"You don’‘t need to be worried about my illness. I believe I will recovergradually."

Laying in bed, Mrs. Fan, who had been very sick for months, was saying in a weak voice to her husband. Mr. Fan patted her with his hand and comforted her,

"You’‘re my wife, I must think of a way to help you recover from the illness. And I still hope that you will give birth to a son for me."

"Ge! Ge! Ge!"

Mrs. Fan kept coughing for a few times.

"See! Your illness is getting worse, how can I not be worried about you? Right, yesterday I requested a prescription from Daoist Fang (people who practise Daoism). Let us try it."

Mr. Fan stood up and went to get the prescription as soon as he had said that.

"What prescription?"

"Em! The prescription says that we need to keep 100 sparrows. Everydaywe have to feed them infused-herb rice. After 21 days of feeding them we kill them and eat their brains."

"What? Eat the brains of 100 sparrows? No! No way! This is too savage, I cannot eat them."

Mrs. Fan shook her head to imply her disapproval.

"What is savage or not savage? You have to eat anything to recover. Furthermore Daoist Fang told me this prescription is very effective."

Mr. Fan did not agree with Mrs. Fan’‘s opinion. He went downtown alon eand brought back 100 fat sparrows. He kept them in a cage. Then Mr. Fan he quickly went to the Chinese herb chemist to buy the infused-herd rice. Laying in bed, Mrs. Fan heard the twittering of the sparrows. She knew of her husband’‘s determination. She could not help sighing, "Alas!" Mrs. Fan continued to think,