Su Qingzhi rushed over and grabbed her mother's hand, her voice trembling slightly.

"Mom, I'm home! I heard Dad fell. What happened? Is he badly hurt?"

"It's okay, it's okay, don't panic."

Zhu Xiuqin quickly patted the back of her hand and pulled her into the house while talking.

“Your dad was walking on the edge of the field, and he was fine until the soil under that patch of land had become loose. He was walking ahead and didn’t notice that his foot slipped, and he almost fell flat on his face. Luckily, he reacted quickly and braced himself with his hand, but his calf scraped against a sharp rock in the ground, which cut him.”

"It definitely hurts, but thankfully God saw the light. No bones were broken, and no tendons were injured. The doctor said I don't need stitches, just a few days of rest. We know a bit about herbal medicine, so we applied some herbal juice, but it doesn't seem to work as quickly as that hemostatic and tissue-regenerating ointment from the old pharmaceutical factory."

Those folk remedies had a strong smell, were sticky and spicy when applied, and slowed down wound healing.

After much thought, it was still necessary to have Su Yicheng make a trip to the county.

Let's see if we can find some of the old medicine from back then.

"I'm going to check on Dad."

Su Qingzhi hurried into the house.

Upon hearing that his daughter had arrived, Su Mingdong immediately tried to sit up.

As soon as I put my hand on the edge of the bed, I winced in pain from the pulling on my leg.

"Dad, don't move!"

Su Qingzhi quickly called out to him.

"Don't move, I'll help you."

Su Mingdong looked her up and down several times.

Seeing her daughter's rosy complexion and full cheeks, she finally felt relieved.

"Qingzhi, you're back?"

His voice was a little hoarse.

Su Qingzhi felt a pang of sadness and almost burst into tears.

She had just noticed that her parents' hands were rough and cracked, and their faces were tanned dark by the sun.

When you go to the countryside to settle down, you can't avoid hardship and toil.

But compared to when Dad was sent to work in the Great Northern Wilderness, being able to keep this little house now is already a great blessing.