I am no stranger to the two people Aunt Guan mentioned. Their families live near the Guan family.
There are three brothers in Ding Yimao's family. If you have one dime, you will get twenty or thirty cents. The three brothers came here on their shoulders and are all very close in age.
Therefore, he is considered a ruthless person in our village. When the three brothers fight together, few people will provoke him, so only Guan Tao can play with them.
Speaking of Cheng Qian, the Cheng family is relatively poor. It is strange that the richest Guan Tao can play with the poorest Cheng Qian.
Cheng Qian's parents were both drug addicts. They took medicine all the time for medical treatment and their family fortune was ruined. They could not even farm, so his family almost relied on subsidies for living.
The first place we arrived was the Cheng family. The yard here is low, the house is dark, and there are all kinds of debris scattered everywhere. They were all picked up by the Cheng family’s parents and wanted to see if they could still be used.
"Is Aunt Cheng at home?"
I stood politely at the door of the yard and greeted inside. There was a coughing sound of difficulty breathing in the room.
It took a long time for someone to open the door from the inside, leaning on the doorframe with a sickly look, slowly raising his head and asking us, "Who is it?"
"Aunt Cheng, this is us, Ye Sanman from the Ye family. Is Cheng Qian at home?"
I have not met this old woman a few times, who rarely walks around the village and spends most of her time sick on the kang at home. Today is the first time I have had real contact with her.
Looking at her current condition, not only is her condition very pessimistic, but there is also a layer of black energy on her face, which makes her look very bad. She looks a bit like when she saw Mrs. Bai before, as if she had seen someone who could move.
of dead people.
"Who is it, old lady, don't ask people to stand outside, please invite people in first!"
Cheng Qian's father's feeble voice came from the room.
Aunt Cheng slowly raised her hand and called us into the house. Avoiding the debris in the yard, we walked into the low main room.
The inside was in the same mess. It seemed that no one had cleaned up the house for a long time. When I walked into the east room, the clothes and bedding on the kang were in a mess. Cheng Qian's father was lying on the quilt with his back against the wall, half lying and half sitting.
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His complexion was not very good either, the blackness was even more obvious than that of Aunt Cheng, and a whirring sound of pulling on an old bellows could be clearly heard between his breaths.
"San Man, this is... are you here to find Cheng Qian? He is sick and is in his room. Look at how messed up I am. Don't mind!"
Although the old man looked very bad and was very ill, his attitude was still very kind and he greeted us warmly.
"Aunt Cheng, Uncle Cheng, please rest first. We just have something to ask Cheng Qian. Since he is sick, we just want to see him."
After coming out of the east room, we opened the door of the west room. What I didn't notice was that Lang Hongyi didn't follow me in, but stayed in the main room.
The situation in Cheng Qian's house was even messier than outside. People were indeed lying on the kang, but it seemed like there was a hole dug out of a pile of messy clothes and people were sleeping in it.
Who can expect a half-grown boy to have good hygiene habits, let alone being sick now?
"Cheng Qian...Cheng Qian?"
I tried to stand on the edge of the kang and screamed a few times, but Cheng Qian, who was facing inside, didn't move. I could only reach out and put my hand on his shoulder, and pulled him along.
Cheng Qian's body was indeed turned over, but that way gave me the feeling that I was touching a corpse.
Failing to follow gravity, he fell down on the edge of the kang, his head tilted under the pillow, and one hand drooped outside the kang.
I was so frightened that I pushed back several steps, calmed down my mind, and then continued to check.
"Cheng Qian, how are you?"
This time I saw Cheng Qian's face in full. He was indeed the same as Guan Tao. There was black air lingering on his face and body, his face was blue and black but pale, and his lips were an abnormal blue-purple color.
The person has obviously fallen into a coma, and his symptoms are the same as Guan Tao's. It is impossible to ask anything.
The small noise in the outhouse attracted me, and I went out to look into the main room.
Cheng Qian's parents obviously didn't pay attention to the commotion outside and lay down on the kang again.
This home gives people a really bad feeling, it is depressing and full of negative emotions and mess.
In this short period of time, the situation in the main room has improved a lot, and at least there is a passage for people to pass.
It's Lang Hongyi, he is quickly cleaning up everything.
I have to say that he was very fast. When he saw me coming out to check, he raised his head and asked, "How is Cheng Qian's situation?"
"Like Guan Tao, he is already unconscious."
I must have been infected by Lang Hongyi, so I took the broom and rag from his hand and gave him a packet of medicinal materials.
"I'll take care of the cleaning. I also need to clean up the house. I'll leave this technically demanding job to you. Don't use an iron pot. Boil this medicine and give it to all three of their families to drink."
"this is?"
Medicine is not taken randomly. This family obviously does not have the same disease. Lang Hongyi doesn’t understand what I am trying to do?
I shrugged my shoulders and started to continue the cleaning work. "I'm not a doctor, and I don't know much about treating diseases, but they are all invaded by yin energy. This is to remove yin and replenish yang for them. There will be no harm to anyone who drinks it."
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Accompanied by the fresh aroma of herbs brewed from traditional Chinese medicine, the general cleaning work inside and outside the house has been completed.
I stuffed all the clothes into cabinets, bagged all the garbage and carried it outside the hospital, and I cleaned up the dust and oil stains with my best efforts.
The water jar was filled with water, and a pot of white rice porridge was cooked in the big pot for the family of three.
The first was the Cheng family. Each of them drank a bowl of porridge with great gratitude, and then drank their medicine after my explanation.
"How is my family Cheng Qian? Nothing happened."
Facing these two old people, I didn't dare to say anything more, so I could only deal with it.
Taking medicine before Cheng was not so cooperative and smooth.
Lang Hongyi pried open his lips and teeth with a spoon, and I poured it in little by little with a bowl in hand. This yang-tonifying medicine was obviously more irritating to him.
Not long after it was in his stomach, he began to writhe uncomfortably. Lang Hongyi grabbed the swill bucket, and I dragged him to the edge of the kang. Cheng Qian was face down, with his eyes closed and his mouth wide open.
His body twitched and he began to vomit loudly. What he vomited was black and smelly pus.
There were also hair-like things mixed in, and the amount was definitely several times more than the bowl of soup we poured into it.
The slop bucket was almost full of vomit in the end, and I didn't even want to ask Lang Hongyi, who has a mysophobia, to carry it.
I endured my nausea, put on my gloves, and carried it out of the house. When I came in, I quickly opened the window to let in the fresh air from outside.
Lang Hongyi helped Cheng Qian lie down again, "His face looks better."
"It helps a little bit, but it treats the symptoms but not the root cause. You saw what he vomited. It's obvious that he also ate the fish he brought back."
It's just that I find it very strange that fish can spit out hair-like things after eating it.
"Now I'm worried about whether those two old people have eaten fish."
"Ask, if you ask clearly we can go to the next one."
We have stayed at Cheng's house for long enough. It is almost dinner time, and other families in the village are already preparing dinner.
Smoke curls from every house's cooking, and the aroma of food wafts along the paths in the village.