Chapter 158: Helping You
Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
Upon hearing his mother’s words, Ma Biao, who was initially furious, suddenly deflated like a balloon. His aura weakened all of a sudden. He opened his mouth and wanted to refute it, but his throat was itchy and he couldn’t say anything.
Aunt Mei was taken aback. She asked in amazement, “Do you like that woman?” After asking this question, Aunt Mei coldly snorted and added mockingly,
“Well, that woman is so beautiful. After all, don’t all men prefer beautiful women?”
Ma Biao fell silent.
Aunt Mei stared at her silent son, feeling both frustrated and helpless.
Ye Ling followed Mei Lian into a simple room filled with firewood and hay. To be accurate, it couldn’t be termed a room. It was more like a storage area for firewood and miscellaneous items.
Upon pushing the door open, Ye Ling was immediately greeted by a foul odor, a noxious mix of excrement, sweat, and vomit. The smell was so strong that Ye Ling almost gagged.
Mei Lian’s expression also soured. She gave Ye Ling an awkward smile and explained, “Ah Hui’s condition is truly dire, which is why we had no choice but to move her into the woodshed. Please take a look, and I’ll wait for you at the door.”
Mei Lian, it seemed, couldn’t endure the smell for even a second and hastily retreated from the woodshed.
Ye Ling took a couple of steps forward and spotted a young girl lying atop a heap of hay.
Ah Hui was covered in a filthy sheet, her hair disheveled as if it hadn’t been washed in ages, appearing greasy.
What puzzled Ye Ling even more was that the last time she had seen Ah Hui, she had sported a round, radiant face. However, the young girl before her now appeared painfully thin, her eye sockets pronounced, cheekbones jutting out, and chin as sharp as an awl.
Ye Ling approached Ah Hui cautiously and observed that she lay motionless, her eyes firmly shut. Her cheeks were an unhealthy wax yellow, and her two hands were weakly placed on her chest, twitching strangely from time to time.
Ah Hui was seriously ill.
Ye Ling softly called out, “Ah Hui! Ah Hui!”
Nonetheless, Ah Hui remained unresponsive.
Ye Ling furrowed her brow. She gently grasped Ah Hui’s hand and placed her fingers on Ah Hui’s wrist to assess her pulse.
Ah Hui’s pulse was exceedingly feeble, and her heart and spleen exhibited severe distress, indicating that Ah Hui had displayed symptoms of depression even before falling ill.
Excessive worrying and anxiety could harm the heart and spleen.
However, the primary reason for Ah Hui’s rapid decline in vitality was the witch doctor’s “treatment” method, which was essentially no different from a method of killing people.
Ye Ling put Ah Hui’s hand back and turned to look outside the door.
Mei Lian would not come in at the moment.
Ye Ling quickly entered her small world, gathered a few herbs, placed them in a stone bowl, and mashed them into rough pills.
After retrieving the pills from her small world, Ye Ling swiftly placed one in Ah Hui’s mouth, forcing her to swallow it.
Subsequently, Ye Ling took out two silver needles and inserted them into acupuncture points near Ah Hui’s temples.
A few seconds later, Ah Hui abruptly opened her eyes, gazing at Ye Ling in terror.
Ye Ling immediately lowered her voice and reassured her, “Ah Hui, don’t be afraid. I’m here to help you. I just gave you a pill. Your health will gradually improve over the next few days, but you mustn’t let anyone know about it. Keep pretending to be in the same state, okay?”
Although Ah Hui’s eyes held doubt, the beautiful woman before her had a resolute and gentle gaze. She appeared like a merciful goddess, making Ah Hui, in her confused state, believe that a heavenly figure had descended to rescue her. She nodded vigorously.
“Do you wish to leave this place forever?” Ye Ling asked. “If you want to, I’ll find a way to help you.”
Ah Hui nodded eagerly.
“Alright, I’ll come back to see you soon. For now, get some rest.” Ye Ling retrieved the silver needles. Ah Hui’s eyelids quickly grew heavy, and she blinked slowly twice, returning to her unconscious state.
Ye Ling put away the silver needles, stood up, and pushed open the door of the woodshed. She saw Mei Lian squatting on the ground with a plastic basin in front of her. It held some vegetables that she was washing with well water.
“I’ve finished checking,” Ye Ling said.
Mei Lian quickly stood up, shaking the water off her hands. “Great, then go to the living room. My Mom is waiting for you.”
Ye Ling entered the living room and found Aunt Mei and Ma Biao seated on opposite sides of the table. She wasn’t sure what had transpired between them, but the atmosphere was tense.
“I’ve now assessed the patient’s condition,” Ye Ling explained. “I can determine the precise dosage of the medicine..”
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