Second uncle Huang Qiang's voice came out with a hint of joy.
Seeing his second uncle like this, Yang Zimei felt sad.
He was only one year older than his mother, but he had aged prematurely. He was as thin as a log, with a slightly hunched back, dry white hair all over his head, sunken eyes, and a sad face.
The heavy burden on the family and the coercion and oppression from his wife turned a middle-aged man who was supposed to be in his prime into a miserable old man.
Thinking of the time in his last life when he secretly gave himself bread in the middle of the night, and seeing her sobbing face and sighing, Yang Zimei became even more sad.
"Xiuli, are you here?"
Huang Qiang's dull eyes lit up slightly. He and Huang Xiuli were about the same age. The two had been close friends since childhood. They were very happy to see their sister coming.
"Second brother——"
Seeing her second brother aging and haggard like this, Huang Xiuli screamed with a choked voice, walked forward, and held his hand that was as black, thin, rough and cracked as a dead tree, "How did you become like this?"
"I am fine."
Huang Qiang looked at his sister who was cleanly dressed and rosy, looking like she was ten years younger, and said calmly, "I know you have moved to the city, but you have been busy, and as a brother, I have no way to see you."
"It's okay to go there later."
Huang Xiuli held her second brother's hand tightly and asked with concern, "Second brother, are you still in bad health? Is there something wrong with your waist?"
More than ten years ago, Huang Qiang fell from a mountain and broke his back. He did not have much money for thorough treatment, so he suffered from many sequelae. He could not do heavy physical work and was scolded by his wife every day.
"It's not a big deal." Huang Qiang didn't want his sister to worry about him, so he hid it.
"What's not a big deal? The pain is so painful that I can't sleep every night. I cry like a ghost and howl like a wolf. I can't carry a burden like a man."
The second aunt looked at Huang Xiuli expectantly, "Xiuli, you are now prosperous in the city. Since your second brother treats you so well, you should take him to a good hospital in the city. Otherwise,
I really can’t stand it.”
"Niuniu is better than the doctors in the hospital. Just let Niuniu help you."
Huang Xiuli looked back at Yang Zimei expectantly.
"Xiuli, aren't you trying to trick my Huang Qiang just to save a few dollars? How old is Niuniu? She has medical skills. Don't make my Huang Qiang disabled."
When the second aunt heard that Huang Xiuli refused to take Huang Qiang to the city hospital, her face immediately dropped.
"this……"
Huang Xiuli was a little embarrassed and didn't know what to say.
"Second aunt, I have been practicing acupuncture with an old Chinese medicine practitioner since I was a child. I am confident that my medical skills are passable. If I really can't cure it, I will pay for my second uncle to go to the hospital and treat it until it is cured."
Yang Zimei held back her anger.
As soon as she heard Yang Zimei talk about money, the second aunt's eyes lit up, she looked at Huang Xiuli and asked, "Xiuli, you heard what Niu Niu said. Niu Niu said she would provide the money, so you wouldn't refuse to pay, right?"
"He is my second brother, and I won't begrudge the money."
Huang Xiuli was a little angry.
"Let Niu Niu look at it for me."
For some reason, Huang Qiang felt that the little niece in front of him looked very different, and he unconsciously believed that she might really heal him.
"Let's talk after we enter the house." Huang Xiuli said.
Yang Zimei nodded and followed them into the house.