The process was truly agonizing, but the result was good. The baby now had milk to drink.
Qin Xiang, waiting outside, felt his heart hammer in terror at the sounds. He was relieved it wasn't his little sister's voice. If he'd heard her scream in pain, he would have charged in without a second thought.
"Young lady, thank you so much! You're our family's savior," the woman said, full of gratitude.
Qin Mei smiled. She had grown numb to such words of gratitude. She said to the woman, "Ma'am, please take me to Old Zhang's house."
"Of course, I'll take you right now." The woman led the way.
Qin Xiang was full of questions, but with the woman present, he just looked at Qin Mei and kept them to himself.
Qin Mei thought they would have to walk a ways, but the woman led them directly to the house next door and knocked. "Old Zhang."
A moment later, an old woman in simple clothes opened the door. "Erhu's mother, what is it?"
