Rebirth of a Village Girl

Chapter 160: 083: Home visit, Li Xianxian commits suicide_2

Madame Mo nodded, “Yes, Xiaodie has indeed improved a lot thanks to Xianxian. But later, a divine doctor will be coming to check on Xiaodie.”

“Is it that divine doctor from Jiangnan?” Mrs. Zheng continued to ask.

Madame Mo said, “No, it’s the doctor who cured Guobao.”

“Guobao is well?” Mrs. Zheng expressed her surprise, “Suhua, is this true?”

Zhou Suhua nodded, “It’s true.”

Mrs. Zheng went on, “Where is Guobao?”

Zhou Suhua replied with a smile, “He’s inside chatting with Xiaodie. Let me call him out for you.”

“Alright.” Mrs. Zheng nodded.

Shortly after, Zhou Suhua brought Yang Guobao out from the room.

“Hello, Granny Zheng and Sister Xianjing,” Yang Guobao greeted politely.

“Come here. Let me take a good look at you,” Mrs. Zheng summoned Yang Guobao.

Yang Guobao approached.

Mrs. Zheng first felt Yang Guobao’s forehead and then his hands, pausing for a long while before confirming, “He’s cured! He’s truly cured!”

In a sick person, it’s normally cold at the root of the nose and the acupuncture point in the middle of the palm. However, those points in Yang Guobao were no different from a healthy person’s.

“Granny Zheng, of course I’m cured,” Yang Guobao said proudly, “My Sister Ni Yang is very awesome!”

“Sister Ni Yang?” Mrs. Zheng was somewhat puzzled.

Zhou Suhua from aside explained, “Sister Ni Yang is the divine doctor who cured Guobao.”

“Oh.” Mrs. Zheng nodded.

Then Yang Guobao continued to say, “Let me tell you, Granny Zheng. Not only is my Sister Ni Yang good with medical skills, but she is also very beautiful! If you meet her, you’re sure to like her a lot.”

Mrs. Mo teased from the side, “Is your Sister Ni Yang more beautiful than Sister Xianjing?”

Yang Guobao glanced at Zheng Xianjing. After a moment, resting his chin on his hand, he answered seriously, “Well, Sister Ni Yang is a bit more beautiful than Sister Xianjing.”

In truth, she was much more beautiful!

But Yang Guobao felt shy to say it out loud. His mother had taught him that one should not only be honest, but also diplomatic, in dealing with others. One should always leave some face for the other party.

By declaring that Sister Ni Yang was multiple times more beautiful than Sister Xianjing, he was sure to embarrass her.

Yang Guobao’s earnest demeanor amused the three elderly people and made them laugh heartily.

Zheng Xianjing was also smiling, but there was a flash of strong resentment hidden in her bowed eyes.

What a brat!

Does he even know what to say?

Even Li Xianxian isn’t as beautiful as her. How could a simple country doctor possibly compare to her?

Her previously good mood was completely ruined by the child’s words.

When Wang Meifeng arrived at the Ni family’s home, she found Ni Yang watering the plants in the vegetable garden.

Wang Meifeng relayed the situation regarding Mo Hudie to Ni Yang. After bidding Ni Cuihua goodbye, Ni Yang took some emergency medicine and got into the car with Wang Meifeng.

“Xiaodie is thirteen this year. She got sick when she was around nine or ten and has been bedridden since then. She’s a pitiful child. Yangyang, you don’t need to stress. We’ll just go and take a look. If we can’t treat her, it’s okay.” After all, Mo Hudie’s illness was completely different from Yang Guobao’s, and Wang Meifeng didn’t want to put too much pressure on Ni Yang.

Ni Yang nodded, “I understand.”

The car was fast, and they soon arrived at the Mo’s residence.

As soon as the car door was opened, Yang Guobao rushed out from the courtyard and hugged Ni Yang, “Sister Ni Yang, you’re here!”

“Guobao.” Ni Yang patted Yang Guobao’s head.

Then, Yang Guobao introduced Ni Yang to Mrs. Mo and Mrs. Zheng who were standing behind him, “Granny Mo, Granny Zheng, this is my Sister Ni Yang!”

Ni Yang nodded politely, “Nice to meet you.”

Mrs. Zheng stared at Ni Yang, momentarily at a loss for words.

This girl…

Why did she find this girl so familiar?

Mrs. Zheng even had a sudden impulse to embrace Ni Yang.

Zheng Xianjing glanced at Mrs. Zheng and suddenly felt a sense of irritation. This expression on Mrs. Zheng’s face was all too familiar—it was the same face she wore every time she thought about her deceased daughter.

That person was already dead. Couldn’t she care a little bit more about the feelings of the living beside her?