The Space Doctor Became the Favorite of the Exiled Powerful Minister

 Chapter 10 His Hand Injury

Seeing that Cui Hejin was back, Jiang Zhiluo felt relieved.

Mrs. Cui’s heart also dropped.

 She was able to survive with one breath on the road to exile, but she didn't worry about her son.

 his temper is getting colder and colder, and I still remember that he was not like this before.

Now it seems that nothing can cause him any mood swings, and his thoughts are getting deeper and deeper. Even she, the mother-in-law, can't understand it.

Mrs. Cui stood up, washed her hands, and gave Cui Hejin a bowl of **** soup.

“Is this umbrella still borrowed from Shopkeeper Feng of Linjiang Tower?”

"Um."

Mrs. Cui sighed with emotion: "Shopkeeper Feng is still kind."

 Speaking, Mrs. Cui happily said to Cui Hejin: "Zhiluo went to the mountain in the rain today and just found some food."

“It’s just chives. It’s a vegetable. Zhiluo said it can be made into vegetables, dumplings, and steamed buns, and it’s delicious.”

“Zhiluo is still better and knows more, otherwise I will eat wild vegetables tonight.”

Mrs. Cui couldn't bear to eat wild vegetables every meal.

Cui Hejin sat down and drank a few sips of **** soup. When his mother said this, he raised his eyes slightly and glanced at Jiang Zhiluo, his eyes were charming and thoughtful.

Jiang Zhiluo always felt that Cui Hejin's eyes were a bit captivating.

 The momentum is too strong and a bit overwhelming.

Jiang Zhiluo could only say softly: "I was just lucky, I found some vegetables on the mountain."

Cui Hejin quickly looked away, hummed, said nothing more, and didn't ask any more questions.

Jiang Zhiluo found that even after drinking a bowl of **** soup, Cui Hejin was sitting there with an elegant aura around him, unhurried, not slow, and very steady.

 Cui Hejin finished a bowl of **** soup, then slowly took out a small money bag and whispered: "Today, I sold a total of 130 yuan, and bought ten kilograms of thick noodles, which can be eaten for a while."

“There is still fifty coins here, mother, take it first.”

At this moment Mrs. Cui saw a bag of grain in the basket next to Cui Hejin.

When she heard this, she was shocked, "Did you copy the books again?" That basket of eggs couldn't be sold for so many copper coins. Cui Hejin must have copied the books and sent them to the bookstore to sell them for some money.

“Do you know that if your hand continues to be like this, you will no longer be able to write with a pen? The doctor has said that your hand..."

 At this point, Mrs. Cui's voice was a little sour and she couldn't go on.

Cui Hejin said calmly: "Mom, don't worry, I'm fine."

“What does it mean to be okay? What if your hand can no longer hold a pen?”

Mrs. Cui rarely speaks so urgently.

She looked at her son and felt guilty in her heart, "It's all my mother's fault. If mother had the means, you wouldn't have lost your hands..."

Mrs. Cui couldn't control her emotions for a while.

Cui Hejin looked at his mother's appearance and sighed: "Mom, we have to survive first before we can think about anything else."

“Don’t blame yourself, mother, you’ve done a good job.”

　　When Cui Hejin comforted her mother, her voice was rarely softer.

Jiang Zhiluo's heart beat a few times and she was a little frightened. What happened to Cui Hejin's hand?

 What does it mean to be unable to pick up a pen to write?

And the situation here is even poorer than she thought.

 Maybe you really need to make money urgently to buy food, or you will really go hungry.

It’s not known how long the three of them can eat these ten kilograms of coarse grains.

Jiang Zhiluo was afraid that Mrs. Cui's discomfort would be bad for her health, so she could only divert her attention and said: "Mom, I've got everything ready. Let's cook the vegetables first. I may need my mother to help me light the fire."

As soon as Jiang Zhiluo spoke, Mrs. Cui remembered that Zhiluo was still there and that she had lost control just now.

Mrs. Cui hurriedly suppressed the water in the corner of her eyes, adjusted her mood, and quickly took out the white bread buns from the pot, then put away the pot and helped to light the fire.

Jiang Zhiluo started to fry leeks and eggs.

 (End of this chapter)