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Quanzhou, Wanshou Road, South Gate. Not far away, the Jinjiang River, which passed through the 16th century, was flowing continuously, and the sound of lapping the shore came from far and nearer. Li Zhi's three-bay, two-deep courtyard looks particularly solemn today, and his wife Huang Yiren is terminally ill. In front of the hospital bed, their daughter Li Gongyi and her son-in-law Zhuang Chunfu looked sad and anxious. They looked at their mother, who had a haggard and emaciated face. Her beautiful eyes, which revealed her charm, were now covered with a layer of dim light. Her dull skin color was diffused with black aura, and her gray-brown fingertips seemed to be exploring the edge of death. Zhuang Chunfu glanced at Li Gongyi, and she walked out of the door knowingly. He said to his wife: "My mother's illness is getting more and more serious. I have called in all the famous doctors in Quanzhou City, but she has not improved yet. If my father knew about it... Oh, why wouldn't this make people anxious?!"