Becoming the Villain's Discarded Wife
Chapter 378: Medication

Chapter 378: Chapter 378: Medication

"No trouble," Nanzhi shook her head, her voice tinged with regret. Yueyue being such a little girl...

"I wonder if the ginseng will be handy?"

Shen Wenchen asked the next question, pulling Nanzhi into his arms.

Having become parents, they found it hard to see other children suffer. If they could cure Yueyue’s illness, it would be a meritorious deed.

Not answering immediately, the second-in-command took the wooden box and started to inspect it carefully.

After a while, he nodded, closed the wooden box, and put it aside.

"This ginseng is very well-preserved and highly potent. If everything goes well, Yueyue should be able to hang in there until she reaches adulthood."

Everyone understood his meaning. Shen Wenchen and Nanzhi exchanged glances, neither of them dared to ask the question.

They were afraid they would hear bad news.

"What if something goes wrong?"

Seeing no one speaking, the old man, who was standing on the side, finally spoke gently.

Since these young ones didn’t dare to ask, he would be the one to burst the bubble.

"If something goes wrong...." The second-in-command pursed his lips, looked at them, finally exhaled and let the rest of the sentence out.

"Yueyue would only live for a couple more days."

The little girl has a weak constitution. Coupled with her severe tuberculosis, she could barely last another month without medical intervention.

The ginseng is precious, but her body was already weakened and beyond restoration. One wrong step and there would be no room to turn back.

Yuanbao pouted, her eyes welled up with tears.

"Uncle, please save Yueyue!"

The little girl wiped her face, tugging at the corner of the second-in-command’s clothes.

She knew that her uncle was the most skilled doctor and he could surely cure Yueyue!

"Yuanbao, I’ve done my best." He was good at killing people, but curing people was a different field for him. Even though his medical skills were excellent, he was not a god and didn’t have the ability to perform miracles.

Just like Yuanbao, the second-in-command felt helpless. All he could do was to try his hardest.

The atmosphere in the room became strange and tense. Suddenly, a grumbling noise came, making Nanzhi realize they still hadn’t eaten.

Setting aside his private stash of silver, the second-in-command, fearing that Yuanbao would keep crying, quickly led them to the cafeteria.

Walking down the road, Shen Wenchen found it strange how kindly everyone was smiling at them.

Could it be that, like in the books, this village was full of kind-hearted people who were forced to become bandits out of desperation?

Shen Wenchen looked perplexed, finding the reality hard to believe.

After all, this village was large, strategically located, and heavily populated.

Furthermore, as they walked along, he noticed most of the villagers were strong men. If they revolted one day, it would be a serious threat.

In his previous life, the government began their bandit eradication around the end of the year. However, in this life, the unrest was dealt with swiftly by the government, so he was uncertain whether this event would be affected.

When they arrived at the cafeteria, there were only a few people eating porridge. The others had gone to the fields after breakfast.

"Please, have a seat. Our food here is simple. I hope you don’t mind," the second-in-command gestured to them to serve themselves food from the serving window on the side. He himself took three steamed buns and got a bowl of porridge.

"It’s fine, it’s fine," the old man chuckled, already piling six steamed buns onto his plate, struggling to hold it with one hand, while the other hand was busy getting a large bowl of porridge.

Sitting at the dining table, Nanzhi felt a familiar sensation.

Wasn’t this cafeteria just like the one in their high school?

It felt like she had returned to her high school days!

Shen Wenchen had noticed many oddities along the way. Even as he sat down with his meal, he was still somewhat at a loss.

He knew there were transmigrators in Kyoto, but there shouldn’t be any in Qing Fenghan...

So where did this cafeteria come from?

Although many places, including the county government office, had chefs cooking daily meals, the layout was different from this place.

Even the serving window here was like the one at school. Could it be there were people from Nannan’s hometown in this village too?

Seeing him not moving his chopsticks, the second-in-command stopped eating and explained in a low voice, "Brother Shen, this is our cafeteria in the village. It serves three meals a day, and most of the villagers come here to eat."

Shen Wenchen came back to his senses and smiled, picking up a steamed bun and remarking, "This cafeteria is indeed very convenient."

Hearing his compliment, the second-in-command couldn’t help but smile proudly.

Their village was the best among those within a five hundred miles radius!

"That came from him." Little Yuanbao suddenly muttered from another corner, surprising Nanzhi and the others.

Who?

The second-in-command’s smile froze and he turned to look at Little Yuanbao incredulously.

Little Yuanbao, with her food still in hand, mumbled, "You told me when you were drunk."

The aunts and uncles in the village didn’t tell her about that person, only her uncle would--when he was drunk or after testing some medicine.

She knew that person had long hair, liked to wear red clothes, was beautiful, and...

Had left her and her daddy behind.

After breakfast, the second-in-command asked Yuanbao to show Nanzhi around, glancing at the old man before he left.

That old man looked familiar...

Yuanbao was still downcast. She wanted to see Yueyue but remembered what her uncle had said before he left.

What Yueyue needed now was rest and peace, trauma could be harmful to her recovery.

"Yuanbao, don’t worry too much. Yueyue will be fine." Nanzhi sat next to Yuanbao and tried to comfort her.

"Hmm..."

With a cry in her voice, the little girl nestled her face into her bent knees.

She was a bit scared.

She was scared that something would happen to Yueyue, scared that Yueyue who always smiled at her would leave her.

The little girl didn’t understand death, but she knew that when people died, they would be put into a coffin and buried deep in the ground.

Having eaten eight steamed buns and three bowls of porridge, the old man was satiated. He was rubbing his belly and sitting on a stone bench to rest.

Noticing that they were in low spirits, he finally spoke leisurely.

"Girl, did you bring what that little devil gave you?"

Nanzhi looked back at him, stunned.

"You had a grand opening of your restaurant, didn’t the little devil give you a big gift then?"

Realizing that he was referring to Xiaohe, Nanzhi quickly reached into her bosom to retrieve something.

"I brought it, I brought it."

She had her dad make her a small wooden box specifically for keeping those items.

Since experiencing the journey of fleeing famine in the past, she always carried some silver with her wherever she went.

And about Xiaohe’s gift, although she didn’t know what it was for, she knew that since he gave it to her, it must be very important. So she had always been keeping it on her.

"It’s good that you brought it." The old man stroked his beard and nodded in satisfaction.

A small figure rides up the mountain road towards Qing Fenghan. Dust flies up from the horse’s hooves, falling onto his hair.