Chapter 102

Xueer has handed over the scissors. She took the scissors and cut off Mrs. Zhou's trouser legs directly, revealing her shins with swollen skin.

Zhou an moved the fire pot to her mother's calf again, for fear that her mother would be frozen.

Old Mrs. Zhou looked at her cut trousers painfully, thinking that she would mend them well in a moment, but she could still wear them.

Qi Rongyue pinched the other leg of old lady Zhou again. As she expected, the other leg was not swollen.

"Does your waist hurt now?" Qi Rongyue asked.

The old lady nodded quickly. It hurt. It hurt deeply. It's the same every day. I'm almost used to it.

There was a smile on the old lady's thin face. There was helpless bitterness in the smile. She never cried for pain in front of her son. She knew that her son would not feel well. If she cried for pain again, how sad would he feel?

Qi Rongyue held her shoulder and said, "lie down first, and I'll touch your waist."

The old lady lay down as she said, but she didn't lie straight. She just lay on her side, slightly arched.

When Qi Rongyue saw this, his eyebrows were slightly frowning. Old lady Zhou's illness seemed more serious than she thought.

It seems that what Zhou an knows is not all. In order to make her son less worried, the old lady didn't tell him the truth.

"Old lady, are you just suffering from low back pain? What about the back? Does your back hurt? "

The old lady looked at Qi Rongyue in surprise and her son again. No, she never told her son about her backache. How could miss Qi know?

Qi Rongyue said: "it should not only hurt your back, but also your chest, right?"

On one side of Zhou an's face was surprised, then he hurried to his mother and said, "mother, Miss Qi is asking you something, please say it quickly!"

Old lady Zhou knew that she could not hide it. She could only nod her head and say, "it hurts. It hurts on her back. It hurts on her chest."

"Coughing up blood?" Qi Rongyue asked again.

Mrs. Zhou shook her head. "No, she doesn't cough very much."

Qi Rongyue sighed with relief and nodded: "it's good if she doesn't cough up blood. She's not terminally ill. If she coughs up blood, even if it's my master -" she suddenly felt speechless, so she shouldn't mention the word "master" in front of them.

"In a word, it's a good thing not to cough up blood. Although it's more troublesome, it can still be cured. It's just that the disease has been delayed for so many years. If you want to recover completely, it's not the work of two days a day. Don't worry."

Old Mrs. Zhou waved her hand: "don't worry, don't worry. I've been through this for so long, and don't miss these days."

Qi Rongyue nodded, took the bag of needles and gave her the needles again, which can temporarily relieve the pain and make her turn over at night and sleep well like a normal person.

And these are great gifts for Mrs. Zhou. She doesn't know how long she hasn't had a good sleep.

Xueer brought a new set of cotton padded jacket. The cotton pants were fat. It was obviously specially selected for Mrs. Zhou.

When Mrs. Zhou saw me, she quickly waved her hand: "no, no, you can cure me for free. I can't thank you enough. Although my pants are broken, I can wear them after sewing."

Xueer put her padded jacket beside the old lady and said with a smile, "don't be polite, old lady. These things are ready-made and can't spend our money. If you don't wear them, they will be wasted."

"The old lady doesn't believe it:" such a good material must cost a lot of money, I can't accept it

Xue'er said with a smile: "you don't know. Before the opening of Rongyu hall, it was Xiaoji cloth shop."