Son of Heaven Assistance System

Chapter 57 Pomegranate Peels

Looking in front of Aunt Fang who kept weeping, Jing Wu felt at a loss what to do with a headache.

Before coming to this world, although her mother sometimes couldn't hold back her tears, often before she could organize words of comfort, her mother had already packed up her mentality and turned to comfort her.

And in this world, whether it is Jing Xin or Lu Wu, they are all ruthless characters who only make others cry.

And the others who would cry in front of her were Bai Xianyou, but only a hot pot meal was needed to coax Bai Xianyou, what would Aunt Fang do in front of her?
"Woo... I knew that the uncle still misses our mother and daughter in his heart, my poor son..."

"It's all my fault...it's all my fault, I'm tired after having a baby, I can't lose weight..., Grandpa doesn't like to look at my old face anymore, I'm the one who's tired of me, my son..."

"..."

Aunt Fang was crying nagging, even what she was thinking in her heart was similar to what she was talking about, anyway, it was only those few words after tossing and turning.

Jing Wu observed Aunt Fang carefully, she was a little fatter, but she was very well-proportioned.No makeup is applied on the face, and there are a lot of pregnancy spots, but the skin is very fair, which makes the spots very conspicuous.

To be honest, it cannot be said that she is old and ugly. Aunt Fang's appearance and state at this time are just the changes that will naturally occur when a woman reaches a certain age.

But obviously, today's Aunt Fang no longer conforms to Uncle Bai's gentry aesthetics.

Jing Wu doesn't understand men's sympathy and sympathy, but she has strong sympathy and intolerance for a woman of Fang's aunt's age.

"Aunt Fang, don't cry, life is always going to happen."

Jing Wu took out his own handkerchief from his arms, stuffed it into Aunt Fang's hand, and replaced Aunt Fang's crumpled handkerchief soaked in tears.

Aunt Fang eagerly took the handkerchief, wiped her tears, and finally realized that she had lost her composure for a long time in front of a girl who was about the same age as her daughter.

"Miss Jing, I'm sorry... I'm sorry, I let you... read a joke, I... I, I've held it in for too long..." Aunt Fang said, tears filled her eyes again.

Jing Wu felt a little numb in her scalp, and she sympathized with it, but she was really not very good at comforting people.

How can I hand over a handkerchief, can it make me cry again?
"Aunt Fang, don't cry... Uh, it hurts your body."

Aunt Fang had intended to stop her tears, but she couldn't help being amused when she heard Jing Wu's dry comfort.

But soon sank down again, neither crying nor laughing, the whole person was shrouded in melancholy.

Jing Wu looked at Aunt Fang suspiciously, and the anguish in Aunt Fang's heart was instantly revealed in front of Jing Wu.

【If my Hiiragi is the same as Jingwu, it will be fine, and I don’t know if Hiiragi can survive this time. 】

Aunt Fang's voice made Jing Wu feel trembling. She didn't seem to have heard that Miss Eleven had been sick again in the past two days?
Or is there so much going on these days that I don't notice?

"Aunt Fang, Miss Eleven is up? Can I talk to her?" Jing Wu asked tentatively.

Aunt Fang's slightly embarrassed expression made Jing Wu couldn't help but raise his heart.

"Hi'er woke up, but she hasn't been feeling well these two days, I'm afraid I'll give you a sickness."

Aunt Fang's frank words made Jing Wu suddenly realize that it's no wonder that there is such a big living person missing in Qian'an, no one raised any doubts, presumably it should have been notified a long time ago.

"Are there any symptoms? But did you ask for a doctor?" Jing Wu asked with concern.

Aunt Fang had a slightly sad look on her face, "I have an old problem with diarrhea. I have been drinking boiled water from pomegranate peels these past few days, which makes me feel better and worse."

"Boil the pomegranate peel?" Jing Wu repeated in doubt.

"Well, this is a folk remedy I got occasionally. Hiiragi has often had diarrhea since she was a child. She took a lot of bitter medicines when she was a child and it didn't help. But after taking this recipe, it will get better in two or three days." Aunt Fang explained.

Jing Wu recalled it silently. Since childhood, he had always heard that Miss Eleven was weak, but he didn't know that she often had diarrhea. It should be a bad spleen and stomach.

While the two were talking, a little maid entered the inner room holding a tray.

The little servant girl bowed her knees and saluted slightly, and said, "Auntie, the pomegranate peel is ready."

Aunt Fang stood up, took the tray and said to Jing Wu, "This is the water boiled with pomegranate peels. If Miss Jing doesn't mind the bad luck, come with me to deliver medicine to Zhang'er."

Jing Wu hurriedly said: "It's not bad luck. I'm here to visit Miss Eleven. Besides, diarrhea is not a contagious disease, so it's okay."

Aunt Fang nodded, and led Jing Wu to Bai Xianzheng's room.

Along the way, Jing Wu didn't smell the bitter smell of traditional Chinese medicine. It seems that this white fiber must indeed be a folk prescription for taking this pomegranate peel boiled water.

Soon, we arrived at Bai Xianhiiragi's room.

In addition to the closed doors and windows, the air in the room seemed a little stuffy, and there was no smell of traditional Chinese medicine.

Bai Xianzheng was probably still resting on the bed, and Aunt Fang carried the tray directly to the inner room, and lifted the curtains in front of the bed.

Jing Wu has always been behind Aunt Fang, and Aunt Fang's figure covered most of Jing Wu's eyes, and covered Jing Wu entirely behind her.

"Come on, Auntie, Auntie will help you sit up." Auntie Fang said as she freed one of the hands holding the tray, bending over as if to help Bai Xianzheng.

Jing Wu hurriedly stepped forward, held onto the side of the tray, and said, "Aunt Fang, let me hold this."

"Jing Wu... are you... coming to see... me?" The voice was delicate and weak, but it could make people hear the obvious surprise.

At this time, Jing Wu had already taken over the entire tray from Aunt Fang, and Aunt Fang also helped Bai Xianzhen up, and thoughtfully put a cushion on her daughter's back.

Jing Wu turned sideways and said with a smile: "Yeah... I haven't seen you for a long time. I planned to come and see you. I just happened to see the uncle in Yanhe Hall, and he also asked me to come and see you."

Jing Wu said it easily, but a storm surged in his heart.

At this time, Bai Xianhei's face in front of her was pale, without any blood, and his lips were dry and covered with a thick layer of dead skin.

Compared with the last time I saw him, he was visibly thinner.

Except for a pair of sparkling eyes, there is a sense of decay that is about to wither from top to bottom.

Bai Xianzheng opened his mouth, wanting to ask Jing Wu something, but before he opened his mouth, he let out a "hiss", his expression turned to pain.

Aunt Fang quickly picked up the bowl filled with pomegranate peel water on the tray in Jing Wu's hand.

He said nervously, "Does your stomach hurt again? Come and drink some water boiled with pomegranate peels, it will make you feel better. Auntie is here to feed you."

(End of this chapter)