Medicine 1: In the second half of the night in autumn, the moon has set, and the sun has not yet risen, leaving only a dark blue sky; except for the night-wandering creatures, everything is asleep. Hua Laoshuan suddenly sat up, struck a match, and lit the greasy lamp, and the two rooms of the teahouse were filled with bluish-white light.

"Xiaoshuan's father, are you going?" It was the voice of an old woman. A cough also came from the small room inside.

"Well." Laoshuan listened, responded, and buttoned his clothes; he stretched out his hand and said, "Give it to me."

Aunt Hua rummaged under the pillow for a long time, took out a bag of foreign money, and handed it to Laoshuan. Laoshuan took it, put it into his pocket with a shake, and pressed it twice outside; then he lit the lantern, blew out the lamp, and walked into the inner room. There was a rustling sound in the room, followed by a cough. Laoshuan waited for him to calm down, and then called softly, "Xiaoshuan... Don't get up. ... Mom, you go to sleep."