Re-embroidering life

Chapter 163 Repeat

The days slowed down unconsciously, and Shui Qinghua began to follow a new rhythm, working only half a day at the Shuixiu Workshop and resting at home for the rest of the day. However, this did not alleviate her frequent dizziness symptoms, and she gradually felt a strong sense of uneasiness in her heart. She thought that she should see a doctor as soon as possible.

Ji Zimo just came back from going out, Shui Qinghua went to meet him, their eyes met, and then they smiled sweetly. Shui Qinghua naturally took the outer robe that Ji Zimo took off, walked to the bed and hung it up. Just as she turned around, she felt dizzy, her eyes went dark, her body lost support, and she fell to the ground.

Ji Zimo's heart instantly shrank into a ball. He screamed, quickly picked up Shui Qinghua and put her on the bed, shouting for someone to call a doctor. The maids in the third room heard the noise and rushed into the room. They were so shocked to see this scene that their faces turned pale.

After a cup of tea, the doctor who had examined Ji Zimo's pulse a few days ago came hurriedly. After feeling Shui Qinghua's pulse, he couldn't help but frowned.

"Did your wife have any previous illness?" the doctor asked in a deep voice.

Ji Zimo's heart sank to the bottom: "Yes, but she recovered four years ago."

The doctor shook his head and sighed, "Her illness was caused by overwork. She should not overwork herself and needs to take good care of herself. Now her old illness has relapsed."

Relapse of old illness? These four words were like a bolt from the blue, and Ji Zimo was terrified.

The doctor sighed helplessly: "We can do our best and leave the rest to fate. I'll prescribe some medicine, but whether she can wake up depends on her luck."

The two children had been guarding their mother's bedside since Shui Qinghua fainted. Ji Rui was so scared that she cried loudly at first, but gradually calmed down after Ji Wei comforted her. Ji Wei found Ji Zimo and said anxiously, "Dad, please ask the famous doctor Chen to treat mom. Wasn't mom cured by the famous doctor and his wife?"

Ji Zimo woke up from his dream and hurriedly asked someone to take a name card to invite famous doctor Chen. Soon, the person he sent came back, and the news he brought made Ji Zimo feel heartbroken - famous doctor Chen was old and had passed away three months ago.

Ji Wei asked again: "Where is Old Madam Chen?"

The man replied, "Mrs. Chen is old and has been bedridden due to the shock of her husband's death."

Ji Wei thought for a moment and said, "I heard from mother that there is another doctor named Cai, who is the first disciple of famous doctor Chen. Dad sent someone to invite him! Let fourth uncle go and invite him. They know each other."

Ji Zimo nodded repeatedly. He was already confused and couldn't imagine what would happen to him if he lost Shui Qinghua. At this time, the young Ji Wei was calmer than him.

About half a day later, Doctor Cai arrived breathlessly, dragged by Dou Jianzhi. Before he could catch his breath, Ji Zimo pulled him to the bedside and urged him to feel his pulse.

Doctor Cai calmed his breathing, concentrated on feeling the patient's pulse, and his brows furrowed more and more.

"Madam's old illness has relapsed and it is very severe and dangerous. I can only do my best." Doctor Cai said in a deep voice.

A glimmer of hope ignited in Ji Zimo's heart: "Doctor Cai, please save her no matter what."

Doctor Cai began to give Shui Qinghua acupuncture. After an hour, his face was covered with sweat. He let out a long breath, and Shui Qinghua's breathing gradually stabilized. Her face was peaceful and serene, as if she was just immersed in a dream that she didn't want to wake up from.

Shui Yuhua rushed over after hearing the news. Looking at her sister lying on the couch, her heart felt like it was hit by a heavy hammer. She covered her mouth tightly with her hands, tears streaming down her face, but she did not dare to cry out loud.

Tang Hao stood outside the door, looking at Yuhua sadly, his face full of struggle. He didn't know whether the news he brought would bring more hope or more trouble to Zimo and Yuhua.

He took a deep breath, mustered up his courage, pulled Ji Zimo aside, and whispered, "Brother Zimo, there is a way that may be able to save my sister-in-law."

Ji Zimo's eyes lit up instantly, as if he saw a ray of light in the darkness. He asked anxiously, "What method? As long as Qinghua can be saved, I will spare no expense."

Tang Hao hesitated: "I can't explain it clearly. My elder sister asked me to tell her. She said...if you want to save my sister-in-law, go to the Tang Mansion."

Ji Zimo's heart was suddenly filled with turmoil. His wife had described to him the scene of her last life. In that life, she had become ill due to overwork and died of old age. At the last moment of her life, he was led to the Tang family. She speculated that the Tang family used an elixir as a lure to force him to divorce his wife and remarry, and no matter what choice he made, he was destined to lose his wife. In the end, one of them died in desperate waiting, and the other lived like a walking corpse, neither of them could be happy.

After listening to Qinghua's story, he felt heartbroken for a long time because he failed to save his wife at that time. He also chewed over every detail she told him late at night, asking himself, if history repeated itself, what choice should he make?

His memory was like a book he had read countless times, every detail was as clear as yesterday. And the scene before him was surprisingly consistent with the past life Qinghua had described.

Ji Zimo walked to the bedside and gently held his wife's hand. Although her hand was cold, his heart was warmed by the touch. He closed his eyes and said silently in his heart: "Qinghua, in this life, I will never let tragedy happen again."

Ji Zimo told Tang Hao that Shui Qinghua was in danger and he would never leave her alone. No matter what the Tang family had to say, they should come to Ji's house and talk it out face to face.

At the same time, he invited Doctor Cai again and asked about the elixir. Doctor Cai twisted his chin and said, "Snow Lotus Pill? I would have forgotten if you hadn't mentioned it. This medicine can indeed save Madam's life and buy time for treatment. But it is too rare and there is no more left in the Chen Mansion. Do you have a chance to find it?"

Ji Zimo understood in his heart: "There is no medicine left in my house, but there may be one last pill in this world."

On the second day, Tang Qian, the head of the Tang family, brought Tang Fu to Ji's house.

Ji Zimo went to the door to greet him. Tang Qian showed concern and patted Ji Zimo on the shoulder: "Good luck will come to you. Don't worry, your wife will be fine." After that, he sighed and turned to look at his sister: "You two can talk. Big brother will go to Brother Zixuan's study and wait."

Ji Zimo hadn't seen Tang Fu for several years. Perhaps because she was a widow, she looked much more plain than the last time they met. She was not as fresh and tender as before, and there were faint wrinkles at the corners of her eyes, but this did not detract from her beauty, but added a bit of mature lady's charm. The small cinnabar mole in the middle of her eyebrows, set off by her plain clothes, gave her a different kind of elegance.

Ji Zimo led her to the flower hall of Hibiscus Garden and opened all the doors and windows. Through the windows, Ji Zimo could see the curtains in front of Shui Qinghua's bed from afar. Ji Wei and the maid were guarding there, so he would be the first to know if there was any situation.

"Miss Tang, do you think there is a way to save my wife?" Without any greetings, Ji Zimo went straight to the point.

Tang Fu seemed a little surprised by such an opening remark. She raised her pitiful face and said, "Brother Zimo, I know that you two love each other, and I can't bear to see my sister-in-law die so young. I have a magic pill that I have treasured for many years, and I am willing to give it to you, Brother Zimo."

Sure enough!

Ji Zimo recalled the scenes of his previous life, and his mind was clear. There was no emotion on his face, only coldness and numbness, and even a hint of disgust.

"Tell me your conditions." Ji Zimo said.