C2 Mother's Disease

He also didn't expect that a month ago, his mother would suddenly fall. Although his brother immediately begged the villagers and invited a doctor to come see, the doctor still couldn't tell what his mother's illness was. He could only prescribe some medicine and try it out.

This was probably one of the diseases she had heard about in her previous life — myasthenia gravis. She had heard that most patients' illnesses were caused by overwork and exhaustion of the body. She didn't know what her mother had done to wear out the body, but this disease left doctors helpless in the modern world.

However, what would she and her brother do if that day really came and their mother left them? A nine year old brother leading a six year old sister who had no money or income, how could he survive in this world?

"No need, eating this medicine won't have any effect, I'll just not eat it. Mom is just too tired, maybe I'll just rest a bit more."

Just by saying these words, his mother had already started to pant heavily. Shan Xing could only sigh in her heart.

Mother, don't worry about the money. Big brother can take back the wages today, but how can I not eat medicine when big brother and I go to the market tomorrow? If I'm sick, I'll pick some vegetables from the back garden and sell them in the market tomorrow.

She hoped that once she bought the medicine, her mother would take the medicine. Once her mother took the medicine, she would think that she was still able to live for a few more days, and that she would have some hope. With her mother, this could be considered a complete home.

Mother has dragged you two siblings down with her. If mother was well, then you two siblings wouldn't have to work so hard for her. You guys are still so young, yet you followed your mother and suffered so much.

When Shan Xing came in with a cloth and a medicine bowl in tow, his mother said bitterly as she drank the medicine.

"Whose First Madam? Is someone trying to harm us?"

Shan Xing vaguely understood the meaning behind her words, but she couldn't ask directly, so she pretended to be curious about the situation. She always felt that her mother's way of doing things wasn't like an ordinary country woman.

"Little kid, don't ask about these things. Sigh, blame your mother for being useless. Your family was originally poor and you didn't properly marry anyone, so wouldn't your child suffer?"

Mother put down the bowl of medicine she had finished drinking and pulled her daughter into her arms.

"Thankfully, my daughter is a sensible girl. At such a young age, she already knows how to help her mother. Once her mother gets better, she will definitely not let my daughter suffer anymore."

Shan Xing, on the other hand, could only hope that her mother would live a little longer. She hoped that she wouldn't abandon her children so early in the morning.

"Mom, are you tired again? Then you should rest for a while. After you rest properly, we can eat lunch together."

Shan Xing laid her mother on the pillow and turned her slightly to the side, afraid that she would lose her breath while lying on her back.

"Mom, I'll go to the vegetable patch to have a look. When the porridge is hot in the afternoon, I'll add some more. It'll definitely be very fragrant."

After a long while, she heard the sound of slow, even breathing coming from the bed. She then walked towards the kitchen, washed the medicine bowls, and went to the back garden. The vegetables in the back garden were pretty good, green, and full of life.

After looking around, Shan Xing picked a bunch of lettuce and came in. Just like this, they would put it into the porridge, smooth and easy to chew, so that mother would not have difficulty digesting it. Hearing about patients with muscle weakness, all the muscles in their body would shrivel up, including their internal organs.

Shan Xing tried her best to cook the porridge. If she were to add any dishes into the porridge, she would have to stew them quickly. This way, her mother would be able to absorb some of it and not waste it.

"Shan Xing, Shan Xing."

A voice came from the front yard, causing Shan Xing to hastily run out from the back garden.

"Shh, brother, be quiet. Mom just fell asleep."

Shan Xing pointed her index finger at her brother and covered her lips, making him shut up.

His brother's footsteps were light as he carefully moved to his sister's side.

"Why did you run back from Fourth Uncle Zhao's house? Has his family finished their work?"

The mountain forest took out a small piece of white bread from her pocket and stuffed it into Shan Xing's hand. It looked like half a piece of cake.

"Today, I left a piece of the white bread that Fourth Uncle made at his house for you to eat."

Looking at the anticipation in the eyes of the forest, Shan Xing had no way to refuse him, but Shan Xing knew that her brother had saved them from his mouth. This white bread was not something the farmers could eat, so they would definitely only give each of them one.

His brother couldn't bear to eat it, so he saved half of it for him.

"Then, big brother will eat with me."

Shan Xing split the biscuit into two and gave half to her brother. She took the other half and took a bite herself.

Seeing that his little sister had eaten the cake, the mountain forest also stuffed the half of the biscuit their little sister brought back into their mouths, wolfing it down.

"So delicious."

He mumbled indistinctly as he chewed.

