After Transmigration, I Picked Up A Husband and Daughter-Chapter 93 - Taking the Pulse
Chapter 93: Chapter 93 Taking the Pulse
Chapter 93: Chapter 93 Taking the Pulse
Jiang Youfu scurried around the yard in a blind panic, with no regard for his path.
Seeing this, Jiang Xunzhong hurried forward to mediate, but rather than quelling the storm, he inadvertently caught fire and took several heavy punches.
With no other choice, Jiang Xunzhong rushed back into the house, planning to wake up Lady Zhao, who was fast asleep, to help resolve the dispute.
However, the act of waking her filled him with terror.
It turned out that Lady Zhao had fallen into a coma, and no one knew when she had lost consciousness.
No matter how much Jiang Xunzhong shouted or shook her, Lady Zhao had no response, her body frighteningly hot to the touch.
In that moment, Jiang Xunzhong cast aside the marital strife. He hoisted Lady Zhao onto his back and dashed outside in desperate search for a cure.
Just as he stepped through the courtyard gate, he paused, a flash of inspiration striking him—Su Yu owned a horse-drawn carriage, a means of transportation several times faster than an ox cart.
At such a critical juncture, that carriage might be their lifeline.
Just as his fingertips were about to tap on the wooden door, eliciting a faint sound to request entry, Su Yu appropriately opened the door, holding a basket of steaming buns that filled the air with a warm, fragrant aroma. Their gazes inadvertently intertwined, and an indescribable tension seemed to spread silently through the air.
The moment Su Yu saw Jiang Xunzhong at her doorstep, she trembled slightly and a look of surprise flashed in her eyes before she quickly regained her composure, asking with a touch of astonishment, “What’s wrong? Is there something you need?”
Jiang Xunzhong’s face was etched with anxiety and helplessness. His eyes swept over Lady Zhao behind him as he pleaded, “Your mother, she… she’s fallen ill, suddenly collapsed. Could I… Could I borrow your carriage to take her to town and see a doctor?”
Su Yu’s gaze briefly passed over Lady Zhao, who appeared weak on Jiang Xunzhong’s shoulder, then she looked back, her deep eyes locking onto Jiang Ziling at her side, as if seeking confirmation, “The mother you speak of, is she yours?”
Jiang Ziling shook his head, his tone calm but resolute, “I don’t have a mother.”
“Neither do I.”
Su Yu fixed her eyes on Jiang Xunzhong. Each word she uttered revealed an unmistakable firmness, her silent refusal forceful and clear.
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Upon hearing this, Jiang Xunzhong’s frown deepened. He sighed and tried one last time to sway her, “This is a matter of life and death, please show some mercy, help us out.”
Su Yu once again turned her eyes to Jiang Ziling, as if searching for a balanced decision, “Would you be willing to help with this?” Her inquiry considered both Jiang Xunzhong’s request and Jiang Ziling’s willingness.
“I’m not willing,” Jiang Ziling replied succinctly and coldly, like a blast of winter wind, direct and resolute.
Seeing her son’s stance align with her own, Su Yu felt her resolve solidify even further.
“In that case, I naturally won’t agree either,” she declared.
Her speech carried a hint of a smile, revealing white, even teeth, her grin containing an unbending decisiveness.
Jiang Xunzhong understood this silent refusal. He sighed, forgoing any further futile argument, and silently turned away, carrying Lady Zhao away slowly.
This unexpected confrontation seemed to leave no ripples in the hearts of the mother and son.
“I might chat with Sister-in-law He for a while, so I won’t come back until after dinner,” Su Yu meticulously instructed. “You don’t need to wait for me, remember to take your medicine on time, and coax Xixi to sleep early.”
His words to Jiang Ziling were filled with delicate care.
Jiang Ziling responded briefly with a “Okay,” his eyes shining with understanding and independence.
Su Yu’s trip was not only to repay a favor by bringing freshly baked steamed buns to Sister-in-law He but also to delve deeper into the mystery Sister-in-law He had inadvertently mentioned last time.
Tonight, she was determined to uncover the secret about Sister-in-law He’s husband, no matter what the truth was!
As night deepened, Su Yu stepped into Xie Qifen’s courtyard, softly calling out, “Sister-in-law He, Sister-in-law He, are you there?”
Xie Qifen’s voice came from inside the house, tinged with surprise and eagerness, “Ah, here, here!” Clearly, she was anticipating Su Yu’s late-night visit, secretly speculating if there was progress regarding her request.
As the door opened, Xie Qifen greeted her warmly, her eyes sparkling with hope. “Sister, is there any good news? Did you find a solution for my problem?”
With a gentle shake of the basket in her hand, Su Yu revealed it was full of handmade steamed buns, “I just made some steamed buns and thought of bringing some over for you to try.”
At this, Xie Qifen was a bit disappointed, yet she quickly expressed her gratitude, “I really appreciate it.”
When she saw the snow-white, finely made steamed buns, crafted from fine flour, she couldn’t help but exclaim, “My goodness, are these made with fine grain? So many, I don’t feel right accepting them.”
Su Yu smiled, her eyes holding a hint of mystery, “It’s fine, I want everyone to try my handiwork. Oh, by the way…” She looked around to make sure they were alone, then quietly drew Xie Qifen closer, whispering, “The biggest one on top—I’ve added a bit of a sleeping potion to it. Find a way to have him eat it tonight. Once he falls into a deep sleep, I’ll sneak in and take his pulse to see what the problem is.”
Upon hearing this, Xie Qifen seemed hesitant, “Is… is that really okay?”
Seeing her wavering, Su Yu cut to the chase, “Considering how resistant he is to seeing a doctor, even clashing with you, if we don’t resort to some special means, I really can’t think of a better way.”
After a brief moment of thought, Xie Qifen finally nodded, “Alright, if it works, I’ll definitely tell you. I don’t want to keep you waiting in vain.”
“Good, no matter what the outcome, remember to come out and let me know, don’t make me wait for nothing.”
There was a tone of thoughtfulness and concern in Su Yu’s voice; she knew time was precious for both of them.
“Hmm.”
Xie Qifen nodded slightly, her slender fingers tightly holding the warm steamed buns wrapped in a clean cloth, her footsteps light as she hurried through the quiet alleyway at dusk, heading home.
The setting sun cast a warm glow on her silhouette, adding a touch of warmth to this ordinary scene.
As she opened the door, the distinctive scent of home cooking greeted her. Her husband, Meng Yuanyou, was sitting at an old wooden table, leafing through a tattered farming manual. Hearing her, he looked up and asked, “Who came to see you so late?” His gaze was filled with a trace of puzzlement and concern.
Xie Qifen, wearing a smile as warm and bright as a newly bloomed flower in spring, answered, “It’s all because I gave Jiang Ziling’s wife some fresh vegetables from our garden a few days ago. She specially made these steamed buns today to thank me.”
Her words resonated with the harmonious warmth between neighbors.
She carefully took out a steamed bun from the basket and tentatively offered, “Do you want to try…”
