The ox cart arrived at the doorstep swiftly, and the family quickly alighted from it.
"Boss, you must go find the doctor right away."
"Yes," Yang Chun agreed and drove off with the ox cart.
Yang Ming carried his frail wife into the house, anxiously pulling at the bedding as he climbed onto the kang.
"Youngest, let Mom handle this," Yang Ming’s mother said hurriedly as she helped arrange the bedding.
Once the bedding was laid out, Yang Ming removed his wife’s outer clothing, placed her on the bedding, and covered her carefully.
Yang Ming’s mother hurried to heat the kang and boil water, fussing over everything in case her daughter-in-law needed it soon.
Yang Ming just sat beside her, gazing at his wife; calling her many tis along the way, but he could not wake her as she fell into a deep coma again.
How ill was his wife’s body really? She had been treated after her last coma; why had she fallen into a coma again?
Thinking back on the day’s events, it was truly bizarre; his wife had acted so abnormally. What was so special about that bracelet that it caused such a severe reaction in her?
"Has the youngest sister-in-law awakened?" Yang Gang’s wife had heard all about it on the way and, without even entering the house, she anxiously asked.
"Not yet," Yang Ming replied without turning back to his sister-in-law.
As they entered the room and saw Xiaoxiao lying there, pale-faced, they all felt saddened, "Youngest, don’t worry. Your wife was like this last ti too, she’ll wake up soon."
"Yes."
He hoped so, he was truly afraid of losing his wife. Every ti, he felt unbearably heartbroken; he truly couldn’t be without her.
The family stayed in the room, keeping vigil over Xiaoxiao and waiting for the doctor, and soon Yang Chun brought the town’s doctor.
Seeing the doctor arrive, Yang Ming excitedly jumped down from the kang, grabbing the doctor’s arm, "Doctor, please check on her, my wife has fainted again."
"Don’t panic, I will take her pulse right now," the doctor said.
The doctor approached the edge of the kang, and Yang Ming presented his wife’s arm. The doctor placed his hand on Xiaoxiao’s pulse, his expression growing more serious as he felt it, and after a mont, he withdrew his hand.
"Doctor, how is my wife?" As soon as the doctor finished, Yang Ming imdiately inquired.
The old doctor shook his head, sighing, "Forgive my limited dical skills, but you should seek more competent help."
Upon hearing this, everyone in the room was shocked. Was the youngest son’s wife’s illness so serious that even the town’s doctor was helpless?
Yang Ming’s head buzzed, and he felt faint, "Doctor, why would you say such a thing?"
What did the doctor an? Was it that he couldn’t treat her, or was she beyond help?
"From her pulse, I fear she won’t live much longer."
Yang Ming could hardly believe his ears. His wife, who had been lively just this morning, couldn’t live much longer? In disbelief, he grabbed the doctor’s collar, roaring, "What are you saying? What do you an she won’t live long?"
"Youngest, don’t get agitated, listen to what the doctor has to say," Yang’s father rebuked from the side.
Yang Ming then let go of his hand, apologetic due to his outburst, "Sorry, doctor, could you explain more clearly?"
The old doctor sighed again, "Ah, in my opinion, your wife might not last more than five days."
At these words, Yang Ming’s body jerked, nearly collapsing; Yang Chun quickly supported him, "Youngest, you mustn’t fall."
"Perhaps my dical skills fall short. You should urgently seek another doctor to try," the doctor added.
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