Transmigration: On the Gossip Front-Chapter 1975 - 1976: Old Mrs. Zhang Reborn in ’70s—Reforming Her Ungrateful Children (Part 7)
Zhang Yu knew the situation of the original owner wasn’t good, but she didn’t expect it to be so bad. Listening to the ramblings of the old Chinese doctor, she was stunned.
The old Chinese doctor saw her surprised expression and knew that his words had just shocked her.
"The problem is a bit serious, but it’s okay, with proper care now, it can be managed," the old Chinese doctor comforted.
Zhang Yu couldn’t help but breathe a sigh of relief, "Then do I, do I need to be hospitalized or take medicine?"
"Hospitalized?" The old Chinese doctor shook his head, "You have some issues due to poor nourishment, not resting and being fatigued, and then having a bad mood."
Alright, Zhang Yu listened to the old Chinese doctor’s endless chatter again, feeling like her head was getting bigger, but didn’t dare to interrupt. In this era, for an old Chinese doctor to still be in the hospital, it means he has backing and his medical skills must be good.
"I’ll prescribe some Chinese medicine for you to make tea at home," the old Chinese doctor said, noticing Zhang Yu’s expression became heavy upon hearing the prescription of Chinese medicine, and couldn’t help but laugh.
Upon hearing that Chinese medicine would be prescribed, Zhang Yu’s expression naturally turned ugly. There was no other way; she had previously taken Chinese medicine for several months. Whether the condition improved is unknown, but it certainly ruined her appetite.
Later hearing that it was for making tea, Zhang Yu couldn’t help but breathe a sigh of relief, this was better. Though the tea might be bitter, it’s certainly better than taking bitter medicine.
"Okay." Zhang Yu immediately agreed to the prescription.
The other party listened to this and picked up a pen, "Oh right, because there’s ginseng in it, the price is a bit high."
Forgot to mention this part, judging by her attire, she didn’t look like she came from a well-off family. No idea if she could afford it.
There’s ginseng? Zhang Yu said, "Alright, no problem." If the price is high, so be it, "Your body is your own."
"Once your health declines, you’re the one who suffers." Wei Dazhi might be unwilling to spend it on her, as for her son and daughter, they probably wouldn’t care about her, just the money.
The Chinese doctor was really surprised Zhang Yu would say such things, "Yeah, taking good care of yourself is really caring."
After the Chinese doctor wrote the prescription for Zhang Yu, "Drink it for three months, then come back."
Zhang Yu responded and went to the pharmacy for the medicine. When it came time to pay, she thought it would cost dozens, after all, it’s ginseng. Nowadays, ginseng isn’t bred artificially, it’s all wild, just varied by age, so the price shouldn’t be cheap either.
But when it came time to pay and she found out the price, she was stunned; it was less than 20 yuan. This price was really cheap, though, considering the current minimum living standard is five yuan, 20 isn’t a low price.
Finally understood why the old Chinese doctor re-confirmed before, "No matter when, health is most important."
Waited for a while, as each dosage had to be cut and divided individually, really took up time. But Zhang Yu knew this meant the materials were genuine.
Auntie Wang saw Zhang Yu was unwell, went to the hospital, then saw her returning with bags, believing she went for a check-up and happened to find cheap goods.
"I went for a check-up; the condition is a bit serious." Returning with a bunch of stuff, Zhang Yu knew many were watching, so she said it outright to prevent four troublesome people at home from knowing she’s drinking ginseng tea & gossiping outside.
Everyone knew Zhang Yu went to the hospital for a check-up; her health wasn’t good, but didn’t expect it to be so serious.
"You have to drink ginseng tea." Everyone may not really understand Zhang Yu’s condition, but all know ginseng is expensive. Is this something ordinary people can afford?
"Old Zhang, after all, your family has good conditions." Widow Luo stepped forward again without any surprise, "My family even struggles for meals, but you’re taking ginseng for treatment."
This wasn’t ordinary tea; Zhang Yu knew the old neighbors surrounding her didn’t speak out, but deep down probably felt she was too extravagant, actually making tea with ginseng.
"That’s because your son doesn’t try. Who doesn’t know your son is unambitious, still like an apprentice."
"Clearly given the family’s conditions, he doesn’t try." Zhang Yu wasn’t afraid of Luo Family, Luo Yu was cowardly, a guy who only dared to boss around at home.
Strutting around at home, but outside, being as low-key as possible, not daring to gossip not fearing he’ll be bullied.
Against such a coward, Zhang Yu certainly wouldn’t back down, "Widow Luo, you covet this, covet that every day, better think about how to make your son strive harder."
"Everyday just staring at people, jealous here, jealous there."
"Complaining people don’t help. How does anyone owe you anything, needing to support you?"
"Back then, the street knew your family was struggling, introduced work, to help with cooking and cleaning. You disagreed, saying your daughter-in-law went to work, you were burdened with chores, unwilling."
"Clearly your daughter-in-law can go out and earn, lighten the load, yet you disagree, humph, I see, your family must have money, otherwise why not work outside."
Zhang Yu’s speech got everyone nodding in agreement, feeling these words made sense, if the family really struggles, why not take a work opportunity outside.
"Also, Widow Luo, my condition is serious, the doctor said venting anger is crucial, otherwise it harms health."
"So don’t keep pestering around me, or I’ll directly curse back, no holding back." Zhang Yu stormed back home, "After scolding, felt better."
"Oh, right, Widow Luo, forgot to tell you, my dad was a dart master, do you know what a dart master is?"
Without waiting for her response, Zhang Yu waved, "Actually means my dad knew martial arts, passed down through ancestors, though he passed away early, I was young, but still know martial arts."
"Just these years, haven’t shown it, but if you dare gossip excessively, I’ll not only argue, but also hit."
Zhang Yu took a finger-thick stick nearby, exerted a bit of force and snapped it in half.
Everyone present was stunned, taking a deep breath, and Widow Luo was truly dumbfounded.
Even though Zhang Yu’s ramblings before, Widow Luo didn’t take them to heart; fearing arguments wasn’t her nature, she was Widow Luo after all.
Her husband died early, raising a child to sustain till now, she experienced much, whether arguing, fighting, coaxing men, she’s adept, no fear at all.
Earlier she didn’t retort; was shocked by Zhang Yu’s sudden outburst, though she wasn’t afraid.
But the latter display indeed scared everyone, wasn’t an ordinary fright.
