"Uncle, you don't need to see us out."
The three of them, Du Heng and his two companions, dressed in white gowns and carrying their medicine boxes, were leaving the villager's home. The villager, an older man, tightly gripped Du Heng's hand. "Doctor Du, I'm so sorry to have troubled you three, making you come all this way."
"It's our duty," Du Heng replied. "Auntie is unwell and can't move around easily. Since we've started her treatment, we must see it through to the end."
"Thank you all so much for coming all this way. We didn't even prepare any food for you."
"That's quite alright, Uncle. When Auntie is able to get out of bed and has fully recovered, you can have her make us something delicious then."
The Uncle withdrew one hand and wiped his moist eyes. "My wife has had hemiplegia for nearly half a year now. I thought she would have to lie on the bed for the rest of her life. I never imagined there would be a day she could get out of bed again."
