By noon, Song Ma's temperature had dropped considerably.

Song Yan held the thermometer, reluctant to return it. This was something money couldn't buy. After thinking for a moment, she put the thermometer into her spatial storage.

Song Yan quietly went to find the nurse, "Nurse, I accidentally opened the thermometer. I'm so sorry!"

"Why is your family so troublesome?" The nurse's patience had completely run out in Song Yan's family.

"How much is the thermometer? I'll pay you back. Is that alright?" Song Yan said, taking out his money.

Seeing that Song Yan's attitude was acceptable, the nurse said curtly, "Wait a minute, I'll go ask the head nurse."

A little while later, the nurse returned. "You only need to pay five cents."

"Okay, okay! Thank you." Song Yan readily took out fifty cents and left, feeling quite pleased with himself.

"You should be nicer to them," a nurse nearby said.

"I didn't expect her to be so willing to pay compensation," the nurse who spoke earlier said.

"Actually, her family is quite pitiful. You didn't see it before, a grown man, not a single penny on him. My aunt lives right next door, and those two are really..."

Having heard what he wanted to hear, Song Yan left. This was exactly the kind of public opinion Song Yan desired.

The test results came back, and just as Song Yan had predicted, Song's mother had a severe cold, mild dehydration, and anemia, which the doctor attributed to malnutrition.

When the IV drip was finished, Song Ma's temperature, though not back to normal, had dropped significantly. The doctor didn't recommend hospitalization. Song Yan borrowed a flatbed cart and pushed her home.

The room where Song Ma lived was very poorly lit, and Old Mrs. Song was reluctant to let her burn too much coal. So when Song Yan went in, he felt it was dark and cold.

If Old Mrs. Song forbids burning coal, it has no effect on Song Yan.

Song Yan had many things to do that afternoon. She quickly lit the stove and filled it with coal, making sure the fire wouldn't go out before Song Yan returned.

Song Ma's fever had dropped due to the Western medicine, but the cold and dampness in her body were still present. Song Yan needed to get her some medicine to expel the cold and dampness and to strengthen her constitution.

This is what ordinary people often say: Western medicine treats the symptoms, while traditional Chinese medicine treats the root cause. While not entirely accurate, there is some truth to it.

Based on the original owner's memories, they found a traditional Chinese medicine hospital and successfully obtained the medicine.

Looking at the sun, Song Yan felt there was still time. She immediately rushed to the machinery factory.

Song's parents gave all their wages to Old Mrs. Song, and then Song Yan paid for her mother's medical treatment.

Song Yan didn't care about the money, but it couldn't be spent like this...

Let's start helping Song Ma now.

When Mr. Song was called out of the workshop, he saw his daughter's back.

At noon, Song's father did not deliver lunch; he felt guilty when he saw his daughter.

Song Yan turned around and looked at his father quietly without saying a word.

But Song's father couldn't hold on any longer. "Your grandma won't let me go at noon."

"Since you listen to my grandmother in everything, why did you marry my mother in the first place? Why did you give birth to me? If you can neither protect your wife nor love your daughter, you shouldn't have a family."

Have you thought about what we'll do when my mother and I have no food at noon? Have you thought about what we'll do when we don't even have money for our next medication? Song Yan's tone wasn't aggressive, but rather one of utter disappointment.

Mr. Song said, "I'm sorry, Xiaoyan. I really have no other choice."

"You can't do it, but I can. Will you listen to me?"

"What method?" Song's father's eyes were full of hope. But Song Yan sensed that Song's father hoped to find a way to change Song's mother's mind.

Go find Old Mrs. Song? Song Yan felt that the money was completely irrelevant to Old Mrs. Song! "Come with me!"

Song Yan found the factory director's office directly from his memory.

Tang Baojuan, who was cleaning the corridor, saw the father and daughter. Tang Baojuan was Song's neighbor; she came from the countryside and was unemployed. Her husband worked in a machinery factory, but he was in poor health and frequently took sick leave. The factory took care of their family by letting Tang Baojuan do the cleaning work.

One autumn, when dividing the vegetables, she got into an argument with Old Mrs. Song. The leftover vegetable scraps on the ground weren't weighed or charged; whoever picked them up kept them. Old Mrs. Song couldn't possibly win against the young Tang Baojuan, and she cursed Tang Baojuan, saying she'd become a widow sooner or later.

That's practically cursing someone's husband to die! Tang Baojuan immediately started fighting with Old Mrs. Song. Old Mrs. Song got beaten up by Tang Baojuan.

The fight started when Old Mrs. Song scolded Tang Baojuan. The neighbors also felt Old Mrs. Song had gone too far. "Don't expose someone's weaknesses, right?" they thought. Besides, Tang Baojuan's husband was already sickly; to curse her to death over a few vegetable leaves was excessive.

Old Mrs. Song was beaten and gossiped about; no one could extort money from her. From then on, Tang Baojuan and the Song family became enemies. The two families were always suppressing each other.

If Tang Baojuan knew about the Song family's embarrassing situation, she would definitely spread the word for them. She wouldn't miss any opportunity to strike at Old Madam Song.

Song Yan smiled and nodded at Tang Baojuan.

Tang Baojuan felt like she was seeing a ghost. When did the Song family greet her?