Siheyuan: This is really immoral

Upon hearing that Lin Zhuang had clothes for the winter, Wen Lian said nothing on the surface, but she made up her mind in her heart that she must go to Lin Zhuang's house if she had the chance to make sure that Lin Zhuang had enough clothes.

She knew the conditions at Linzhuang, which were very wealthy.

But I still feel uneasy unless I see it with my own eyes.

Of course, the sweaters that should be knitted for Linzhuang still need to be knitted, two...three pieces, three pieces should be enough for Brother Linzhuang to wear in winter.

After making this decision, Wen Lian no longer talked about this matter.

Wen Lian gently took Lin Zhuang's strong and powerful arm, the corners of her mouth slightly raised, outlining a sweet smile like a pear blossom, and said softly: "Then wait for me, I will go in and tell my brother."

Her voice was clear and pleasant, as melodious as the sound of a yellow oriole singing in a valley.

Lin Zhuang smiled and nodded, "Okay, no problem!"

He gazed tenderly at the pretty girl in front of him.

Wen Lian really cares about him...she tells everyone clearly that Lin Zhuang is her sweetheart.

Wen Lian turned around and walked quickly into the house. In the blink of an eye, she came out again.

I also changed my shoes, but as for my clothes... I definitely didn't change them.

After all, in that era, most people would not deliberately dress up when going out, unless it was an important occasion like a blind date, then they would dress up carefully.

After changing her shoes, Wen Lian walked lightly to Lin Zhuang's side and said, "Brother Lin Zhuang, I'll lead the way for you... Uncle Zhan's home is in the countryside not far from the city. The journey is not far, but I'm afraid you'll have to take the trouble to ride your bike to take me there."

After saying this, her big watery eyes looked at Lin Zhuang expectantly.

She especially liked sitting in the back seat of Linzhuang's car.

Every time I sat behind Lin Zhuang, his back was like a towering mountain, broad, thick and solid.

He was like an indestructible shield, standing firmly in front of her and shielding her from the storms in life.

Every time she hid behind Lin Zhuang, she would feel protected, making her feel extremely happy and at ease.

This feeling was so wonderful that it was no exaggeration to say that even her own biological father could not give her such a strong feeling.

Being with Lin Zhuang, she seemed to have found a peaceful haven where she could put aside all her fatigue and worries.

Not long after, Lin Zhuang had already shot out on his bike like an arrow, and in the blink of an eye he had traveled a long distance.

It was morning, and the streets of the city seemed a little deserted and bleak. If you wanted to go out to buy vegetables or meat or other daily necessities, it was too late to go out at this time. I'm afraid even the daylily would be cold.

In addition, the weather is getting cooler and the chill is blowing, making the streets less crowded.

Only occasionally through the fence can one hear some noises coming from the courtyards on the roadside, perhaps the sound of people washing up early, or the crisp sound of pots and pans colliding when preparing breakfast.

When they passed by a breakfast shop, they saw clouds of burning white smoke rising from the door of the shop. It was the owner who was cooking a delicious breakfast.

These warm sights and sounds seem to inject a rare touch of warmth into this cold morning, making people sigh: The so-called worldly life can best soothe the hearts of mortals!

The coolness of late autumn did not give any feeling to Wen Lian who was hugging Lin Zhuang, because at this moment - happiness was concrete in front of her.

However, the happy time was only a short one. Lin Zhuang followed Wen Lian's instructions and quickly arrived at the door of Uncle Zhan's house as Wen Lian mentioned.

“We’re here—”

Wen Lian nodded slightly to show her agreement, but her pretty face showed deep reluctance. She slowly moved her feet and carefully got off the back seat of Linzhuang's car.

When her feet finally touched the ground, her slender white fingers involuntarily clenched tightly, as if she wanted to hold on to this warmth forever.

At this moment, Wen Lian's heart was filled with attachment and helplessness. She wished time could stop and she could sit in the back seat of Lin Zhuang's car forever.

If Lin Zhuang knew what she was thinking, she would definitely tell him.

Linzhuang: Hmm? I am Xiangzi, the eternal camel?

