"Medicine" Chapter 9: That grave and Xiaoshuan's grave were lined up in a row, with only a small path between them. Aunt Hua saw him arrange four dishes and a bowl of rice, and cried for a while, and burned paper ingots; she thought to herself, "The one in this grave is also a son." The old woman wandered around and watched for a while, and suddenly her hands and feet trembled, and she staggered back a few steps, staring blankly.