Five days have passed in the blink of an eye, and the second phase of treatment has begun. The swelling from the bumps has subsided, the scars are fading, and efforts are being made to stabilize the body so that the heat toxins don't flare up again, and the prescription is being adjusted...

Lin Fengjiao lay back in the chair, feeling the cool sensation on her face, and sighed comfortably, "I've finally made it through. You're really skilled at treating facials, even better than the old Chinese medicine doctor."

Wen Yao chuckled: "No, it's not that the old Chinese medicine doctor can't treat it, it's just that he's afraid of the trouble and the treatment process taking too long, and he's afraid that the scars will be difficult to remove later."

"Your recovery is going well. You can go home in about ten more days. Just apply the ointment to your face every day to prevent scarring."

"However, I need to remind you that if you have too much internal heat, you will be more prone to developing bumps in the future. Your mood directly affects your health, especially for women."

Lin Fengjiao seemed to be thinking of something, and the smile on her face slowly faded, her eyes becoming more complicated. She now particularly loathed taking care of those two children; they were simply not lovable.

Mother is right. She needs to have her own job. Otherwise, everyone at home will assume that taking care of the children is her responsibility. But why should she be the one to do that?

That's not her child, so why should she make demands?

His voice was a little muffled: "Yes, I understand, thanks for reminding me."

Wen Yao hummed in agreement: "It's nothing."

With a creak, someone pushed the door open and came in. Bean Mother glanced at Lin Fengjiao, then looked at Wen Yao and smiled gently: "Wen sister, I brought you some berries. Try them, they're delicious."

"There's one more thing. My mother-in-law is having another problem. She can't get up at home, and I can't carry her. Could you come to my house to take her pulse when you have time?"

"Okay, Sister Peilan, if you're not in a hurry, please wait for me for about ten minutes."

Lin Peilan smiled and nodded, placing the basket on the table in the yard. Looking around and not seeing Jiang Lie, she casually asked, "Wen, where's your man?"

Wen Yao kept working and said softly, "I'm going to work in the fields. I won't be back until tonight."

"Oh, I thought they went up the mountain."

"Feng Jiao, is your face better?"

Lin Fengjiao replied indifferently, "Yes, it's much better. It doesn't hurt as much as before. Once the redness and swelling on my face go down and the scars are removed, I'll be completely healed."

Lin Peilan said earnestly, "That's great. It's also because of Wen's excellent medical skills. She's amazing at treating facial blemishes. She was the one who helped me get rid of these spots on my face."

"By the way, are you adjusting well to life in the city? Why didn't your husband come with you?"

"...Adapt, he's busy."

Lin Fengjiao didn't want to waste any more time on this, and her voice was a little impatient as she changed the subject: "I heard your mother-in-law pretended to be sick for three years, and you were able to forgive her so easily. You're really magnanimous."

"If I were tortured for three years, I would definitely make a huge scene. If I'm not having a good time, how can others be? Especially that vicious old woman."

"Oh dear, my mother-in-law is so generous. She gave me a gold bracelet the first time we met. Look how sparkly this bracelet is! It must be worth at least a thousand yuan."

Hearing her boast, Lin Peilan's eyes dimmed. If she could, she wouldn't want to be magnanimous, but for the sake of her man, she had to let it go.

Only in this way can she propose separating the family property; otherwise, how can she stand up to them alone? All she can hope for is for the man to stand by her side. She's not doing this for her mother-in-law; she's only doing it for her own little family.

She sighed softly, "Fengjiao, you're still young. You'll understand when you have children. Women have a lot of worries once they have children. If I don't give up, this family won't be able to break up."

"If we don't separate, our little family will always suffer. Rather than let our little family be dragged down, I'd rather suffer alone. It's just three years of misery, but I'm willing to separate if we can."

Lin Fengjiao scoffed, "I don't understand. What else is this but being a coward? Your mother-in-law dared to treat you like that. Your husband isn't blind. If he had helped you earlier, you wouldn't have suffered for three years."

"In the end, the mother and son are of one mind. Unlike me, no matter what happened before, Jiang Lie would always take care of it and put my mind at ease. It's the same with Qing Shu now. I just need to take care of myself."

"If my in-laws don't live with me, there will be far fewer problems."

Lin Peilan remained silent, unsure how to respond. A bitter look flashed in her eyes. How could she not know that her mother-in-law dared to treat her so badly for three years because she was certain that her son was on her side?

She knows it herself, but she can only live by deceiving herself. Otherwise, she can't get a divorce. Since she can't get a divorce, she should think more positively and make herself feel better. Holding a grudge against a man will only make her suffer every day.

"Feng Jiao, you're really lucky."

Lin Fengjiao said proudly, "Of course, I, Lin Fengjiao, have been blessed since I was born. My parents only have one daughter, and all their love and affection is mine."

"I don't need to compete with my younger siblings, I don't need to take care of them, and I don't need to worry about being sold for a dowry. I have very high standards when it comes to choosing a man."

"Ouch, Wen Yao, be gentle with me, it hurts!"

Wen Yao's smile faded slightly: "Oh, sorry, I'll be more careful."

Lin Fengjiao snorted twice, unable to hold back her words: "Sister Peilan, you still need to learn from me more. Act pitiful in front of your man, if he doesn't soften up."

"I think you'd be better off being a shrew, at least you'd be happy and not develop health problems from holding it in. Your mother-in-law is already like that, why are you still looking for someone to treat her?"

Lin Peilan: "Now that we've separated the family, my mother-in-law takes turns taking care of her when she's sick. This time it's me, and next time it'll be my sister-in-law taking her to the doctor. The medical expenses are split equally."

Lin Fengjiao snorted: "At your mother-in-law's age, she doesn't need you to split the medical bills now. If she has money, why doesn't she pay for it herself? If you pay, she'll only suffer more in the future."

"I think your soft heart is a problem that needs to be cured. Let whoever is the mother take care of her; he'll realize how hard it's been for you."

"What's the use of a daughter-in-law rushing to treat her mother-in-law's illness? Your husband doesn't need to worry about anything. If you do well, it's all your duty; if you don't, it's all your fault."

"Wen Yao, you're from the city, you're educated and knowledgeable, do you think what I'm saying makes sense?"

Wen Yao raised an eyebrow, still with that gentle demeanor: "Hmm, there's some truth to that. People are always too quick to criticize others. Since Mother-in-law doesn't like Sister Peilan..."

"It's best if your husband handles the medical bills. You should find an excuse to avoid it yourself. Don't force yourself to do your best in everything; that's just making things difficult for yourself."

Lin Peilan sighed, "Yes, you're right. I was thinking too simply. I'll take your pulse later to see what the problem is. If there's nothing wrong, I'll avoid you in the future."

A dozen minutes later, Lin Fengjiao's face was treated and re-bandaged. Her face was barely visible, just a large white head, which looked rather comical.

"Okay, I'm going back now."

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