Wen Lian walked to the door, knocked, and shouted, "Auntie, open the door~ I'm Wen Lian!"

After the people in the house heard it, they heard hurried footsteps approaching, and then with a "creak", the back door was slammed open.

She had a hunched back and her face was covered with numerous and deep wrinkles, like a person in her sixties or seventies. However, with his inherited medical skills, Lin Zhuang was able to tell that she was actually only in her forties or fifties.

The old man saw a hint of anxiety flash across Wen Lian's face, and there was clearly a gleam of expectation in his eyes.

She stepped forward and grabbed Wen Lian's hand, asking, "Wen Lian...did you bring that amazing doctor here? Did you? Did you??"

At the same time, he was looking around Wen Lian, but he was confused and did not see the "doctor".

As for the young Lin Zhuang, she ignored him at the first moment.

How could such a young man be a great doctor, especially a miraculous doctor as praised by the boy’s father. It was said that Wen Lian’s father was about to lose his leg, but was saved by the doctor.

In her mind, the image of such a great doctor has long been defined as an old man with white hair and beard.

So now at a glance, it seems like Wen Lian didn't bring a doctor with her, so it makes sense that the young man next to her is Wen Lian's boyfriend.

Seeing that her aunt's grandmother was confused, Wen Lian quickly pulled Lin Zhuang to her side.

He introduced her, "His name is Lin Zhuang, the doctor who treated my father. I have discussed it with Uncle Zhan, and we have made an appointment to come and see our little one."

Hearing this, Aunt Zhan immediately turned her head to Lin Zhuang and looked him up and down.

He is really handsome.

But he is so young...are his medical skills really that good?

Could it be that Wen Lian's entire family was deceived? ?

Even though he was very skeptical, he knew that he had not lived in vain for so many years, so he politely brought the two people into his home. However, he was far less excited than when he had just gone out to see the doctor.

After entering the house, I was taken to a room, which was obviously the largest room in the house.

Lin Zhuang stepped into the room first and saw the young man lying on the bed at first sight.

As soon as I saw it, his face became heavy.

A woman who is good at observing people's expressions will notice changes in facial expressions at the first moment.

He hurriedly grabbed Lin Zhuang's hand, but did not dare to speak loudly, and asked in a low voice:

"Can it be cured?"

Lin Zhuang ignored her, slowly walked to the bedside and observed carefully.

The young man in front of me was as pale as paper, his eyes were closed, and the area under his eyelids was dark and blue, as if he was shrouded in a layer of haze.

The skin of his lips was as dry as land that had not seen any rain for a long time. The cracks were clearly visible, but surprisingly, there were faint traces of water in those cracked places.

Obviously, someone had been taking good care of him, moistening his lips with clean water from time to time to prevent the cracking from getting worse.

Looking more closely, I saw that the boy's lips were still trembling slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but he was in a coma and no sound came out.

Lin Zhuang, who was standing aside, made a guess in his mind.

He walked forward slowly, stretched out his right hand and gently placed it on the edge of the quilt covering the little boy, then turned his head, looked at the aunt with a sad face and asked softly: "Can I open it and take a look?"

Hearing this, the aunt hesitated for a moment, tears flashing in her eyes. She unconsciously clenched her hands behind her back, and even began to tremble because of the excessive force. After a long while, she finally nodded, and said with a slightly choked voice:

"You are a doctor, so you have to examine the patient before you can draw a conclusion..."

At this time, Wen Lian had no idea what had happened. She just felt that since she was sick, she should see a doctor. She really didn't understand why there were so many concerns and hesitations.

However, the actual situation was far more serious than she could have imagined.

She had heard some fragments of information about the illness from her father, but it was just a vague concept of "the illness was quite serious."

As for what kind of disease it was, how serious the condition was, and other details, her father never revealed even a single detail to her.

As for herself, she did not ask or think too much about it. Firstly, she knew that her father was always taciturn, and if he didn't want to talk about something, it would be futile to force him to do so; secondly, she had a mother who was also seriously ill and needed to be taken care of at home. She was already very busy with housework and taking care of her mother every day, and she really had no time to explore other things.

