Xu Zhiyong's leg was aching again.
The elder had called for a doctor, who said that more quality medicine was needed. Anning took out the five taels of silver given by Scholar Wen to purchase medicine for Xu Zhiyong.
In the evening, Anning sat by the bed, worrying.
Ying Ge'er noticed and asked Anning softly, "Mother, are you worried about Uncle's medical expenses?"
Anning nodded: "Right now, mother doesn't have much money left. I was thinking of sending you to school, but your uncle's situation is urgent. Your needs will have to wait."
"It's alright."
Ying Ge'er was very understanding and sat beside Anning to comfort her: "I can study at home by myself just as well. Father left many books; I can read them one by one. If there's something I don't understand, I can ask you. Or else, I can take the books and go seek advice from grandfather."
Anning patted Ying Ge'er's head: "My Ying Ge'er is really sensible."
