Chapter 915 It turns out that it can make people so comfortable (2 more)
When Mrs. Dong heard this, her hands clenched into fists in her sleeves uncontrollably.
Brothers and sisters, brothers and sisters, those damn brothers and sisters again!
Ms. Dong knelt down on the futon, trying hard to stop thinking about these things and focus on the monks' chanting.
She kept telling herself in her mind, relax, don't think about it, just like before, just endure it and it will be over.
But for some reason, the sound of chanting not only failed to relieve her anxiety, but instead made her feel more and more irritable.
Now she really regrets that she should not have listened to Mrs. Shen and accompanied Mr. Shen to see the doctor.
Life used to be so good in my hometown.
Although it seems now that he is just pretending.
But so what? Hasn’t it been like this for more than 20 years?
Even if she knew it was an illusion, as long as he was still willing to pretend, willing to lie to her and coax her, she could deceive herself and find some sweetness to coax herself to continue living.
She originally had no other extravagant hopes, and even thought that as long as she was the one who stayed with him until his death, why should she care who he pretended to be in his heart?
But why! Why did she have to tear even the last layer of fig leaf to pieces!
So many years of forbearance and repression had brought her to the brink of collapse.
And this trip to Wuchang Mansion shattered the illusion she had spun for herself.
Ms. Dong didn't know what was wrong with her. Not only were these thoughts lingering in her mind, but she also gradually began to want to yawn.
She endured it for a long time but still couldn't control it, so she turned sideways and secretly yawned.
Unexpectedly, a series of yawns followed, tears flowed down uncontrollably, breathing began to feel a little unsmooth, and there was a slight discomfort in the chest.
Ms. Dong thought to herself, what on earth has happened to her?
The maid on the side quickly noticed something was wrong with her, and quickly stepped forward and asked in a low voice: "Is Madam uncomfortable somewhere?"
At this time, Mrs. Dong had begun to feel cold all over and was shivering.
When Old Mrs. Shen heard the noise, she turned around and was about to scold Mrs. Dong, but she saw that her face was pale, her forehead was covered with cold sweat, and her body was shaking uncontrollably. It didn't look like she was pretending.
"What's going on?" First Bao'er, then Dong, Mrs. Shen's heart was already beginning to panic.
Obviously I came here to burn incense in the hope that someone would save me from danger, and everything went well. Who knew that even the process of burning incense and worshiping the Buddha was so unsatisfactory.
"Hurry up and help him back!" Old Mrs. Shen had no intention of asking what happened to Mrs. Dong at this time, she just wanted to keep her eyes out of sight.
Seeing the maid helping Mr. Dong out, she thought for a moment and said, "Push the boss back too. He is not in good health and cannot stay up late."
After saying that, she looked back at Shen Yunhui, narrowed her eyes slightly and asked, "Are you feeling uncomfortable in any way? If so, please tell me immediately!"
Shen Yunhui was so frightened that she broke into sweat and said hurriedly: "To my grandmother, my granddaughter is not feeling uncomfortable."
"Then you stay here with me!" After Mrs. Shen said that, she closed her eyes again, followed the monks' chanting, and twirled the beads in her hand.
Shen Yunhui took a deep breath and felt that she was so useless. If she had just said that she was not feeling well, could she have gone back?
But it was too late to think about anything now. She knew that she didn't have the guts to talk to Mrs. Shen like that.
After Mrs. Dong returned to her room and wrapped herself in two layers of quilts, she still felt uncomfortable.
After being helped to bed by the maid, she was still thinking, would she die in Wuchang Mansion like this?
For a moment, she felt that all her thoughts were in despair. Would she not be able to see her parents' family for the last time before she died?
For a while, I felt that it would be nice to die like this. I wouldn't have to worry about these things anymore, and I wouldn't have to see my parents sad.
When Mrs. Dong was in bed, feeling that life was worse than death, Mr. Shen was also pushed back by the maid.
After he entered the house, he did not go over to ask about Dong's situation. Instead, he sent all the servants out of the house and turned around to bolt the door.
"Master?" Mrs. Dong was a little confused and a little disappointed.
Even if the person in his heart has never been him, after all, after sharing the same bed for so many years, even if he has a kitten or puppy, he should still have some concern for him after all these years, right?
Then I saw Mr. Shen wheeling his wheelchair to the side, opening the cabinet, and taking out the things he usually used to smoke opium.
"Master, are you feeling uncomfortable again?" Dong asked subconsciously, and began to despise herself in her heart.
Why are you so mean!
People don't care that you're uncomfortable, why do you want to put your hot face on your cold ass!
Mr. Shen didn't say anything. He loaded the pipe skillfully, put the drug in it and lit it.
He took two puffs himself first, showing a satisfied look.
Then he rolled his wheelchair to the bedside and blew a puff of cigarette at Mr. Dong who was in distress.
"Ahem, sir, what are you doing..."
Mrs. Dong was choked and coughed, and just about to get angry, Master Shen asked: "Take a deep breath and inhale the cigarette to see if you feel better?"
"Huh?" Mr. Dong was stunned when he heard this. Could it be that he was caring about himself?
Before she could ask, Mr. Shen blew two more puffs of smoke over her.
"Why are you dazed? You will feel better after taking two puffs."
Dong took a deep breath suspiciously, and inhaled the smoke he blew into his body.
Then she tried to feel it again, and she really felt a lot more comfortable.
"What on earth is going on?" Dong was surprised.
Seeing that she was no longer trembling, Mr. Shen calmly took a few more puffs and said, "Maybe you were by my side every time I took it, so I got a little addicted.
"You felt so uncomfortable just now because you are an addict.
"It's okay. At worst, we can smoke together from now on, and it won't be short of yours."
Even though he said that, Mr. Dong was still a little worried.
Although she didn't know the dangers of opium, being addicted to it didn't sound like a good thing.
So she took a few puffs under the light and felt that she was no longer uncomfortable, so she lay back on the bed.
This was the first time for Mr. Dong to inhale the smoke of afurong so intensively, so it took effect quickly.
Not only did she no longer feel uncomfortable, but she also felt as light as a cloud, being carried by the breeze and floating in the air.
What Mr. Shen, Liu Yaxuan, Mrs. Shen, Shen Tianshu, Lady Tong...
All the people and things that bothered her were blown away by the wind and far away from her.
It turns out that aphrodisiac can make people feel so comfortable. No wonder the old man couldn’t live without it ever since he started taking it.
Ms. Dong looked at the tent ceiling, her eyes gradually blurred, and a long-lost smile appeared on her face.