Yichun, who was lying on the counter and looking into the side hall, had an expression on his face. When he saw that Wen Shaoru was about to carry the medicine box for her, he even said "Eh".
Su Yuanyuan's face froze, she pulled the belt and carried it on her body, pretending as if nothing happened.
"move."
She took the lead to walk out of the door. Wen Shaoru looked at Yichun with some embarrassment, said nothing, and quickly trotted to keep up with Su Yuanyuan.
Wen Shao Confucianism is located in Qingyi Lane in the east of the city, just past the market and further east.
Su Yuanyuan had never seen the houses there before. Compared with the small courtyards with green bricks and green tiles in the south of the city, the mud houses there could only be described as shabby.
As soon as we left the East Market, the original brick road disappeared and was replaced by a dirt road with ravines and difficult to navigate. In some places, there were many small puddles. Su Yuanyuan was wearing lotus root powder shoes, and the bottom layer was all stained.
Full of mud.
There was no other emotion on her face, but Wen Shaoru, who was following him, lowered his head in embarrassment, burying his embarrassment in his chest.
In front of an earthen house at the end of the alley, Su Yuanyuan stopped and looked at Wen Shaoru in confusion.
He pushed the fence door open and motioned for Su Yuanyuan to go in.
It was a small courtyard of less than ten square meters, with only three rooms, a kitchen on the south side, and two rooms on the west and north sides.
Each room was only about five square meters, and there was a bamboo cage on the ground. Two hens inside stretched out their heads to look at her and cooed twice.
There was an old woman who only wore a dark purple skirt, her gray hair was simply wrapped with a piece of cloth, and she only wore a pair of silver earrings on her ears. She couldn't be more plain.
"Mom! I brought Miss Su to check your eyes."
Mother Wen heard the sound and looked towards the door with her unfocused eyes, vaguely seeing a woman in a white skirt.
The woman was slender and standing there gracefully. When she looked at her, she seemed to be smiling slightly. At first glance, she did not look like an ordinary woman.
"Hey, hey, please quickly invite Miss Su to come in."
Mother Wen guided Su Yuanyuan into the room on the north side, fumbled around on the cabinet to find a rusty iron box, poured water into it, and brought it to Su Yuanyuan.
It was a very old and roughly made tea cup. Su Yuanyuan only glanced at it and did not drink it. Instead, she asked Wen's mother to sit down first, intending to check her eye problems.
"Yes, mother, please let Miss Su take a look first."
Wen Shaoru asked Wen's mother to sit next to Su Yuanyuan, and deliberately opened the door wider to let in the light.
Wen's mother was not too old, just over sixty years old. When she got a son, she wanted to give him the best and let him study and learn calligraphy.
But my eyes are getting worse every day.
Su Yuanyuan gently opened Wenmu's eyes. The old man's eyes had lost their original color, turning from dark brown to blue-gray. There were white protrusions on the pupils, which were obviously typical cataracts.
"This is a cataract, which is generally classified into traumatic and endocrine. I think what you have is a lens metabolism disorder caused by environmental factors in the eye."
What Su Yuanyuan said were all modern vocabulary that even Wen Shaoru, who had read the book, couldn't understand.
"Miss Su, I don't understand what you are saying!"
Mother Wen's eyes couldn't focus at all, and her eyes looking at Su Yuanyuan looked very empty.
"Just tell me if this disease can be cured?"
Su Yuanyuan nodded. Cataract is the most common disease among middle-aged and elderly people. Some people choose to cut it off directly and remove it from the root, while others choose conservative treatment and adjust their internal hormones to relieve it.
According to people of this era, they should not be able to accept someone having a knife on their eyeballs. Moreover, Wen's mother was old and did not have anti-inflammatory injections. Su Yuanyuan still recommended conservative treatment.
"It can be cured. Madam, I will prescribe a medicine for you first. You can take it first. After the hormone stabilizes, I will give you another medicine. In less than a month, your eyes will be able to see."
Su Yuanyuan was still very confident about this disease, and she dared to speak out to confirm the case for Wen's mother.
Upon hearing Su Yuanyuan's assurance, Mrs. Wen gratefully held Su Yuanyuan's hand and hunched over to thank her, "Thank you, Miss Su! You see it's almost dinner time, I'll go right away."
Cook and eat here today!"
As she spoke, she hunched over and went to the kitchen to cook.
Su Yuanyuan was shocked. It was her duty to treat patients and save people. She had never thought that she would have dinner at the patient's home.
She subconsciously stood up and was about to refuse, but Wen Shaoru pressed his shoulders with both hands and pushed her back onto the stool.
"You cured my mother's eye disease. She also wants to thank you. You can just do it at home."
Wen Shaoru said this to Su Yuanyuan, but his hand never moved away from her shoulder.
Su Yuanyuan didn't like to have physical contact with others. At this moment, her whole body was tense, and the hairs on her back stood up, like an unripe cucumber, full of burrs.
Am I afraid of eating your food?
What I'm afraid of is that you won't give me money!
Taking advantage of the emptiness when Wen Shaoru left, Su Yuanyuan looked around the small room. There were piles of dirty clothes on the earthen bed, and there were also dirty things on the floor. She moved her butt uncomfortably.
As the saying goes, eaters have short mouths and takers have short hands. How can she ask for medical expenses at this moment?
In the kitchen, Wen's mother was groping to light a fire to cook. Wen Shaoru bent down and walked into the small kitchen. The height of the kitchen was too low, so he could only keep bending his head.
There is a small cabinet over half a meter high on the other side of the wall, which is filled with ingredients.
Wen Shaoru took out a thin piece of pork with almost only skin from a small vegetable basket, and smiled and approached Wen's mother.
"Mom, let's stew this."
Although Wen's mother couldn't see clearly, her nose was very sensitive and she could guess what he was holding with just a slight sniff.
She frowned at first, clicked her tongue, and said in her usual persuasive tone to Wen Shaoru, "Son, this meat is enough for us to eat for a month!"
She quietly walked to the door with her little feet and looked into the north room. When she found that Su Yuanyuan hadn't noticed, she deliberately lowered her voice and gently patted Wen Shaoru's hand holding the pork, feeling a little jealous.
What Gang meant was, "Even if you like her no matter how much you like her, you can't get too used to her and don't weigh her in your heart whether she's worthy of her or not?"
She had long heard about this Miss Su from her son. She had been married a long time ago and had given birth to children. Her family was a little poor, but she was more than enough to support her. In exchange for a month's worth of pork, she
