And when Yang Ruyu saw the face of the person before her, her eyes widened in shock. "Unc... Uncle... Uncle?" But then she suddenly felt that something was off. Her uncle had been dead for five or six years now, how could he be here? She quickly covered her mouth.
The man lying on the bed was Yang Baiyue, who had become Mo Wenjie. After being bitten by a snake last time, his health had been poor. He had seen nearly all the doctors in the county, but none could cure him. Taking medicine would relieve his symptoms a bit, but they would flare up again soon after, alternating between bursts of cold and heat. When cold, covering himself with two quilts did nothing, and when hot, even lying on a basin of ice felt like his whole body was burning...