Seeing he had woken up, Lao Fan removed the Silver Needles and then became a hands-off shopkeeper, leaving Lin Jiazhong to do whatever he wanted.
The old village head had long since sent for a carriage, but Lin Jiazhong had already changed his mind. Having already suffered a stroke, what was the point of wasting money by going to town?
"Mom, Dad's already in this state. We might as well carry him back home to care for him. The road to town is both long and bumpy. What if Dad can't endure it and gets even worse?" Seeing Lin Jianling had regained consciousness but was still drooling from the corner of his mouth, a barely perceptible look of distaste flashed across Lin Jiazhong's eyes as he pulled the weeping Lady Yang, fiercely hinting at his wife with his eyes.
