The middle-aged woman nodded slightly, which could be taken as agreement, and Zhao Yang could tell that she, too, was deeply troubled, probably suffering from the same situation as the old lady.
"I'll prescribe a medicine to open the chest and smooth the breath for both of you mother-in-law and daughter-in-law. You can both take it. However, it's only suitable for short-term use, long-term use will do more harm than good. As long as you feel better emotionally, the illness will naturally disappear."
"Thank you, then. That'll be much appreciated," said the middle-aged woman.
Afterward, Zhao Yang wrote down the prescription on paper and asked Yingtao to prepare several doses of the medicine for the mother-in-law and daughter-in-law.
Once the pair had left, the three in the house began to discuss.
"Do you think what they just said is true? Is the old lady's son really going to sell his daughter?" Yingtao asked.
"There are many kinds of 'selling,'" Zhao Yang said leisurely.
