Reborn as an Ugly Wife in the Countryside-Chapter 1112 - 1114: Can You Please Stop Playing Tricks on Me?

Hearing the three words "can be cured," Xiaoxiao’s once despairing eyes instantly brightened.

She turned around, her voice trembling a bit, unsure as she asked, "Really?"

Such a reaction clearly showed how much she cared about this matter.

Seeing Xiaoxiao like this, Xue Zhiyi couldn’t bear it. Since the words had already slipped out, he might as well say everything.

"Your illness is indeed not easy to treat, but it’s not without hope. You’ll need to take medicine continuously, possibly for half a year, maybe a year, or even longer. Taking medicine continuously isn’t something just anyone can stick to, and even if you persist, it might not cure the illness."

Hearing this, Xiaoxiao’s eyes filled with tears. Even with just a glimmer of hope, she would give it a try.

She said with great certainty, "I will persevere, Brother Xue, please prescribe the medicine for me."

"Sigh, can you two not mess with me like this!"

"..." Xiaoxiao was taken aback by the words. What was going on?

She looked at Xue Zhiyi with a puzzled expression, only to hear him say, "Your husband is afraid you’ll suffer from taking medicine for a long time, afraid you’ll have hope and then be disappointed, so he asked me not to treat you."

"And you, you asked me, worried that he would have hope and then be disappointed, to not tell him that you came to see me for treatment."

"Can you two not create such dilemmas for me? I’m just a doctor!"

"..."

"..."

Xue Zhiyi vented his frustration, but Xiaoxiao was no longer listening.

Her mind was filled with thoughts of Yang Ming. It turned out he knew all along; he had already approached Xue Zhiyi.

He was afraid she’d suffer from taking medicine; he was afraid she’d have hope and then be disappointed.

How could he be so foolish?

In fact, he more than anyone wanted a child of his own, yet he was willing to give up for her sake.

Xue Zhiyi continued speaking, "I’ve already given your husband the prescription. If you decide to continue the treatment, he’ll use the medicine I prescribed. If you don’t want to take the medicine, he won’t give it to you."

Xue Zhiyi’s meaning was more than clear — their issues should not involve him.

"Don’t worry, I won’t say anything." Xiaoxiao said this as she left.

She wouldn’t reveal this matter; she knew Yang Ming did everything for her.

All she needed to do was go back and express her desire to continue the treatment.

For him, and for herself, even taking medicine for years was no big deal.

Yang Ming was inside, helping Little Liufu practice raising his head, when he saw his wife enter the room. "Honey, look how amazing our son is! He’s holding his little head so high."

Xiaoxiao looked over, and Little Liufu was supporting himself with two hands on the bed, lifting his head high, his little face full of effort.

Seeing the child like this, all of Xiaoxiao’s worries vanished.

Actually, if they could just live like this, it would be pretty good.

Noticing his wife hadn’t spoken, Yang Ming, a bit worried, asked, "Honey, what’s wrong? You’re not in high spirits?"

In fact, Xiaoxiao was quite an emotionally fragile person, so when Yang Ming asked, she couldn’t help but feel a pang in her nose, tears welling in her eyes. "It’s nothing, I just miss home a bit."

Seeing his wife’s unusual reaction, her eyes slightly reddened, Yang Ming reached out to wipe away the tears about to fall, gently saying, "Miss home? Don’t cry, we’ll just go back home then."

"Mm." Xiaoxiao agreed, throwing herself into Yang Ming’s arms.

She indeed missed home a little; they had been away for over two months, it was time to return.