Because of the gradually deteriorating environment of modern society, the toxic food produced by unscrupulous businesses, and all other negative impacts of technological progress...

I didn’t expect that this kind of disease would exist in this purely natural ancient society.

Grandma Gapo Sun died of esophageal cancer, and now her godmother's life is about to end due to breast cancer.

Yang Ruoqing didn't know what to do or say. Even though Zichuan and Tangyazi were in high positions, and even though she had more money than she could spend in several lifetimes, these things had no effect at all in the face of the disease!

"The doctor didn't prescribe any medicine, so he asked me to stay with my mother and get her some nourishing food."

Mu Zichuan's sad voice sounded softly.

"I beg the doctor to prescribe some medicine. If he doesn't prescribe any medicine, my mother will definitely notice it. I can't bear to let her live in panic and despair in the last short time..."

Having said this, Mu Zichuan turned sideways and raised his head.

Yang Ruoqing clearly saw the moisture in the corners of his eyes.

A man doesn't shed tears easily because he hasn't reached the point where he feels sad.

"My godmother is blessed by God. Maybe God will send a miracle." She said.

Mu Zichuan smiled bitterly.

If God had truly blessed me, I would not have punished my mother with such pain.

Although he didn't believe it in his heart, he still said to Yang Ruoqing: "Then let me lend you some good words, Qing'er, I'm going back first, my mother is alone at home, and I don't worry if I stay outside for too long."

Yang Ruoqing nodded repeatedly: "Okay, you go back quickly, I will go over to visit my godmother later."

Mu Zichuan looked at her deeply and said, "Qing'er, thank you very much."

Yang Ruoqing curled her lips: "You're welcome. Even if this happens to other aunts and aunts I know well in the village, I will go visit them, let alone my godmother."

"It's a pity that my medical skills are limited and I can't do anything to be my godmother..."

Yang Ruoqing interrupted herself, raised her head and said, "Forget it, let's not talk about this anymore. Go back quickly and take good care of your godmother."

Looking at Mu Zichuan's figure gradually disappearing, Yang Ruoqing could only sigh.

"Zichuan is really a person with a bad life." Luo Fengtang came to her side at some point, and sighed softly with her as he watched Mu Zichuan's retreating back.

Yang Ruoqing frowned, "Hey, that's right, his father passed away when he was a few years old, and it was his mother who pulled him up like shit."

"Old Mu's family is already very thin, and his father doesn't have any brothers or sisters, so he can't help."

"It's really not easy for them, orphans and widowers, to live in the village. But although my godmother is a woman, she has goals and is very strong."

"I forced him to study hard, and offered to help him study, but he also managed to get into the top three universities."

"It was only a few years after these happy days that my godmother contracted an incurable disease. Oh, God is so cruel. If you don't see beautiful things, do you have to destroy them with your own hands?"

Yang Ruoqing murmured, leaning back and resting her head on Luo Fengtang's shoulder, feeling weak and tired.

In my last life, I was young and frivolous, and I always believed that I had no control over my destiny and that I could control my own destiny.

Since the soul piercing, her entire world view has been shaken.

The strange things she encountered along the way to find Mo Xie Jian once again changed her life beliefs.

It turns out that this world is not what we see with our naked eyes. There are many things that you cannot see, but they have always existed.

So, God, it’s natural, right?

He is like an invisible big hand, controlling a chessboard. Each of us, no matter how humble or arrogant you are in reality, is just a piece on the chessboard.

As long as he is on this chessboard, the fate of the chess pieces is not under his control, just like Sun Wukong fell into the palm of Tathagata Buddha. No matter how he toyed with his proud somersault cloud, he could not escape from Tathagata's palm.

Because the moment he fell into the palm of Tathagata, he was destined to lose.

"The sky is like a sword, and all things are like fish and meat. When I think that my godmother can only live for three months at most, and may not even be able to eat this year's New Year's Eve dinner, I feel very uncomfortable." Yang Ruoqing continued, raising her hand to caress her own.

My chest felt tight, as if a stone was pressing down on me.

What happened to her godmother once again brought back her memories of her grandmother...

Sensing her depression, Luo Fengtang gently held her hand.

"Qing'er, nothing is perfect in this world. Otherwise, how can we say that people are born with seven kinds of suffering?" Luo Fengtang comforted her.

"As a human being, our journey in this world seems to us to be only a few decades, which is too short for me."

"However, in the eyes of those flowers, birds, insects and fish, we are blessed by God and can live for such a long time."

"Don't go too far, let's just say that when I was a child, my uncle had a native dog named Dhuang."

"That dog lived for a full eleven years. It went from being a playful and naughty little puppy who liked to bite everywhere, to an old yellow dog that was too lazy to move and had lost all its teeth. In these eleven years,

To us people, it’s nothing, but when it comes to dogs, Lao Huang is a dog with a long life.”

"So, as human beings, we can't compare with gods. We can compare with those flowers, birds, insects, and fish. We have lived for decades, happily, and are worthy of heaven and earth. That's enough for us. Don't you think so?"

he asks.

Yang Ruoqing's eyes moved and she said, "Although this explanation seems a little far-fetched to me, your painstaking words made me feel a little more relaxed."

Luo Fengtang grinned. It was his responsibility to make his wife happy from being unhappy.

He held her shoulders and turned her around to face him.

"Instead of standing here sighing and feeling sorry for my godmother, it's better to do something real for her." He added.

"If you turn back to your godmother with such a bitter look on your face, it will only make her even more sad."

"Originally, she was sick and felt physically uncomfortable. Now she is suffering mentally. It's really not good. Do you think this is true?" He asked again.

This few words really touched Yang Ruoqing.

Her eyes flickered, looking enlightened.

"Well, that makes sense, then I'll take action now!" she said.

After thinking for a while, she had an idea.

"My godmother and Zichuan have just come back. There is a musty smell everywhere in the house, which is not good for your health."

"The bedding on their bed is probably damp. I will go find two beds of dry cotton wool, put on clean quilt covers and send them to them! Let them sleep more comfortably at night. What do you think of this idea?

" she asked.

Luo Fengtang naturally smiled and nodded.

Seeing that Yang Ruoqing was resurrected with full health and was still planning what to do next, Luo Fengtang was secretly relieved.

Girl, no matter what time it is, no matter what happens in the future, even if one day I die on the battlefield and never come back, you must remember what I said to you today.
Chapter completed!