hurts, and I have night sweats. I don't have any strength at all."
Zhulan did not lie. She felt it as soon as she woke up in the morning. Otherwise, according to her memory, she would not need her son's help at all. She had the strength to support her husband.
The doctor stroked his beard and said, "Put your hand here."
Zhulan became even more nervous, fearing that something might happen to her health. She had just decided to accept her identity, and if she didn't have health problems, it would be a huge loss.
The doctor released his hand and said, "You have suffered too much damage to your body and have worked too hard. Fortunately, your foundation is good, but you need to slowly recuperate to replenish your vitality. However, the recuperation period is not short and the price is not cheap. Madam, do you need a prescription?"
Zhulan looked at the gray cloth clothes on her body. They were the clothes she wore for working at home. She was in a hurry to go out without changing into better clothes. She really didn't look like someone who could afford it. In ancient times in the countryside, few families were willing to spend money on nursing care, especially for the elderly.
But Zhulan thought of the original owner's memory and felt confident, "You can open it. I can bear it."
The doctor was surprised for a moment, but didn't ask any more questions. He wrote a prescription for three days and said, "Come back in three days so I can check your pulse again."
"Okay, thank you, doctor."
Fortunately, Zhulan brought enough money. Her husband's medicine was cheap, less than a hundred coins for three days. Hers was expensive, one ounce for three days. No wonder the doctor confirmed again and again that this was only the amount for three days, less than ten ounces for a month. She was trembling with fear.
Seeing that it was almost past noon, Zhulan asked her eldest brother to buy some meat buns. When she saw the meat stall, she touched her thin arm and looked at her husband's thin appearance. She got off the car and bought four pounds of fat meat and two large bones, spending 42 cents.
For this trip, I spent one hundred and sixty coins on the cab fare for the head of the village.
Zhulan felt a little emotional. Whether in modern times or in ancient times, seeing a doctor is expensive.
When she got home, her husband hadn't woken up yet. Zhulan felt sorry for the money and wasn't very happy. Her face became paler from the bumpy ride. Just as she arrived at the doorstep, word spread in the village that Zhou Shuren was dying.
Zhulan took out a clay pot and prepared to boil medicine. As for the meat, she had already given it to her eldest daughter-in-law. Nowadays, she only ordered takeout and went to restaurants. She only knew how to do some simple things, but not complicated ones, let alone boil lard.
A total of twelve meat buns were bought, each costing two cents. Zhulan ate one, left two for the school, and one for the younger daughter who had gone out again. The rest were shared among the eldest and second sons, giving each son four of the eight buns.
Zhulan had just cleaned the pottery pot to boil medicine, and the second daughter-in-law held the buns, trembling a lot, "Mom, this is for you to eat."
Zhulan, "... ..."
She was depressed. She could scare Zhao just by distributing the buns.
Li, who was cutting pork, rolled her eyes and said, "Mom, the eldest kids haven't eaten enough!"
Zhulan glanced at the eldest daughter-in-law. This eldest daughter-in-law was originally a hot-tempered person, but she was also very cunning. She glared at Zhao and said in a bad tone, "Eat it if I give it to you. Don't bother me. Get out now."
Zhao's eyes were red and she sobbed, "Mom, you are so kind."
Zhulan, "... ..."
Really, please stop crying and stop bashing her, okay