"Fifth Sister is Anle, her name is Anle!"

Phew, isn't this the same name as hers? It's just that her family, friends, and classmates call her differently, since it's a polyphonic character.

Some call her Lele, some call her Yueyue, and so on.

very nice!

At least one name hasn't changed!

"Then I—" Just as she was about to continue asking, before she could even utter a word, Qiao Qiuniang entered the room, looking at Anle with a worried expression.

"Le Wa, where does it hurt? Should we wait until your father comes back and have him take you to see a doctor in town?"

Anle licked his lips, unable to bring himself to call the strange woman "Mother." After a long pause, he could only manage a forced smile that looked more like a grimace.

"No, it's nothing. My head is buzzing from the fall, and it hurts so much that I can't remember anything. It seems like I can't remember anything at all."

"What...what's wrong with me?" Damn, this is the most classic and clichéd amnesia trope, perfect for this situation!

It's a clichéd and melodramatic plot.

A timeless, flawless classic operation that will live on forever.

All you need to do is copy and paste, drop the lines, and you can easily brush off any problem.

Qiao Qiuniang turned pale upon hearing this, terrified.

"Oh no, did he hit his head?"

Anle was stunned. She watched as Qiao Qiuniang's trembling hands cupped her head and tears began to fall.

"Lewa, don't scare your mother like that! How did you hurt your head? What are we going to do? Why don't you remember anything? How can your mother live like this?"

Anle froze, a chill running down her spine.

Damn it, this woman is so sensitive, this trick won't work here!

"Don't, don't be afraid, it's...it's nothing serious, it's just that I can't remember things. Are you...are you my...mother?" Anle asked with difficulty, her voice hoarse.

If Anle hadn't tried to comfort her, things would have been fine. But as soon as Anle started to comfort her, Qiao Qiuniang's lips trembled, and she began to sob softly, wiping her tears with her sleeve.

"Why is my life so miserable? My child doesn't even remember his own mother! Lewa... let's not wait for your father to come back. I'll go to the east end of the village and call Uncle Xu. I'll have him get the oxcart and take you to the town to see a doctor." With that, he was about to rush out.

A deep, rough, and anxious voice came from inside the door; the voice was heard before the person was seen.

"Qiu Niang, is Le Wa Zi alright?"

“Mancang, you’re finally back! You should take our daughter to town to see her right away. She’s hurt her head and doesn’t remember anyone, not even her own mother.” Qiao Qiuniang covered her mouth and sobbed uncontrollably.

Mancang was startled when he heard this.

"What? You hit your head and broke it?"

An Ding, who ran in after An Mancang, heard Qiao Qiuniang's words as soon as he rushed in. He collapsed onto the kang (a heated brick bed) panting heavily, and started to cup An Le's face in his hands, staring intently at her.

"Little sister, do you remember who I am? I'm your second brother. You don't even remember your second brother, do you?"

Anle uncomfortablely pushed away the hands that were shoving at her face and coughed a couple of times, feeling a little embarrassed.

"N-I don't remember, but...but I think I'm fine now. I just can't remember people or things, and I'm a little dizzy. I think I'll be fine after a nap." Anle's eyes darted around as she stammered guiltily.

Seeing the group of sallow-faced, thin young men rushing in one after another, he suddenly felt overwhelmed and pulled up the blanket. "Ah, right, I need to rest, I really need to rest."

Muttering to himself, he covered his head with the blanket, no longer caring about the musty smell of the blanket, and covered his head tightly with the blanket!

My goodness! With so many people in the room, trying to fool them is really giving her a headache!

"How come she came back like this after just one trip? Little sister, you've hurt your head. Well... you should go see a doctor right away."

Anning, dressed in a patched orange outfit, glanced at Anjing, who was frowning and had a troubled little face, and sighed deeply.

"Big sister, seeing a doctor costs money, and we don't have any. Grandpa and Grandma went to town and aren't home."

Qiao Qiuniang was taken aback. After Anning brought it up, she realized that it was about money. Yes, they didn't have any money for medical treatment. All the money was in her parents' hands.

"The warehouse is full! What are we going to do? What about the money—"

An Mancang's thick eyebrows were tightly furrowed. He clenched his fists repeatedly, then loosened them again. His hesitant eyes finally settled when he caught sight of An Le, who was covered by the blanket. He gritted his teeth and said something.

"I'll go to the village head's house at the west end of the village to borrow some money!"

An Yi frowned and quickly grabbed her father.

“Dad, how dare you borrow money on your own? If Grandpa and Grandma find out, they’ll break your legs.”

“Cola Kid here, sigh—” An Mancang rubbed his head with his big hand, sighed with a troubled expression, and fell silent.

An Yi rolled his eyes and offered a suggestion.

"Dad, we ran into Grandma Zhuzi on the road just now. What did Grandma Zhuzi say again? Didn't she say that Fifth Sister fell from a tree while taking bird eggs and drank the herbal soup she made from some herbs she picked from Grandpa Lame's house? Is she alright now?"

"Cola Kid's head was injured! How come he's alright?"

"But didn't Grandma Zhu say that if Little Sister doesn't get better, we should go to her to get some herbs?"

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