Rebirth of the Evil Stepmother and the Four Villainous Children

But what Boss Zhou said just now was very logical. He knew exactly what was wrong with his daughter's heart, as if he had seen it with his own eyes.

He was so conflicted inside, as if he had split into two. One side believed Zhou Rongrong, because she was the only one so far who had been told by doctors that the disease could be cured with a 70% chance of recovery. The other side said that this was too unreliable. What if, what if his daughter died when he was cut open?

While the two villains were struggling with their conscience, Fu Qing heard everything clearly from inside the door. It was his own life that he had to decide. Fu Qing pushed open the door, his pale face full of stubbornness, and he took a breath and said.

"Dad, I want Madam Zhou to cure my illness. I am willing to give it a try. I believe Madam Zhou can do it."

Mr. Fu quickly supported the staggering Fu Qing, gritted his teeth and stomped his feet.

"Okay, at worst, at worst, Dad will go down early to accompany you then."

Zhou Rongrong: "Master Fu, you have to believe me. What do you mean by going down early? Before, there was a person with an arrow stuck in his chest. That was much more serious than Fu Qing's. His life was hanging by a thread, but I saved him. He is alive and well now."

Mr. Fu just thought Zhou Rongrong was bragging, and said perfunctorily: "Okay, I believe Boss Zhou."

Zhou Rongrong muttered, "I don't think you believe me."

Zhou Rongrong arranged: "Then you go to Mr. Zhang to recuperate. I have something else to do in town. Miss Fu should take good care of herself first. She can have the surgery in three or four days at most."

Fu Qing said weakly: "Just listen to Zhou Rongrong's arrangements."

Fu Qing, who had been brought up as a housekeeper since childhood, felt quite embarrassed when she was called Rongrong. Her cheeks turned slightly red, but she looked better.

Zhou Rongrong took out a quick-acting heart-saving pill and handed it to Fu Qing, saying, "Okay, then wait for me. This medicine is better than the one you used. If it happens again, take ten pills and hold them under your tongue. Take four pills three times a day for the next few days and swallow them with water."

Fu Qing obediently took the strange-looking bottle, wrapped it in a handkerchief and put it away carefully.

Seeing that there was nothing to worry about, Zhou Rongrong had to go see her child, so she said goodbye to a few people and went to see Doctor Zhao.

On the way, Sibao was worried. This child knew what death was. He took Zhou Rongrong's hand and looked up to ask Zhou Rongrong seriously.

"Mother, in the future, you will also grow old and die, right?"

Zhou Rongrong was stunned. Life education is also very important for children. She organized her words and answered.

"Yes, mother will also grow old in the future. As you grow older, mother will become older and older. Her skin will become wrinkled, her hair will turn gray, and her health will become worse and worse, just like the great uncle in the village. She will become an old man. Mother will also suffer from serious illness, die, and be buried in the earth."

Zhou Rongrong wanted to say something, but she saw the little girl's mouth puffed out, her big eyes filled with tears, and she burst into tears. When the little girl thought that her mother would also die, her whole world fell.

Howling: "No, no, no, mother will die, mother will live as an old monster, mother will eat Tang Monk's flesh"

The crying attracted many people's attention. Zhou Rongrong quickly squatted down and stroked the little girl's face, then hugged her in her arms. After comforting her for a long time, the little girl finally stopped crying.

Zhou Rongrong supported Sibao's little body and said seriously: "But everyone will die, you too, but death is a part of life and we are destined to face it. Just like I don't know, but I am destined to be your mother, I will do my best, death is unpredictable and cannot be avoided.

Because of this, we will cherish our days together even more. When mom dies, baby will not feel regret when thinking about the days we spent together. When a person dies, she is not really dead, but when there is no one who misses her at this time, she is really dead. "

Sibao seemed to understand but remembered Zhou Rong's words firmly. He hugged Zhou Rongrong's neck and acted coquettishly.

"Mom, you are so kind. I will never forget you before I die."

Zhou Rongrong patted the little girl's butt, picked her up and said, "Let's go, your third brother is waiting."

They were indeed waiting. Sanbao was sitting on the doorstep with his little head supported by his hands. As soon as he saw Zhou Rongrong and the others, his eyes lit up and he waved his little hand to greet them.

"Mother, mother, here, here."

Zhou Rongrong held a little darling in each hand. When she walked into the inner room, the children and family members were waiting inside.

When Doctor Zhao saw Zhou Rongrong coming, he hurried over to greet her. The children whose bones could be set directly had branches tied to their feet and were sitting on small chairs.

They greeted Zhou Rongrong obediently. Maybe it was because they were back with their parents. Zhou Rongrong felt that the children were much better both physically and mentally. They spoke more softly and behaved like children again.

One of the boys asked, "Auntie Zhou, how is Brother Hao?"

Zhou Hao is the big brother among this group of kids.

Zhou Rongrong touched his little head and said, "Don't worry, your brother Hao and sister Qiaoqiao are taking classes with your sister Yunyun and her father."

Not only the two little ones at home, but also Jiang Manman had to go to Mr. Li for classes every morning. All the children in the village also carried a small school box to go to class.

Now that the academy has not been built yet, a room in the ancestral hall has been used as a classroom, and tables, chairs and benches have been brought in from various families.

Classes started in the small academy.

The child said nostalgically, “I want to study, too.”

Anyway, he was very bored. After returning home, his parents would not allow him to move at all. Even if he wanted to read a book or write a few words, his parents were afraid that he would be tired.

His mother tapped his little head gently and said, "Okay, okay, when you are well taught, I will send you to school."

It was so chaotic before that no one thanked Zhou Rongrong properly, but the children said that if it weren't for Aunt Zhou who saved them, they don't know how long it would take to get out.

Those parents had wanted to thank Zhou Rongrong for a long time but they couldn't leave. As soon as they saw the real person coming, they held Zhou Rongrong's hand and wouldn't let go.

Zhou Rongrong felt a little uncomfortable seeing those pairs of grateful eyes, and quickly winked at Sibao.

Our fourth baby is the smartest one. As soon as he saw what his mother meant, he secretly made the OK gesture that she taught him.

He quickly twisted his butt and squeezed in, the little guy put his hands on his hips and competed with the adults in shouting.

"Everyone, everyone, aunts, my mother, my mother needs to go for treatment. Please don't delay. It's all thanks to Lord Yang and King Xiaoyao."

The little girl spoke in a serious voice, but everyone knew clearly who to thank. However, they did not dare to delay Madam Zhou's business and let Zhou Rongrong go.

The child's parents had been waiting for a long time. Zhou Rongrong exchanged a few words of greeting and carried the child into the backyard. She didn't bring anyone with her, but she did not forget to give instructions.

"When I treat a patient, only the patient and I can be present. No one else is allowed to enter without my permission."

Naturally, no one had any objection. Sanbao and Sibao stood guard at the entrance to the courtyard, and their attitude showed that no one would give in.

After taking care of the child for a few days, he looked much better.

"Xiaotian, don't be afraid, you will be fine after a good sleep."

Xiaotian nodded and said, "Don't be afraid, Aunt Zhou, I'm not afraid at all."

Zhou Rongrong touched his little head and took out the anesthetic for Xiaotian to inhale. After a while, the child fell into a deep sleep. Zhou Rongrong dared to bring him into the space only after seeing that he was completely anesthetized.