Lin Zhuang didn't know all this, and only after getting permission did he slowly lift the quilt.

"call--!!!"

With a long gasp, Wen Lian, who was standing by, began to tremble uncontrollably as soon as she saw the scene in front of her, and she screamed subconsciously. However, as if she realized her own gaffe, she quickly covered her mouth with both hands, fearing that she would make any more noise.

At this moment, Wen Lian's eyes were wide open, and her eyeballs seemed to be about to pop out of their sockets. Bloodshot instantly covered her entire eyeballs. The scene before her was so weird that it was completely beyond her imagination and cognition, so much so that she could not believe that everything she saw was real.

At the same time, a chill rose from her spine and spread throughout her body like an electric current, causing her to shiver involuntarily. Gradually, a layer of fine goose bumps began to spread on her exposed skin, even her arms and calves were not spared.

Lin Zhuang, who was standing next to him, also had a solemn expression on his face, his lips tightly pressed into a straight line, without saying a word. Obviously, the reality before him was much more complicated and difficult than he had expected.

What's going on?

The boy's abdomen was abnormally bulging, and at first glance he looked like a woman who was eight or nine months pregnant. The difference was that the veins on the surface of his abdomen were bulging.

But the weird thing is...

If you look at it a second time, you will find that these "blue veins" are constantly wriggling.

There is more to it than that.

Lin Zhuang's attention did not linger on his bulging belly.

Instead, he reached out and gently opened the boy's tightly closed eyelids.

At this moment, a shocking scene appeared before his eyes—the white part of the eye, which should have been pure white, was completely occupied by a strange and deep black color!

If it were in the future, Lin Zhuang would have joked that Uncle Jiu should be asked to handle this situation!!

But unfortunately, Lin Zhuang has already seen the problem that caused this boy to have this condition.

There is no metaphysics, it's not that I'm possessed.

It is a disease.

Lin Zhuang picked up the small stool next to him and sat down beside the bed.

After taking the boy's pulse, Lin Zhuang ignored Aunt Zhan's attempts to stop him and gently placed his fingertips on the child's belly. He touched along one of the blue veins for a moment, and only when he felt the pulsation under the skin did he let go and covered the child with the quilt again.

He rubbed his temples on both sides with a headache.

This trip... I can only say that I am really exhausted. If this happened in a TV series, it would be useless even if you shouted "Er Yuehong comes to ask for medicine--" at the top of your lungs.

In ancient times, most miracle doctors would probably say that medicine is incurable.

When he turned around, he saw a woman who had already burst into tears but did not make a sound and had her hands tightly covering her mouth.

He winked at Wen Lian, then said softly: "Let's go out and talk."

Wen Lian quickly understood what was going on. She took the woman's arm and slowly walked out with her.

As Lin Zhuang walked out, he sighed in his heart:

"To be able to cry like this without making any sound, how many days and nights must it take to practice this..."

After the three of them sat down, Lin Zhuang was the first to ask, "Where is the child's father?"

The woman's eyes were filled with tears, but she misunderstood Lin Zhuang's meaning and said hurriedly:

"The child's father is still in the mountains... But don't worry, I will definitely get what you want back. My man will definitely do what he promised."

Lin Zhuang waved his hand, "No, I want to tell you... your child's condition is very complicated and can be cured..."

"Can it be cured??!!!"

Before Lin Zhuang could finish his words, the woman stood up from her seat with a look of shock on her face. After a moment of hesitation, she quickly walked to Lin Zhuang and knelt down, grabbing his legs with both hands, but did not dare to use force for fear of wrinkling his clothes.

"God... Godly doctor, you must save my son! I will do anything for you, please, please save my poor son!"

As he spoke, his emotions seemed to reach the brink of collapse, and tears burst out without warning.

After saying that, he moved back a little and was about to kneel down to him.

Lin Zhuang quickly supported her arm and, with the help of Wen Lian, who had just reacted, helped the woman back onto the stool.

"Don't worry, I'm here now. There's no reason why it can't be cured. Calm down first. I'll talk to you slowly."