"My mother is ill and needs to rest. The neighbors have good intentions and want to visit, but I have pushed them away, so you don't have to accompany them. We can go back to eat together. My mother will probably not wake up until dark."

he said.

Yang Ruoqing thought about it for a while, then glanced at West House, somewhat undecided.

Luo Fengtang raised his hand and touched her shoulder softly, and said softly: "Qing'er, we all know that you are worried about your godmother, but in this matter, you should listen to Zichuan's arrangement!"

Since Luo Fengtang and Mu Zichuan both think so, it is natural that Yang Ruoqing can no longer insist on her own opinion.

Since my godmother has returned to the village to recuperate, there is no rush to accompany and take care of her at this moment.

"Well, I listen to you, Zichuan, then lock the door of the house and let's go eat first. Only when you are full can you have the strength to come back and take care of your godmother," she said.

The three of them walked out of the yard together. Before leaving, Mu Zichuan asked an aunt next door to help keep an eye on it.

If there is any noise from his mother before he comes back, just go to the Luo family at the entrance of the village and call him back.

Naturally, this lady agreed to the matter entrusted by the Number One Scholar.

What's more, Mu Zichuan wouldn't let her do it in vain, there would definitely be benefits.

Along the way out of the village, I met many villagers along the way, and saw Luo Fengtang, Mu Zichuan, and Yang Ruoqing walking side by side.

Everyone quickly stopped to say hello to the three of them.

To these villagers, the three people in front of them are Wu, Wen and Shang.

But the representatives of Changping Village are the three best people!

Facing these enthusiastic villagers, the three people also gave a gentle response, but they did not stop.

When she finally got rid of these villagers and came to the spacious road, Yang Ruoqing couldn't help but sigh: "If the three of us were walking side by side in the village like this fifteen years ago, I guess these villagers wouldn't be like this.

He came over to greet us warmly and flatter us!"

Fifteen years ago, she was only in her teens and had not yet traveled through time. She was a real fat girl, but also a fool.

As for Mu Zichuan, he was traveling back and forth to study in the town. He was a poor scholar and lived with his widowed mother.

As for Luo Fengtang, it was even more miserable. He had no father and no mother, and lived like a wild child hunting in Mianniu Mountain behind the village all day long.

Hearing Yang Ruoqing's teasing, Luo Fengtang just smiled lightly and said nothing.

The corners of Mu Zichuan's lips curved up in a sarcastic arc, and he said: "People are all snobbish, and they always take advantage of the low. It doesn't matter whether they are these villagers or the dignitaries outside!"

Yang Ruoqing nodded.

Now, the three of them have long been accustomed to this kind of atmosphere where people flatter them wherever they go, and they have become calm.

Human nature is like this. Submission and worship of the strong are deeply engraved in the genes.

"Here we are."

Luo Fengtang suddenly spoke up.

Yang Ruoqing looked up and saw that the three of them had arrived in front of their yard.

"Zichuan, please come inside." Luo Fengtang raised his hand and said again.

Muzichuan nodded.

At the entrance of the main hall, Blacksmith Luo, Wang Cuilian, and Tuoba Xian were already waiting there. These elders should also be talking about Zichuan Niang, and they all looked worried.

Seeing the three of them coming in, several elders quickly stopped talking and came over to greet them.

After some concerned greetings, Mu Zichuan was invited to sit down in the main room, while Yang Ruoqing and Wang Cuilian went to the backyard kitchen to prepare the dishes.

The mother-in-law and daughter-in-law were preparing bowls and chopsticks in the kitchen. Wang Cuilian couldn't help but ask Yang Ruoqing: "What kind of disease does Ms. Zichuan have? When your uncle came back, we asked him, but he couldn't explain the reason, so he just said

He looks bad, as if he has been ill for a long time..."

Yang Ruoqing said: "When we went to my godmother's place, it was naturally not easy to ask these questions in front of my godmother. Then we were delayed by the villagers saying hello when we came to eat."

"I'm busy preparing for dinner now. I haven't found a chance to ask Zichuan about it yet."

Wang Cuilian asked again: "In your opinion, how is your godmother's condition?"

Yang Ruoqing pondered for a moment and shook her head: "It's hard to say, but judging from her complexion, it's really not that good. She's not very thin and looks like she's lost all her flesh."

Wang Cuilian had a look of astonishment on her face. After a while, she sighed and murmured: "I hope she is fine and gets better soon. A widow has managed to raise a son who has not yet married. She herself

I haven’t even enjoyed a few years of happiness!”

Yang Ruoqing silently took the vegetables out of the pot, then took an empty bowl, put a few pieces in some meat dishes, and placed it on the pot table at the position of the Kitchen God.

I thought silently in my heart, praying to the Kitchen God to bless my godmother and wish her a speedy recovery, so that all dangers could be averted.

After the meal, Yang Ruoqing packed the food and asked Mu Zichuan to take it back to his mother.

"They are all bland, not spicy." She walked him to the door of the yard and stopped.

"Zichuan, what kind of disease does my godmother have? I've been wanting to ask, but I haven't found a chance to ask." Yang Ruoqing said.

Seeing the sincere worry and concern in her eyes, Mu Zichuan's heart, which had been suffering to the point of dryness for nearly two months, seemed to be nourished by Yi Yulin.

But when he thought of his mother's illness, sadness and helplessness filled his eyes.

"Milk rock!" He bit out these two words from his lips.

Milk rock?

Yang Ruoqing was confused, what kind of disease was this? She had never heard of it.

Could it be... something to do with the chest?

Mu Zichuan guessed that she didn't understand, and continued: "A lump suddenly appeared on my mother's left chest more than two months ago. I didn't pay much attention to it at first, until the lump kept growing."

"In the end it broke out, the pain was unbearable, and the person was losing weight day by day."

"At that time, I had just been recalled to the capital by the emperor. I was busy with government affairs. I left early and came home late every day, neglecting my mother."

"She also hid it from me because of the differences between men and women and because the disease was in her chest."

"It wasn't until later that I discovered that she was extremely thin and her energy and energy were declining day by day, so I asked her about it. She couldn't hide it anymore, so she told me the truth."

“I took her to the best hospital in Beijing for treatment. The doctor’s diagnosis was: the cancer is high in the upper part and deep in the lower part, like a cave, with numerous hanging beads, deep poisonous roots, and perforated holes. This is an incurable disease!

"

Hearing this, Yang Ruoqing raised her hand to cover her mouth, her eyes filled with shock!

If this symptom is translated into modern words, wouldn’t it be breast cancer?

"Could it be a misdiagnosis? Have you ever taken your godmother to another doctor for follow-up consultation?" Yang Ruoqing asked again.

Mu Zichuan smiled bitterly: "Of course I brought it with me. I even invited the doctor from Tai Hospital to diagnose my mother. The diagnosis results are the same, it is an incurable disease!"

Yang Ruoqing stopped asking and stood there with a frown on her face, feeling very uncomfortable.
Chapter completed!