At this moment, a little boy walked in, saw Yuan Chun with her eyes open, and exclaimed with delight, "Mom, you're awake! How are you? Does your head still hurt?"
Yuan Chun recognized him as her eldest son. She gave a weak smile and said, "It doesn't hurt anymore, I'm just thirsty. Da Qiang, pour a cup of water for mom to drink."
"Mom, wait here. I'll go get you some water right away."
Da Qiang quickly ran out of the room.
A moment later, he came back in with a small coarse porcelain bowl.
"Mom, here's the water."
"Mm."
Yuan Chun struggled to lift her head and drank all the water with her eldest son's help.
Only then did the burning sensation in her throat ease a lot.
She asked, "Where are Erqiang, Sanqiang, and Ya Ya? I've been sick these past few days, how have you all been eating?"
