Being looked at by his wife , Second Master blushed slightly. "Hmph!" Dong Huiying chuckled, then looked at Haoming and Yue Ning. Haoming stepped forward: "Him, picked up!" He placed Hou Su on the ground. After thinking for a moment, Haoming added with a straight face, "Alive!" Dong Huiying couldn’t help but laugh. She walked over to Hou Su, squatted down, pried open his eyelids to have a look, then pinched open his mouth to check his tongue coating, and finally grasped his wrist to feel his pulse. "A bit serious." In fact, Hou Su seemed like he was half-breathing, at the brink of death. It was a coincidence that he encountered Haoming, and was brought back by him, otherwise, this person really wouldn’t have survived. Afterward, Dong Huiying took out a Gu Insect, which went around inside Hou Su’s body, absorbing some of his illness. Hou Su’s life was saved, but further treatment was needed later. Haoming picked up Hou Su, letting him lie down in line with other patients. The Chen family father and daughter helped to make porridge over the fire, and the three brothers who had been tired all day finally had a break. Shu Yu’s hands itched, so he brought his treasured guqin, found a clean place, sat down, and played a tune. The melody was not a sad tune; as the sound of the guqin played, an immensely compelling scene unfolded before everyone like a scroll. Check latest chapters at novel(ꜰ)ire.net Lake and mountains, as if time is a song. Shu Yu had a great talent for the guqin, and his music was powerfully infectious. Now, listening to Shu Yu’s playing, Dong Huiying recalled the warm life she had before in Purple Garden with her one wife and six husbands. Upon reflection, it seemed that the days living in Purple Garden were the most peaceful since she came here. She sat aside, closed her eyes to listen, and in this place, those patients who had been lying on the ground and some who had slightly recovered and were helping with chores all stopped what they were doing, focusing on listening to this little tune just like Dong Huiying. When Shu Yu finished playing, the sky was still a murky gray, but Dong Huiying felt as if her soul had been cleansed; the clarity and comfort from the depths of her being felt truly soothing. The music could heal people’s hearts. Suddenly, out of nowhere, someone started to sob softly. Little Girl Chen Bi hugged her father, choking as she said, "I miss mom, miss my sister and brother, miss Second Dad, Third Dad, and Auntie." A natural disaster, parting of life and death. The music was healing, but once the tune ended, returning to reality, they thought of their past life and compared it to now, suddenly overwhelmed with sadness. The sound of crying echoed occasionally, and Dong Huiying sighed, then smiled at it all. In the calamity, people had grown numb. Too much cruelty, too much harshness, but they endured, suppressed it, because even if they didn’t, life would still be the same. Now, perhaps moved by Shu Yu’s music, they cried, but wasn’t it also a form of catharsis? Cry then, it’s better to cry it out, don’t hold the pain inside. When the crying is over, face life resolutely. Dong Huiying looked at these people and suddenly thought of a phrase—may you be treated gently by the world. Hou Su woke up at this moment. As he awoke, he found himself lying on the ground, but even though it was the ground, there was a clean mattress beneath him and a warm blanket over him. He looked around, then slowly sat up, discovering that his body had actually improved greatly.