Chapter 292: Chapter 290: Ye Xiaotong’s Ending
Those bumps that showed signs of healing have all festered!
Red blood, yellow pus, and you can even see the bright flesh under the broken skin.
Ye Xiaotong was so scared she almost bit through her lip.
"Mom! Mom! Come over here!"
"Mom!"
She called desperately, her voice cracking.
Yang Xiumei was already waiting outside, and upon hearing her call, she immediately pushed the door open and came in.
"How did it end up like this!"
"Xiao-Xiaotong, does it hurt a lot? It looks so painful. What should we do."
Yang Xiumei was also greatly shocked by the sight, her speech faltering.
"Sob sob, I was hit by a previous customer. He kicked me, I’m in so much pain, Mom. Mom, save me."
Ye Xiaotong couldn’t hold back anymore, crying tearfully, looking so pitiful.
Yang Xiumei was at a loss, unsure of what to do.
This level of injury cannot be cleaned at home with water; it would surely cause an infection!
"How about Mom takes you to the hospital? Let’s go to the hospital for disinfection."
This was the only solution she could think of.
Ye Xiaotong also saw no other option.
But she couldn’t wear pants, so she changed into a long dress and went straight to the hospital.
It’s not shameful to treat syphilis, but as a woman, having that area beaten to such a state was mortifying.
Ye Xiaotong felt she had long lost her dignity, but when the doctor frowned and helped her examine and disinfect, she felt she lost the last shred of pride she had.
Because this disease inherently weakens the body’s immunity, increasing the risk of infection, it requires extra caution usually.
She now had a large open wound, further elevating the risk of infection, so the doctor required her to stay in the hospital for a day, take anti-inflammatory injections, and observe the condition.
She was truly afraid, and did whatever the doctor instructed.
But the next day, she still developed a fever.
The high fever came unexpectedly; by the time she realized, her whole body was weak, her head was spinning, and she couldn’t get out of bed.
Yang Xiumei stayed by her bedside, and the doctor administered fever-reducing and anti-inflammatory medications again.
She still had to take syphilis treatment medicines.
From that day on, she entered an endless routine of medicine intake and injections.
Every time the high fever seemed to improve, cold symptoms would emerge, sometimes inexplicable bleeding occurred, along with many other small ailments and pains worsening, never improving.
At first, Yang Xiumei stayed in the hospital daily, later bringing Wu along.
But the child was restless, constantly wanting to run outside.
Yang Xiumei had no choice but to go out looking for the child, often spending half a day.
Ye Xiaotong lay in bed all day gazing at the ceiling, contemplating life.
She always felt that her life had no worth.
Though she had gotten the man she yearned for in her past life and lived a financially carefree life, upon careful reflection, these few years were far more painful than her exhausting life of decades in her past life.
Her past life was full of hardships; she was a workaholic, envying others’ good lives and envying Ye Manman’s fortune even on her deathbed.
In this life, she rid herself of a life of toil, yet still couldn’t escape a tragic fate.
In this life, she lost her dignity, lost herself, and may have to carry this disease, which everyone despises, lying in bed awaiting death.
It’s truly not worth it at all.
Where did she go wrong?
Clearly, she learned to do everything as Ye Manman did in her past life.
She should have been able to live a happy life like Ye Manman.
Why did the Xie family go bankrupt, and why was Xie Fengmian suddenly imprisoned?
Why was it wrong whether she relied on others or herself in the end?
She really couldn’t understand.
But she didn’t think for long.
The multitude of aches and pains in her body, combined with the medication and injections, kept her drowsy all day; she soon fell asleep.
Though Ye Xiaotong thought she might be lying in bed waiting to die, once her money ran out, even the hospital wouldn’t let her stay anymore.
This illness, she had no money to treat it.
Moreover, she couldn’t afford to renew her rent.
After the previous year expired, she changed to paying every three months, and later, with little money for treatment, negotiated monthly payments.
When she returned home from the hospital, she couldn’t afford to live in that house anymore.
Yang Xiumei suggested she return to the village at least where she has her family, and a house to live in.
