Jie Jingshan sat in her wheelchair. With no book to read, she passed the time by plucking the bristles from a piece of pork belly. As she listened to Yanhong's muffled screams, Granny Yu, consumed with worry, paced back and forth in the courtyard.
A baby's cries echoed from outside the courtyard, while Yanhong's screams rang out from inside the house.
Hearing the screams, the next-door neighbor couldn't help but come out of her house. "Granny Yu, what's wrong with your Yanhong?"
"The Fourth Wife of Jing is giving her a lactation massage," Granny Yu replied.
"A lactation massage?" The neighbor looked baffled, then incredulous. "A massage can make milk come in? Granny Yu, don't let yourself get scammed. You'll lose your money, your Yanhong will suffer for nothing, and your great-grandson will be out of luck."
