Vol 3 Chapter 1114:

Behind the giant tree is a small courtyard. It is really a small courtyard. It is very small. It is smaller than the old house where Xia Yuanqiu and Xia Yuanzhang lived in Xipo Village.
The yard is also very small, pushing the fence door, and only walked less than ten steps to the door.
The boy quickly put down the bamboo raft on his back and pushed the door open, shouting: "Mother, I am back."
The inner room did not send a weak response sound as usual, and the silence was flustered.
The boy quickly rushed into the inner room, and the glimpse of the mother fell down on the bed. The ground was a broken piece of porcelain, and her wrist was bloody.
The boy rushed to the woman and cried and told her to get up.
Xia Yuanqiu rushed forward, holding the boy, and ordered Zhu Xi to hold the woman up/bed.
Xia Yuanqiu said: "Your mother is still not dead, I will treat her first, you go to burn a pot of hot water."
She doesn't need hot water, just wants to open him, hoping that he can do something now and distract him.
The boy wiped his tears and turned toward Xia Yuanqiu: "My mother will ask you, I must save her."
Xia Yuanqiu patted his shoulder and said: "You can rest assured, go to the water soon, your mother is still waiting to use it."
The boy ran out. She quickly took out the silver needle and pierced the silver needle into the woman's wrist. The blood was stopped and the blood was stopped. After the blood was set, the wound was cleaned and wrapped.
When she was doing this, the little boy had been peeking through the door of the outside. He knew that the sister was supporting him to leave, and the mother was not a child. How could it use hot water? He is not familiar with these two people, and his heart is still not at ease.
Now I saw that my sister quickly stopped the blood of the mother, and the dressing was very beautiful. He just let go of his heart and, according to his sister’s words, went to burn a pot of boiling water.
After the boy burned a pot of boiling water and returned to the room, he saw that his sister was giving the pulse to her mother. The beautiful brow of her sister was still squatting, still beautiful, but it made him very nervous. Is it difficult for her mother to be cured?
My sister finally released her mother's wrist. He was busy: "Sister, the water is burning."
Xia Yuanqiu nodded and asked: "When did your mother become ill?"
The boy was busy: "Three months ago, my mother and I went to the mountains to collect medicine. When we came back, she fell ill. I saw some doctors and I didn't have a good medicine."
Xia Yuanqiu asked again: "What happened to you in the mountains? What did you eat?"
The boy wrinkled his delicate brow and thought about it. Suddenly said: "My mother picked some fruit for me to eat. I ate a lot. My mother only ate the two of me."
Xia Yuanqiu raised his eyebrows: "What is the fruit?"
The boy shook his head: "I don't know. It looks like a pear. It is smaller than a pear. It tastes sweet and crisp. My mother said it should be wild pear. Since it is a pear, it should be able to eat."
The boy said again: "I eat more than my mother. I have nothing at all. It should not be a problem with this pear."
Xia Yuanqiu asked again: "Have your mother ever been sick like this?"
The boy shook his head: "My mother has always been very good. She has never been sick. This time I don't know what happened." The boy's eyes were red, but he was seven or eight years old, but he was responsible for the whole. Home, I can imagine how tired he is.
Xia Yuanqiu said: "It seems that the problem is still on the wild pear. I have not seen anything, and it is not easy to make a conclusion, but your mother's illness is indeed poisoning."
Zhu Xi asked: "Do you remember where the wild pears are growing?"