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In her lifetime, the luckiest thing was meeting her husband, who gave her a home and healed the pain of her shattered family.

Others said she was the backbone of the Lian Family, but she knew she was not; it was her husband. His optimism and resilience gave her hope whenever she felt she couldn’t go on, strengthening their family’s confidence to persevere.

She tried her hardest to endure, and her entire family did everything they could to cope until they finally found relief.

But she could no longer bear it, crushed by the accumulated pain of the fall of the Marquis’s Mansion, years of fatigue, and overwhelming worries and longing for her younger daughter.

Whenever she thought that it was her decision that pushed her little daughter away, sending her thousands of miles away to the Clan Uncle, leaving her to travel alone, lost without a trace, not knowing whether she was dead or alive, her heart was unbearably pained.

Her Nannan was still so young, so delicate, so innocent, had not suffered; she didn’t know the malice of the human heart, what to do if she was hungry or cold, what to do if she encountered evil people, if she...

She didn’t dare to continue these thoughts; whenever she did, they painfully wracked her heart like a knife.

If only she could do it all over again, even if it meant dying, she would prefer to die together; on the Yellow Spring Road, at least there would be company instead of wandering alone as a desolate spirit.

Oh, her Nannan, it was she who harmed her.

Every day her mind was in chaos, seeing Nannan crying before her eyes whenever she closed them, wakening frightened from her dreams.

She knew she was overthinking, narrowing her thoughts increasingly, but she was so immersed she couldn’t extricate herself, and her health continued to deteriorate.

Now that her husband and sons were safe, she was relieved, so she might as well join Nannan...

"Madam, Madam, don’t leave me behind, Ranran..."

"Mother, wake up, Mother, it’s Wan Zhen, your son..."

The voices around her were intermittently loud and soft, continuously arriving without stop, preventing Su Ran from resting peacefully.

Lian Changhe yelled to the outside: "Doctor Huang, why hasn’t my wife woken up yet? How long does this medicinal bath need to last? I see that my wife’s skin is already wrinkling."

A leisurely voice came from outside: "It’s not time yet; keep talking to your wife. Whether your wife wakes up depends on whether she can take in what you and your son are saying."

Upon hearing this, Lian Wanzhen shouted from outside, "Dad, don’t stop. You’re the closest to Mother, your voice is the loudest, most sincere, and most effective; don’t stop."

Then he continued to shout, "Mother, don’t sleep, wake up, it’s Wan Zhen, please wake up..."

Lian Changhe, upon hearing this, also hurriedly shouted: "Ranran, Ranran, wake up, I am your husband..."

Lian Musu, hearing the incessant shouting around her, was anxious to the extreme.

He looked at Divine Doctor Huang, who was sitting in the courtyard eating roasted fish, savoring it deliciously. Although he understood the reason, the stark contrast between unaffected ease and dire distress could wear out even the best composure.

Had it not been for retaining a sliver of reason, he might have acted rashly like his younger brother and resorted to violence.

He walked over and bowed to Divine Doctor Huang, "Please, Divine Doctor, is there any way to wake my mother?"

Divine Doctor Huang wiped his mouth, "The key to her awakening doesn’t lie with me, but with you all."

"Please offer some guidance, Divine Doctor."

Divine Doctor Huang was impatient, "You young man, I see you have a look of intelligence, so why can’t you understand what’s being said? Your mother’s overworked herself into illness, and now she has a heart disease, both her body and spirit are damaged. How long has it been since she truly slept?"

At this point, Divine Doctor Huang became angry.

He simply threw a fishbone at Lian Musu’s face and scolded, "You bunch of blockheads, you look concerned, yet none of you noticed her condition. Even the healthiest person, without sleep, can be drained to the point of exhaustion. It’s fortunate that I came today, otherwise if she continued to deteriorate, she would have died.

I can cure her physical ailments, but I can’t cure the sickness in her heart. "

"If you want her to wake up, it depends on whether you can evoke a shred of compassion from her. The hardest people to treat in this world are those who desire death. Either you make her reattach herself to this world or find her Heart Medicine to resolve this emotional entanglement, otherwise..."

Lian Musu bore it, did not dodge, letting the fishbone hit his face as he pursued the question, "Otherwise, what?"

He knew the answer, but he didn’t want to believe it.

"Otherwise she won’t wake up, what else could happen? At least she can have a good sleep, and die a little more comfortably," Divine Doctor Huang picked up a fresh fish, liking the girl who roasted it, as her cooking was very tasty, much better than the food this young man made.

Qingshu’s eyes flashed with sadness, and he asked coldly, "Divine Doctor, is there really no other way?"

She didn’t expect that upon seeing each other again, things had changed drastically, her benefactor being seriously ill, her beloved apprentice’s whereabouts unknown, the once happy family now clouded with daily gloom.

Divine Doctor Huang immediately puffed up and glared, "No. Heart disease, heart disease, what is it? Can it be cured with external medicines? You are her closest people and even you can’t find her Heart Medicine.

I am just a human, not a god. Don’t think one compliment of calling me a Divine Doctor makes me omnipotent, humph. "

Qingshu stopped talking.

Lian Musu, holding back his sorrow, wanted to say something else.

Divine Doctor Huang was annoyed, waving his hand as if shooing a fly, "I’m old and have been busy half the night, can’t you let me eat my fish in peace?"

Lian Musu quickly bowed in apology, his eyes overflowing with worry and sorrow.

Wu Sheng’s eyes showed concern as he said to him, "Young Master, don’t worry, the old madam will get better."

Qingshu also softly reassured, "People of good fate receive Heaven’s care. Madam Lian is kind-hearted and will surely overcome this hurdle."

Lian Musu nodded slightly in response, turning his gaze back to the main house. His mother was taking a medicinal bath inside, with his father and younger brother, one inside and the other outside, both crying out desperately.

The cause of his mother’s heart disease was his youngest sister, but whether she was still alive or where she was, he did not know.

Xiao Bao’s comforting words couldn’t fool his mother; she was too smart.

The night sky was oppressively dark. He looked up, and a clump of ink-black clouds covered the crescent moon, leaving only a blurred sliver of moonlight.

The events of tonight were a long story. Upon his return, he saw Divine Doctor Huang treating his mother. While cooking, he learned the reasons and consequences from Qian Chen’s mouth.

Qingshu learned they had undergone a tremendous change, had searched for a long time, and only recently found this place.

Seeing his mother severely ill and previous doctors unable to cure her, they enlisted this doctor, surnamed Huang, said to have a divine reputation in medicine, his medical skills extraordinary.

Earlier, he saw a few people riding by, who must have been the ones who found this Divine Doctor.

When they asked about his mother’s condition after the Divine Doctor emerged, they were shocked to hear the dire news—that his mother was in a bad way.

The Divine Doctor ignored their inquiries, quickly prescribed a remedy, pointed out a place for them to fetch the medicine.