Trembling Honey

Logically, after the toxins were eliminated, Xuyang's body should have recovered somewhat.

However, Xuyang did not get better as Su Ziyang had expected.

He still seemed listless, lying motionless in bed.

My appetite is getting smaller and smaller, and I spend about half of my day sleeping.

At first, she could barely sit up to eat, but later she relied entirely on Su Ziyang and Xuhui to feed her.

As a result, Xuyang began to lose weight rapidly. His eye sockets became sunken, his cheekbones became prominent, and even his hands seemed to disappear, with very prominent and noticeable knuckles.

Seeing his younger brother's state, Xuhui felt anxious and began contacting Xuyang's girlfriend.

Xuyang has a daughter who married and moved to a faraway place, so Xuhui and the others didn't inform them about her illness this time.

As a result, more relatives were contacted, and the house became a little more lively. Quite a few people came and went.

Su Ziyang didn't recognize him either. Except when he was decocting medicine, he mostly hid in a guest room, constantly researching information.

Su Ziyang is currently researching in two directions. The first is about prescriptions and medicines, and whether there are any new directions to explore.

The second point is how to prepare a medicinal meal to nourish Xuyang, because Xuyang has become extremely thin.

As Su Ziyang was investigating, he suddenly came across something called Five Bean Porridge.

30g red beans

40g of mung beans

50g of soybeans

60g of black beans

20g white kidney beans

Five-bean porridge is said to replenish vital energy, so Su Ziyang, with a try-it-and-see attitude, discussed it with Xuhui and went out to the nearest town to buy beans.

Xuhui couldn't leave, and Su Ziyang wasn't familiar with the area, Xuhui found a young man from next door to be Su Ziyang's guide.

The young man rode his motorcycle with Su Ziyang on the back, heading towards town.

The two of them had wasted a lot of time going back and forth. After returning, Su Ziyang didn't go inside, but went straight to the kitchen with the beans he had bought.

Su Ziyang washed the beans, put them into the pot according to the ratio, and then turned on the heat to simmer them.

Just as the aroma of the beans began to waft out, Xuhui entered the kitchen with a very unpleasant expression.

Then he turned off the stove. Su Ziyang was stunned as he watched Xuhui turn off the stove.

"Uncle-Master, why did you turn off the fire?"

Xuhui put his arm around Su Ziyang's shoulder and patted him gently twice. His eyes were a little red, and his voice was choked with emotion. "No need, Ziyang. He's already gone."

Su Ziyang froze on the spot.

"He's gone... That's impossible. He looked fine when I left."

He said he'd forgotten to put the porridge spoon down, and started to walk into the house.

But Su Ziyang had only taken one step when Xuhui pulled him back.

"Don't go. Ziyang, listen to me. I've found you a small hotel in a nearby town. You can stay there for now. There are many customs surrounding the death of someone in our area. Although we're close, you're an outsider, so please try to avoid it. Especially since my father is still alive, the customs are even more complicated."

Su Ziyang and Xuhui hadn't known each other for long, and Su Ziyang and Xuyang had known each other even less.

But after spending so many days and nights together, how could we not develop feelings for each other?

Even so, Su Ziyang did not see Xuyang again, but the last time Su Ziyang saw the emaciated Xuyang when he left was deeply engraved in his mind.

This also became an important reason for Su Ziyang to continue learning and making progress.

After Su Ziyang arrived in town, his cell phone had a signal.

Su Ziyang sat on the bed and dialed Mr. Mengfei's number. This time, Mr. Mengfei answered quickly.

On the phone, Su Ziyang told Mr. Mengfei about Xuyang's passing in a low mood.

On the phone, Mr. Mengfei sounded remarkably calm, as if he already knew about Xuyang's impending death.

"Xiao Su, let me ask you a question."

"Ah, Master. Please speak." Su Ziyang's low spirits were broken by Mr. Mengfei's sudden words.

Are you sad because Xuyang passed away, or because you feel your skills are insufficient and you couldn't cure him?

Mr. Mengfei's words always touch the depths of one's soul, just like now.

Su Ziyang was silent for a moment, then gritted his teeth and said, "Both."

Is the former greater than the latter, or the latter greater than the former?

Mr. Mengfei's magnetic voice came through the phone.

However, Su Ziyang Su Ziyang into a long silence. After a long period of silence, Mr. Mengfei broke the silence and said, "Xiao Su, true cultivation begins with facing your true inner self."

Su Ziyang gritted his teeth and said into the phone, "The latter is greater than the former."

Yes, Su Ziyang realized this problem as soon as he arrived at the hotel.

Should I grieve for Xuyang's death, or for my own inadequate medical skills?

Su Ziyang thought about it for a long time. He knew he had feelings for Xuyang, but not many, at least not to the point of thinking about her day and night.

So what is the root cause of my distress?

Su Ziyang was somewhat afraid to think about it; he suddenly realized how selfish he was in the face of someone's life or death.

He realized that the main reason he was suffering was because his medical skills had failed him; he hadn't cured the person and felt no sense of accomplishment.

When this idea came to him, Su Ziyang was startled.

If that's the case, then his medical practice is purely for showing off, and all his compassion is fake.

This idea completely contradicts the teachings of the Great Physician's Sincerity".

It was with this in mind that Su Ziyang dialed his master's number.

However, to Su Ziyang's surprise, Mr. Mengfei actually asked this question directly.

So after answering the question, Su Ziyang suddenly felt as if all his strength had been drained away, and he collapsed weakly onto the bed.

I turned on the speakerphone and held it to my ear, listening to Mr. Mengfei speak.

Upon hearing Su Ziyang's words, Mr. Mengfei chuckled twice on the phone, "Remember what I told you today."

"Everything is predestined, and nothing is up to us. Doctors heal the sick and save lives, but they don't cure fate. No matter how skilled you are, you can't defy destiny."

"I'm glad you have the courage to admit your shortcomings. So the second thing I want to say to you is that compassion must come from having absolute medical expertise; otherwise, it's truly false compassion. Because your compassion is useless compassion."

"Showing off your skills and having compassion are not mutually exclusive, as long as you don't use your skills to bully others, then it's perfectly fine. Because if you save someone, that's your skill. Compassion is for others, but the sense of accomplishment comes from yourself!"

Mr. Mengfei's two sentences awakened Su Ziyang from his reverie, and he felt his heart instantly become clear, and he made another step forward.

Su Ziyang saw Xuhui again seven days later.

Su Ziyang was lying in bed looking at his phone when there was a knock on the door.

When Su Ziyang opened the door, he found it was Old Master Xu Old Master Xu, followed by Xuhui.

"Ziyang, my dad said he came today specifically to thank you."

Looking at the old man, whose spirit had faded since their first meeting, Su Ziyang felt a pang of sorrow. The grief of a parent outliving their child was overwhelming for the old man.

Old Master Xu took two jars of honey from the bag Xuhui was carrying and placed them tremblingly in Su Ziyang's hands. "Child, thank you for keeping Yangyang in this world for a few more days. This is honey from my own beehives, thank you. Really!"

Holding the honey, Su Ziyang looked at the haggard old man in front of him, his heart filled with mixed emotions...