Chapter Thirty-six: A Kind Mother and a Benevolent Son

"Silly son, why are you so silly! My old life isn't worth much, but you can't have anything bad happen to you!"

The middle-aged woman had tears streaming down her face. Her weak body hugged her son, Li Xiaohu, tightly, and she was trembling violently.

It was easy to see that the middle-aged woman was very excited inside, and even the tone of her crying was filled with guilt and self-blame.

The thread in a loving mother's hand makes clothes for her wandering son.

Mothers are the greatest people in the world. They are willing to suffer and endure hardships themselves, and they are willing to have all the hardships fall on them rather than let their children bear even a little bit of fatigue. However, her son, at such a young age, had to bear so much fatigue and so much suffering.

This...

It made her feel even more heartache than if someone had cut a piece of flesh from her heart with a knife.

Li Xiaohu was also crying, but he cried without any regrets. All the grievances and sufferings of these years were released as tears at this moment.

As long as his mother was alive, everything he had endured was worth it.

Heaven has eyes. There are still very kind-hearted people in the world. Dr. Shang promised to save his mother, and Big Brother Lu treated his mother. They were both living bodhisattvas reincarnated!

He, Li Xiaohu, firmly believed that it was his sincere heart that had moved heaven and Dr. Shang and his apprentice. Good people will be rewarded. In the future, he not only had to be filial but also work hard. Now that someone had given their selfless love to him and saved his mother, in the future, he would rely on his abilities to help more and more people in need.

Others might not deeply understand the profound meaning that giving charcoal in snowy weather is better than adding flowers to the brocade, but he understood. The hand that others extend in difficult times will bring you warmth and make you full of gratitude.

"Mom, I won't have anything bad happen to me. I'm a young man now. I can help you cure your illness and take care of you!"

Li Xiaohu choked up as he spoke.

At this moment, he felt extremely warm.

Although he was crying, after all the bitterness and grievances were released, a thick sense of happiness surrounded him. Because he saw the hope of his mother's illness being cured, and because in this world, there were two other people besides his mother who were good to him.

The middle-aged woman hugged her son even tighter, for fear that if she let go, her son would be gone.

After a long while, she let go of her son and said miserably with tears, "If I had died back then, you wouldn't have suffered so much. It's all my sin!"

Li Xiaohu's face changed greatly, and tears streamed down his face. He cried out, "Mom, you can't commit suicide again. What would I do if you died? Now Dr. Shang has said that he can cure your illness. When you recover, our lives will get better! I'm not afraid of hardship or fatigue. As long as you can live well."

Shang Wende and Lu Feng beside them looked at each other.

Lu Feng wiped the tears from his face and asked in confusion, "Auntie, you... you committed suicide?"

The middle-aged woman looked at her son with love and sorrow, then wiped the tears from her face and said in a hoarse voice, "Yes! I attempted suicide twice. The first time was because of my illness. When we were completely broke, I didn't want to burden my son any more, so I chose to commit suicide. Unfortunately, heaven didn't want my suffering to end, and I didn't die in the end. The second time was on the way when my son was carrying me to Shandong. On my son's back, he was struggling to walk in the pouring rain. I really couldn't bear to see my son being tortured beyond recognition because of me. So when we found a bridge to take shelter from the rain, I jumped into the river to commit suicide. Unfortunately, the King of Hell didn't accept me, and my son saved me from the river again..."

"I really don't want him to suffer anymore because of me. I feel so guilty! He's still so young, but he has to bear the hardships that even adults can hardly bear. I think it's better to die than to live. At least, my son can survive and not have to suffer so much."

As she spoke, the middle-aged woman's tears flowed down again.

Lu Feng's nose felt sour, and the tears that had stopped welled up in his eyes again. With a trace of excitement, he quickly squatted down beside the middle-aged woman, reached out and grabbed her emaciated arm, and said eagerly, "Auntie, you mustn't think like that anymore. Maybe death is a relief for you, but without you, Xiaohu's life in the future might be even more miserable, and he might be condemned by his conscience for the rest of his life. Although he's young, he has a heart stronger than that of an adult. He doesn't want the mother who loves him and whom he loves to die in front of him. He believes in his own abilities. If you die and find relief, for him, it might mean a lifetime of pain if he lives."

The middle-aged woman closed her eyes slightly, and tears flowed down her face. After more than ten seconds, she opened her eyes again and nodded silently, saying, "Don't worry. I will never try to kill myself again. For the sake of my son, and for all the hardships my son has endured, I will live. I want to take care of him, watch him study, watch him succeed in his career, and watch him start a family and establish a business."

Lu Feng nodded heavily, and a look of relief appeared in his eyes.

This pair of a kind mother and a benevolent son had brought him so much emotion. I'm afraid he would never forget all the things he had experienced today.

That tattered cloth bag, and that money in small change...

"Gurgle..."

