Scum Male's Whitewashing Manual

7.3 (1)

After saying as such, Wei Mingyan followed the old lady into the house, which should only be several years old, with dark walls and neat arrangement. It can be seen that the owner lives here with great care.

As they sat at the table, from the room, a sound of something falling reverberated, followed by a vague cry.

“Ah… ah…”

Said to be a cry, but in fact, it was more like an involuntary grunt. The old lady who was just walking in small steps suddenly picked up speed. She pushed open the door as she spoke in an urgent and worried voice, “Why are you awake? Did you hurt yourself from falling ah?”

“Ah…”

The old man, who had fallen on the ground and couldn’t turn over for a long time, struggled to push his body up with both hands. His eyes were chaotic as he drooled while his hands felt the floor all over. Wei Mingyan even smelled urine as he entered the room.

Apparently, the old man was diagnosed with Alzheimer’s.

Patients suffering from it are not aware, couldn’t speak, they cannot take care of themselves, and they lack even the simple concept of food.

“Come on, be careful, slowly…”

The old lady was old herself and she didn’t have much strength, but she skillfully lifted her husband who was a head taller than herself. Then, she took out a handkerchief to wipe her husband’s saliva, her movements gentle and practiced. In a few minutes, the old man had been cleaned and well placed on the bed.

“It’s hard to take care of him, isn’t it?”

The man wearing the Daoist robe looked on quietly under the dim light. His voice was very faint, as if all these matters did not bother him.

“You don’t have children, and you have to do everything by yourself. Are you tired of supporting this family alone?”

“Yes, I am tired.”

The old lady gently helped tuck in her husband as tears welled up in her eyes, but her eyes displayed the determination she felt. She replied softly with a trembling voice, “He has taken good care of me all my life and made me happy until now. Now it’s my turn. It’s worth getting tired.”

She looked into her husband’s eyes gently and lovingly, as if she was still the teenage girl looking at her sweetheart. Her hands were nimble as she helped her husband massage his stiff arms.

“We’ve been together for almost 50 years… We agreed to leave the world together. Well, it’s just leaving. But how did it become like this…”

Wei Mingyan stepped into the house, looking at the soul of the old man who had been following the old lady around as he stared at her with sad eyes, and looked at the house again.

It was clean and without any bad luck.

“You two are very kind, and have helped many people during your lifetime.”

“Yes.” The old lady said with a wry smile. “He was a teacher, and he couldn’t bear to see his students suffer hardships. Every time he received his wages, he basically gave away half of it. Even after being retired for so long, students still come to visit us every New Year’s Day.”

“Master!”

She stood up trembling, her voice was hoarse, “Before, you said there were other ways…”

“I beg you to heal him! I have lived with him all my life. He really is a good man, a good man! Shouldn’t good deeds be rewarded…”

“The good deeds he has done over the years are really useful.”