"Lu Da, go ahead, I'll stay here and take care of your mom,"
Lu Gui reluctantly left the boss and told his son before returning to the bedside.
Zhang Xiaowei followed Lu Gui and his son to another bedroom.
On the bed lay a woman as thin as kindling.
"Xiulian, Xiaowei is here to see you,"
Hearing Lu Da's voice, the frail woman on the bed struggled to sit up.
Alas, her body was too weak.
And with the illness tormenting her, any slight movement revealed her face contorted in pain.
"Auntie, just lie down, that's fine."
Ma Xiulian smiled bitterly without help, "Xiaowei, thank you for helping our entire family."
"We're just helping each other out. After all, Grandpa Lu and Uncle Lu are great carpenters, and I've been searching high and low for someone like that."
Zhang Xiaowei offered his polite remark, then came to the bedside to check her pulse.
At this pulse check, Zhang Xiaowei's brows furrowed deeply.
"Auntie, how long have you been sick?"