A "gurgling" sound came from the middle-aged woman's stomach, which made her, with a sorrowful face, look a bit embarrassed for a moment.

Li Xiaohu heard it clearly too. In an instant, he understood that his mother was hungry. Only when one was hungry would there be a "gurgling" sound in the stomach.

Without the slightest hesitation, he immediately ran to a table not far away, grabbed the buns he had bought in the morning, ran back, and handed them to his mother. With a hint of hesitation in his tone, he said silently, "Mom, here are the buns. These buns have been here for a day and are cold. You can eat a little to fill your stomach first. I'll go and buy you some hot food later."

The middle-aged woman's tears flowed out again. She shook her head violently and sobbed, "Son, you eat first. I'll eat after you. From now on, whatever you eat, Mom will eat. Mom won't let you suffer alone anymore!"

Li Xiaohu looked at the twenty buns in his hand. After hesitating for a moment, he silently picked up one. There were a lot of buns today, enough for him and his mother to eat. With tears in his eyes, he took a big bite of one bun and then handed the rest to his mother again.

The middle-aged woman held back her tears and silently took the bun.

Shang Wende, who was standing beside them, really couldn't bear to interrupt this mother and son. But now, the middle-aged woman's body, especially in the situation of not eating for a day and a night, if she directly ate solid food, it would be very bad for her body. So he quickly stopped them and said, "You can't eat these buns now. Your body is in an extremely hungry state. Eating solid food rashly is very bad for your body. How about this? I'll ask Lu Feng to buy some millet porridge and warm milk. You can drink some of this liquid food first."

Lu Feng nodded and said, "Yes, I'll go and buy them now. I'll be back soon!"

After saying that, he stood up and strode out of the medical clinic.

Having lived for forty or fifty years, the middle-aged woman could still tell who was good to her and who wasn't. She could feel that Shang Wende and Lu Feng were good to her and her son.

When the steaming millet porridge and two bottles of milk exuding a rich fragrance were placed in front of the middle-aged woman, her emotions that she had controlled fluctuated again. She pulled her son and was about to kowtow to Shang Wende and Lu Feng to express her gratitude to them.

Lu Feng was quick to react and quickly stopped the mother and son who were about to kneel down. He said seriously, "Auntie, don't do this. My master and I did this completely out of our own conscience. If you want to be grateful, be grateful to your son and to yourself, because it's you who have educated him so well, so sensibly and filially."

The middle-aged woman nodded silently with tears in her eyes, but her grateful expression was still evident.

Since Li Xiaohu had already had his dinner, he simply accompanied his mother to eat a little and then watched his mother eat with a happy smile. In the past few years, today was the happiest day for him. Every time his eyes swept over Shang Wende and Lu Feng, he would show a look of gratitude.

Shang Wende had already left with the medicinal herbs. Since there were no utensils for decocting traditional Chinese medicine in the medical clinic, he could only take the medicinal herbs back to his residence.

An hour after the middle-aged woman finished her dinner, Shang Wende returned to the medical clinic with a pot of decocted traditional Chinese medicine. After giving it to Li Xiaohu, he asked his mother to drink it.

That night, Lu Feng didn't leave. After Shang Wende left, he and Li Xiaohu sat on another hospital bed and kept watch over the middle-aged woman.

Early the next morning, Shang Wende came very early. When he saw that Li Xiaohu was holding a broom and an iron dustpan and cleaning the place, he nodded secretly and strode into the medical clinic.

"Xiaofeng, how is she? There were no problems during the night, right?"

Lu Feng smiled and said, "Master, Auntie slept very well all night. When she got up in the morning, I found that her complexion was a bit more ruddy than before. Obviously, the treatment has taken effect."

Shang Wende nodded and said, "That's good. From today on, you can give her an acupuncture treatment once in the morning, noon, and evening. And I'll take care of the problem of decocting the traditional Chinese medicine."

After saying that, he walked towards the middle-aged woman who had already sat up and smiled, "Let me feel your pulse and see how your illness is being treated!"

Naturally, the middle-aged woman had no objections. As soon as Shang Wende finished speaking, she stretched out her hand.

Feeling the pulse is the most important skill of traditional Chinese medicine and also a yardstick to measure whether one can become a traditional Chinese medicine doctor.

Lu Feng had always wanted to learn how to feel the pulse, but since his master hadn't offered to teach him, he didn't dare to ask. After all, he understood that since his master hadn't proposed to teach him yet, it definitely wasn't the right time.

Time always passes quickly, just like riding a roller coaster. Before one can even savor it, it has already passed by. Three days passed as the middle-aged woman's complexion got better and better.

Early on the fourth day, when Shang Wende brought the decocted traditional Chinese medicine to the medical clinic and handed it to the middle-aged woman, he turned to Lu Feng and said, "Give her another acupuncture treatment later. You don't need to do acupuncture anymore in the future. I will write a new prescription for traditional Chinese medicine, and from now on, her illness can be completely cured with the medicine!"