These days, many capable veteran Chinese medicine practitioners have been labeled capitalists for running pharmacies. They were either persecuted to death or forced to hide their identities and stop practicing medicine. No one dared to prescribe medicine openly for fear of being reported under false pretenses, which would result in a miserable end.

There is a Traditional Chinese Medicine Department in the hospital, but it only sells some commonly used Chinese medicinal materials. There are doctors sitting in the clinic, but there are no experienced Chinese medicine practitioners who are truly capable.

For Zhang Hongmei at this time, this is a life-saving remedy.

Not many people knew that Zhang Hongmei had liver disease. She had visited all the hospitals in Beijing and taken a lot of Western medicine, but nothing worked. Her mother had been talking about it for a long time, saying that a relative of hers had also had liver disease and was cured by an old Chinese doctor. Unfortunately, the doctor was maliciously reported and eventually could not survive the criticism and became a pile of bones.

Last month she went to the hospital for a checkup and the doctor said her liver disease was getting worse and if it wasn't controlled, it would very likely develop into liver cancer.

But no matter how she cooperated with the treatment, her condition could not be controlled and kept worsening. She hadn't had a good night's sleep for a long time. Whenever she closed her eyes, she would think of her children who were not yet married, and her husband who was in his middle age and full of vigor. If she died, how long could her husband stay by her side?

She doesn't want to die.

Zhang Hongmei put her hands in her pockets and tightly grasped the prescription. She had a premonition that this prescription might change her fate.

Song Yun was unaware of Zhang Hongmei's excitement. She had already arrived at the train station with her brother. They were packed with stuff: two quilts, a newly bought suitcase for Song Yun, a small wooden carry-on suitcase for Song Ziyi, and a large bag filled with food and daily necessities. Fortunately, they had sleeper berths and the kind conductor was there to help, so the siblings had trouble getting on the train alone.

The educated youth from Heilongjiang Province were all sitting in the rigid carriages, and Song Yun did not go out of her way to greet them. When the train arrived in the provincial capital and everyone got off the train to gather, the leading cadre took out the name list and called the roll. Only then did the educated youth realize that there was a female educated youth who had not been sitting with them.

When Zhao Xiaomei saw Song Yun jogging towards her with bags on her back, her eyes almost popped out.

Song Yun also saw Zhao Xiaomei and thought that this world was really small.

"Song Yun! Is Song Yun asleep?" the team leader shouted loudly.

Song Yun shouted, "No, I'm here." She ran over quickly, put a big bag at her feet panting, then turned back to take the quilt wrapped around Song Ziyi, leaving him with only a small wooden box and a net bag.

The team leader knew that Song Yun had brought her brother to the countryside, so he just glanced at the siblings and said nothing.

"Why is there another child? Is such a young child also an educated youth?" someone asked.

The team leader said nothing and pretended not to hear.

Song Yun knew that she was being asked to explain herself, so she smiled and said, "This is my brother. There are no adults at home."

These few simple words seemed to express all the sufferings of the world, and many people imagined a tragic drama.

But some people also made inappropriate voices.

"Isn't this against the rules?" Zhao Xiaomei glared at Song Yun, her eyes full of hatred.