"It's a pity that mother can't eat it."

She was afraid that the siblings wouldn't be able to eat enough porridge, so she asked the neighboring auntie to stick a few pots and pads on her house. Unexpectedly, after one or two mouthfuls, the mother vomited and couldn't even swallow her food. From then on, only porridge was eaten at home.

After eating the cake, the mountain forest hurriedly ran back, not forgetting to remind her sister.

"Shan Xing, wait for my brother to come back to cook for us tonight. Please don't cook for yourself, it's not hot anymore."

Shan Xing ran out of the room like a wisp of smoke. She looked at the small figure disappearing by the broken door and felt sorry for her.

He was only nine years old. What was a nine year old doing in the modern era? A grade 1 or 2 in primary school? Perhaps in the remote areas where he didn't have a backpack to carry around, his little brother was already making money to support his family. This strange crossing was like an endless stream of bitterness and sweetness.

"Shan Xing —"

Shan Xing was staring blankly at the gate when she suddenly heard her mother calling her.

"Hey, you're here, Mom."

Shan Xing ran back into the house.

"Mom, what's wrong? Are you not feeling well?"

With some difficulty, he helped his mother up and stuffed a pillow behind her back so that she could just barely sit down.

"I'm fine, I just woke up and wanted to see you."

Shan Xingniang looked at her daughter with a smile.

"My family's Shan Xing is really good-looking. She's still young, but when she grows up, she'll be even prettier."

Shan Xing shook her body awkwardly and said with an exaggerated tone.

"It's just that there are too many places that are like Mother, so that's why it's so nice to look at."

Hearing this, both Shan Xingniang and her mother praised her. Shan Xingniang struggled to put her arm around her daughter and giggled along with her. But when she laughed, she looked so weak and weak, even her voice had a hint of paleness.

"Mom, I'll go heat up the lunch. I'll talk to you after I get back from the fire."

Shan Xing got up and went to the kitchen. She lit the fire, cut the lettuce into pieces, and threw it into the big pot. She watched the porridge roll a few times, then immediately put the fire away and covered the big wooden lid.

"Mom, let's wait for the porridge. Are you hungry?"

If Mother could feel hungry, that would be great.

"I'm not hungry. Didn't I just eat breakfast? How can I get hungry so quickly? I'm just … I just …"

Mother wanted to go to the toilet, so Shan Xing could easily understand what she meant.

He didn't know what she used to call the toilet. Of course, no one would call this toilet that, since it was a noun that Shan Xing had brought over from the modern world. However, she had never said it herself once, and no one would understand her if she did.

"Mom, just wait. I'll be right there."

Shan Xing ran to the corner of the room and took a small basin. This was something that Shan Xing had found on purpose. The bowls of this era were too high, and were not suitable for female patients to use.

"Sigh, mother is truly useless."

Shan Xingniang felt extremely upset when she saw that her daughter was covered in sweat and was about to take the bowl out again. Her daughter was only six years old, and yet she had suffered this kind of torture.

She didn't know if what she did when she brought the two siblings to escape was right or not. Originally, she didn't have a single bit of regret in her heart, but now that she was this sick, she started to feel a little regretful.

Mother, look at you, you're here again. You're our mother, so what shouldn't we do for you? Don't let your thoughts run wild.

Looking at her daughter's adult appearance, Shan Xingniang rejoiced that she had given birth to two good children.

"Did your brother come back just now?"

Hearing Shan Xing go out and come back, Shan Xingniang knew that she had finished brushing the bowl and left it outside to dry. Her daughter had said that she would only be clean if she was exposed to the sun, but Shan Xing wanted to say, only then can it be sterilized, but she also knew that no one would understand what she was saying.

"Yes, big brother came back for a round at noon."

Shan Xing washed her hands again before standing on the small stool. She removed the lid of the big wooden pot, scooped up a bowl for herself and her mother, and carefully carried it into the house.

"Mom, it's time for lunch."

Shan Xing placed her bowl of congee on the small round table beside her. She picked up her mother's bowl and fed it to her.

"It's cold. Mother, go ahead and eat."

He scooped up a spoonful of congee, blew on his mouth to cool it and fed it to his mother.

"What is your brother doing back home? Isn't he working at Uncle Zhao's house? "How can I have the time to come back?"

After taking a sip of the porridge, she swallowed her saliva. Shan Xingniang had not forgotten to ask about what had happened just now. Her son had suddenly returned and she was worried that something might happen to him.

"It's nothing, it's just that Fourth Uncle Zhao's house had baked a white bread today and just brought me a piece."