Chapter 495: Chapter 495, Too Naive (3 more)
Now everything was truly getting better.
“Thank you, senior!”
Dugu Zhen shook his head, “You’re thanking the wrong person. The one who took you in wasn’t , the one who treated the child wasn’t , and the person who was busy all night last night wasn’t either. Alright, I’m going to have breakfast. You should eat sothing too and rest a bit!”
“Yes, yes, senior is absolutely right!” Qin Yu hurriedly agreed.
His body really was nearly at its limit.
Aunt Chen brought over so food for the couple to eat first, “The porridge will be ready soon; the rice soup is almost done!”
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“Thank you so much!” Qin Yu quickly expressed his gratitude.
Aunt Chen smiled.
This was a good deed her daughter had connected with, which was very good.
She didn’t say anything more.
She turned and left the side room, went to the kitchen to get busy, and after eating breakfast, she would clean the clothes by the river. Once the water jars were filled, they would continue on their journey.
There were still streaks of blood in the river and occasionally bodies would float by, but for the rchants traveling along the river, this was all too common; no one would ddle in others’ business, pretending not to have seen it.
Inside the side room
Qin Yu urged Zhao Xiuya to eat sothing. Zhao Xiuya couldn’t eat at all, but seeing that her son’s complexion had improved a lot, she secretly peeked into his mouth and saw that the ulcers had dried up, his breathing was smooth and extended, and after taking her son’s pulse, she found his heartbeat was stronger than before.
She was overjoyed, holding Qin Yu’s hand, “Our son is going to be saved!”
He was going to be saved.
For nearly five years since the child was born, she had been worried sick, never sleeping well, fearing that closing her eyes would an eternal farewell.
Now, at last, she saw hope.
“Please, eat sothing. After you eat, rest a bit. Don’t let your son get better only to have you collapse!” Qin Yu said gently.
They were childhood sweethearts who grew up together, and their marriage had been arranged early by their parents; an alliance of strong families, and the two of them had genuine affection for each other—a truly blessed match made in heaven.
The birth of their child had brought real joy, and upon discovering the child was frail, they thought it was simply a matter of weakness. After all, Number One Manor had plenty of dicinal herbs and Silver. They had never imagined that their child’s journey to seek dical help would be so much more difficult than they had envisioned.
After five years, they had almost seen no hope, always t with shaking heads and sighs.
But Xie Zhinuan’s arrival was like a ray of light, dispelling the haze, illuminating their lives.
Zhao Xiuya nodded, eating a few bites, and again lost her appetite. But thinking of her child, she still forced herself to eat.
She didn’t want her child to recover only for her to fall ill.
Qin Yu wolfed down his food, without any of the elegance one might expect from a graceful young master; and when they had filled their bellies, Aunt Chen brought over rice soup, and the couple carefully fed it to their child.
Only then did the family of three hold each other and fall into a deep sleep.
The people on the boat were cleaning, washing what needed to be washed, wiping down what needed to be wiped, and they lit incense to drive away the foul sll.
In fact, it already didn’t sll anymore.
Mu Rourou glanced several tis at the tightly closed door of the side room, her curiosity purely innocent. She also wanted to see, since last night, she had only seen a handso silhouette—what did the man look like?
Aunt Chen glanced at Mu Rourou but didn’t speak, continuing with her work, making shoes for Xie Yi.
The weather was warming up, and it would be too hot to wear cotton shoes—she had to make them thinner.
Xie Zhinuan was skilled at needlework, but she was busy and had no ti to do it.
Grandma Chen was dividing thread on the side, while Xie Yi was stacking wood blocks, occasionally snacking on sothing small, and calling out for water when he wanted to drink.
He could actually say quite a bit, but he didn’t dare to show off too much, for fear of giving too much away and arousing suspicion; often he would just say a single word, using his eyes to signal, and the adults would understand.
This way of interacting was actually very warm.
“Aunt Chen!” Rourou called softly.
“Hmm?” Aunt Chen responded, without stopping her hands.
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