The carriage sped along the winding mountain road, its wheels crunching over the gravel with a sound that seemed to tear at the heart. Lin Wanqiu sat on the edge of the carriage, the autumn wind ruffling her clothes, but unable to dispel the anxiety in her heart. She gazed at the distant, mist-shrouded mountains, the image of Shen Xiaoer's panicked face repeatedly flashing through her mind—Shen Laoda had fallen down the hillside and was still unconscious; this was no small matter.

Shen Tingzhou gripped the reins tightly, his knuckles turning white from the force, his usually composed eyes now filled with worry. He glanced back at the back of the cart every now and then, as if that would speed things up and get him back to the village. "Logically speaking, my brother often goes to that mountain to chop firewood; he knows the way very well. How could he have fallen?" he muttered to himself, his tone full of doubt. "Could something have happened to him?"

Lin Wanqiu gently patted the back of his hand, trying to soothe his emotions: "There's no use talking about this now. Let's get home first and see how things go. If something really happens, we'll figure something out." Even as she said this, her hand secretly reached for the jade pendant on her chest—the first aid kit in her spatial storage was still there, containing disinfectant, gauze, and ointment for treating external injuries, hoping it would come in handy.

About half an hour later, the carriage finally entered the Hongqi Production Brigade. Just as they arrived at the Shen family's door, a heart-wrenching cry was heard. Zhang Lan sat on the threshold, her hair disheveled, her face streaked with tears. Seeing Shen Tingzhou and Lin Wanqiu, she rushed forward as if seeing saviors, grabbing Shen Tingzhou's arm: "Second brother, you're finally back! Your eldest brother... he's still lying there, what are we going to do!"

Shen Tingzhou hurriedly pushed open the door and saw Shen Laoda lying on the earthen bed, his face as pale as paper, with a deep wound on his forehead, the blood already congealed into a dark red, stained with dirt and grass clippings. His leg was twisted unnaturally, looking as if it were broken. Several neighbors surrounded the bed, their faces filled with anxiety, but no one dared to go forward.

"Uncle Wang, you're very knowledgeable. What do you think of my brother's condition?" Shen Tingzhou squatted down by the kang (a heated brick bed) and carefully felt Shen Laoda's pulse. He could feel a faint throbbing in his fingers and breathed a slight sigh of relief.

Grandpa Wang sighed and shook his head: "It's hard to say. The wound doesn't look serious, and the leg is so swollen; it's probably a broken bone. Our village's barefoot doctor only treats minor ailments like headaches and fevers. In this situation, we need to get him to the commune clinic immediately! But it's getting late, and the road to the commune is difficult to travel; I'm afraid..."

Hearing this, Zhang Lan cried even louder: "Send her to the commune clinic? How much money would that cost! Where would our family get that much money? Besides, how can we send her in the dark!" As she cried, she secretly glanced at Lin Wanqiu, her eyes filled with a barely perceptible expectation—she knew that Lin Wanqiu was now wealthy and had a way, but she had always been harassing Lin Wanqiu with Old Lady Shen's help before, and she really couldn't bring herself to ask her for help.

Lin Wanqiu witnessed all of this, her heart filled with mixed emotions. She had indeed hated Zhang Lan—hated her laziness and greed, hated her for helping Old Madam Shen bully her and Nian'an. But now, seeing Old Madam Shen on the verge of death, and seeing Zhang Lan's helpless expression, she simply couldn't bring herself to ignore it. Human life was at stake; how could she stand by and watch someone die because of past grievances?

"Don't worry about the money, let's get him to the clinic first." Lin Wanqiu stepped forward, her tone firm. "Shen Tingzhou, go and bring our family's cart, and find two strong villagers to help carry him. I'll go get the first-aid kit and treat my brother's wounds to prevent infection."

Shen Tingzhou was stunned for a moment, then reacted and looked at Lin Wanqiu gratefully: "Okay, I'll go right away!" He turned around and rushed out of the house, shouting the names of the villagers. Soon, several strong young men followed him back, pulling a cart.

Lin Wanqiu hurried back to her home, took out a first-aid kit from her spatial storage, and also grabbed some clean towels and warm water. She took a deep breath, trying to calm herself down—she had learned some first-aid skills when she was a food blogger in her previous life, so treating external injuries shouldn't be a problem. But the thought of treating Boss Shen's wounds still made her a little nervous, after all, this was the first time she had faced such a serious injury in this era.

Back at the Shen family home, Lin Wanqiu had the villagers gently lift Shen Laoda onto the cart. Then, she knelt down and opened the first-aid kit. She first dampened a towel with warm water and carefully wiped the blood and dirt from Shen Laoda's forehead, her movements as gentle as if she were handling a fragile treasure. Watching her earnest demeanor, Zhang Lan felt a pang of guilt—she had always thought Lin Wanqiu was harsh, but now it seemed she had been too petty.

"Bear with it, it might hurt a little," Lin Wanqiu said softly. Although she knew that Boss Shen was unconscious and couldn't hear her, she still instinctively tried to comfort him. She poured out some disinfectant, dipped a cotton swab in it, and gently applied it to the wound. Boss Shen's body trembled slightly, so Lin Wanqiu's movements became even gentler. As she applied the disinfectant, she observed the wound—it wasn't too deep, but it was long and needed stitches. However, she didn't have any stitching tools, so she could only bandage it with gauze for now and deal with it at the clinic.

After treating the wound, Lin Wanqiu looked at Shen Laoda's leg again; it was swollen like a bun, and the skin had turned bluish-purple. She took out a bottle of anti-inflammatory and analgesic ointment from her spatial storage, applied it to the swollen area, and gently massaged it, hoping to relieve the pain. "This can't go on; we need to get him to the clinic quickly." She stood up and said to Shen Tingzhou, "Be careful on the road. I'll go get some money and prepare some dry food and water."

Watching Lin Wanqiu's busy figure, Zhang Lan's eyes suddenly reddened. She stepped forward, her voice choked with emotion, "Wanqiu... thank you. I was wrong before, I shouldn't have bullied you with Mother, please don't take it to heart."

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