After traveling through time, my blood became a panacea

The death of her son was a fatal blow to Aunt Zhou. From then on, she felt like a lost soul.

The child was really well-behaved and sensible. During the process of seeking medical treatment and getting medicine, some of the strange remedies were quite tiring. He was so young, but in order not to make her sad and for the little hope in her heart, he tried his best to cooperate and never complained.

Because he was too weak to work, he collected firewood outside and boiled hot water for Aunt Zhou to soak her feet on time every day to relieve her hard work of the day.

When she was crying silently because of her child's illness, her son saw it and comforted her softly.

The past is still vivid in my mind, but now we are separated by the Yin and Yang. Originally, Aunt Zhou could not survive after her son's death. Because she had lost the support of life, the reason why she is still alive is because of her son's instructions before his death.

He was a smart man, and he knew that if he died, his mother would be too sad and would most likely commit suicide. Ordinary consolation methods would not work, so in order to keep her alive, before he died, he begged his mother to promise him to sell all the calligraphy and paintings that he had poured his heart and soul into, and give them to people who truly appreciated and loved them, so that his life would not be in vain. Otherwise, he would die with regrets.

Because it was her son's last wish, Aunt Zhou could only agree with tears.

Because of this, Aunt Zhou has managed to hold on until now. She is too worried and depressed, which is a mental illness. Unless she can untie the knot in her heart, no medicine will have much effect. The reason why she insists on taking medicine is not to cure the disease, but because this medicine can make it easier for her to fall asleep and not have insomnia and wild thoughts all night.

However, she had spent most of the family savings seeking medical treatment for her son. Although she later gave up the idea of ​​treating the disease, she had raised her son and was a woman working alone, so the family's money was gradually depleted.

After her son's death, in order to fulfill his last wish, Aunt Zhou was in a trance all day, guarding a calligraphy and painting stall on the street. Although she didn't care about the price and was willing to sell as long as she was paid, ordinary people didn't have the spare money to buy these things, and even if a wealthy family liked some of the paintings, they would only pick one or two and it was impossible for them to buy all of them.

Therefore, it would take a long time to sell all these calligraphy and paintings. Although Aunt Zhou would not be depressed for the time being, she was living a tight life. Now, she could not even afford medicine.

Before, Xu Feng had told Wen Xiang that her problem was a mental illness that could not be cured by taking medicine.

"So what do you think?" Xu Feng asked.

"I want to get ten prescriptions for Aunt Zhou and send them to her first. The money will be deducted from my monthly salary." Because he was the only one responsible for getting the medicine, he had to report to Xu Feng first to avoid any misunderstanding.

"Okay, I know about this. No problem." Xu Feng replied indifferently.

"What? Is there anything else?" Seeing that Wen Xiang did not leave and looked as if he wanted to say something but hesitated, Xu Feng couldn't help but ask again.

"Boss, you said Aunt Zhou is suffering from a heart disease, so do you have any treatment?" Wen Xiang thought for a moment and asked respectfully. He was very convinced by Xu Feng's medical skills, which were much better than those of his previous boss.

"She has lost all desire in life and can't find the meaning of living. It would be best if she could figure it out herself." Xu Feng said.

"But it's not that there is no solution at all, it's just that it's very troublesome to implement." Xu Feng continued.

"Oh? Please give me some advice, boss." Wen Xiang's eyes lit up and he bowed.

"Her relatives are all dead, so let's find her another one."

"Ah?" Wen Xiang was stunned.

"Heart disease needs heart medicine. If I were to treat it, I would look for a child with a miserable life, abandoned or neglected by his family. Well, this child must be a girl. If it is a boy, it will remind Aunt Zhou of her deceased son from time to time, which is not good for her condition.

The girl can't be too young, at least eight years old, otherwise Aunt Zhou will have to spend too much time and energy to take care of her, and her current body probably can't handle it. But she can't be too old, otherwise her character will be set, and it will be difficult for her to develop a deep family bond with Aunt Zhou. It's best not to be over twelve years old.

Orphans or children who are neglected and oppressed by their biological mothers generally desire more family affection and maternal love. If they can live together for a period of time, there is a certain probability that they will become each other's support. "

Wenxiang was stunned.

"But why would Aunt Zhou suddenly accept a strange child?" Wen Xiang said hesitantly.

"That depends on you. If you can really find such a child, just make up a lie on both sides. To the girl, you can say that Aunt Zhou is actually one of her distant relatives. To Aunt Zhou, you can say that the child is a deceased relative's child, who is temporarily entrusted to you. Not only do you not have the time, but it is also inconvenient to take care of the child. So be humble and beg her to do you a favor and let her take care of the child for a while." Xu Feng said slowly.

"This method takes a lot of time and energy, and it also depends on luck. After all, Aunt Zhou is just your neighbor. Would you really go to such lengths for her?"

Wenxiang remained silent.

Xu Feng raised his eyebrows. It seemed that Wen Xiang really treated Aunt Zhou like his mother. Xu Feng was a little curious about what Aunt Zhou did that made him remember it so deeply.

After thinking for a while, he sighed and said, "Forget it. If you offer to send the medicine over, Aunt Zhou may not accept it. Just tell her that the money for the medicine will be put on the account for the time being. If she can't pay it back in the future, it doesn't matter. I will pick a few satisfactory paintings from her handwriting to pay off the debt."

This way, she probably won't refuse.

Xu Feng also sympathized with this aunt. This was all he could do. As for what Wen Xiang would do next and whether he would do as he said, he didn't care too much.

A period of time passed peacefully like this.

After Fu Yuehe and Miss Su Ying moved into their new house, although they devoted most of their energy to writing novels, they did not stay at home completely. Firstly, Xu Feng did not want to see them too tired, and suggested that they go out to relax occasionally. Secondly, although most of the rich girls they met in Xiaxian Town were just nodding acquaintances, there were also a few good friends who got along well with them.

The two girls usually would not refuse the occasional invitations to parties they sent out and would happily go.

That evening, Xu Feng returned home from the pharmacy. As soon as he entered the house, he noticed that the atmosphere was a little unusual.

Fu Yuehe and Miss Suying were invited to an appointment early this morning, and they should be back now. After he asked the maid and came to the backyard, he stepped into the study and saw Fu Yuehe applying medicine to Miss Suying.

"Husband, you, you're back." Hearing the footsteps of Xu Feng coming in, Fu Yuehe's face changed slightly, and she didn't know where to put the ointment in her hand. And Miss Su Ying, as if frightened, turned around immediately, with her back to Xu Feng, so that he wouldn't see her current appearance.

Xu Feng nodded slightly to Fu Yuehe, then came to Miss Su Ying.

"What happened? Who hurt you?" Xu Feng asked calmly.