[Overpowered Space + Transmigration to the Past + Heroine with Superb Skills + Major Golden Finger]
This is a growth-type story, with no detestable characters and no angst. It has a warm,飒�...
There is no other way, just rely on these magic pills in space!
Lian Xiaomin used her mind to check the types of pills in the study of the space villa. There were hemostatic pills, tonic pills, and healing pills. These three would be fine. There was no harm in doing so, so she could just take one anyway.
She had only given this healing pill to Lawrence Lu once, and she had just scraped some of the powder off. For such a serious gunshot wound, it was visibly recovered much faster than normal.
I wonder if this pill will be effective for the injury on Tan Fanghua’s head?
Eighty percent useful!
Trust the organization… trust the space.
She took advantage of the bag to pull out three small medicine bottles, took out a pill from each bottle, and stuffed them all into Tan Fanghua's mouth.
Then he took out an injection of antipyretic medicine and gave it to her.
"This is antipyretic medicine. Let's reduce the fever first. Pills are good for stopping bleeding and removing blood stasis. Look at the injury on the back of her head. I hope it works. Let's wait and see. If there is no effect after two hours, send her to the hospital overnight."
Zheng Ying nodded. He felt that Master Lian was particularly confident, and he also felt more confident.
He turned around and introduced: "Xiao Bing, come here, this is Master Lian, he is Dad's benefactor, and also our family's benefactor. You and your brother kowtow to him. With Master Lian here, maybe your mom can get better..."
The two brothers knelt on the ground and started to kowtow. Zheng Haichao had wanted to do this for a long time, and he had to kowtow a few more times when he got home.
Lian Xiaomin quickly got down, put on her shoes, and pulled up the two people.
"Forget it, forget it, I'm not even as old as Zheng Haichao, this is nothing, why should I kowtow to you, oh my god."
"Master Lian, my brother and I will always remember your kindness to our family. I..."
"Okay, let's stop talking about this. Zheng Haichao, go cook some rice porridge for your brother and your mother, and pack up the two baskets of things and hide them. Oh, there are a few cans of beef that can be eaten right now, and don't break those five pounds of eggs..."
Zheng Haichao wiped his tears and nodded.
He didn't ask his younger brother to come with him, he just wanted to do it himself and let his father talk to him. He would probably have to leave in the second half of the night, so they didn't have much time to reunite.
Zheng Haibing sensibly poured a bowl of boiled water for Lian Xiaomin and Zheng Ying, then sat on the kang and chatted quietly with his father, talking about his longing for them and what had happened to them after they separated.
Lian Xiaomin was not disturbed. She sat at the end of the kang to rest and observed Tan Fanghua's situation.
If there is no improvement, you should go to the hospital immediately.
But how could the pill in space disappoint people? It couldn’t cure terminal illnesses, but it was indeed effective for Tan Fanghua’s injuries.
Not only did her high fever subside, but her face finally showed some color. After about an hour, she groaned twice and slowly began to wake up.
The Zheng family's father and two sons cried with joy and continued to call her. After a while, she really woke up.
Tan Fanghua has a good-looking appearance according to the standards of this era, with a big face, thick eyebrows, big eyes, and a high nose bridge. It's just that he has suffered a lot in the past two years and has experienced a lot of ups and downs. There is an indescribable sense of vicissitudes between his eyebrows and eyes.
"Zheng Ying... the child's father? I, I am not dreaming, am I? Is it really you!..."
The couple hugged each other and cried. After a long while, Zheng Ying stopped crying, slowly picked up Tan Fanghua, and sat her down on the pile of bedding.
The cooked porridge had been left to cool for a long time. Zheng Haichao filled two lunch boxes with rice porridge. Lian Xiaomin gave him four aluminum lunch boxes and asked him to keep them for his own use.
I gave one box to my younger brother to eat quickly, and gave the other box to my mother to feed her with a spoon.
There were also cans of luncheon meat and beef, one each opened.
Zheng Haibing wolfed down the porridge and canned meat, and he also chewed two of the five leftover white steamed buns.
Tan Fanghua hadn't eaten much for several days, so just a few mouthfuls of corn porridge was nothing.
At this moment, she looked at Zheng Ying beside her, wearing clean gray cotton clothes without a patch on them. She did not look as miserable as she had imagined for people sent to the cowshed. She felt particularly relieved and her appetite improved.
She simply took the spoon and drank it herself, while Haichao held the lunch box for her.
After taking two sips of rice porridge, he said, "It's over. I just thought this was real, but now it feels like a dream! If it's not a dream, where did the rice porridge come from? Isn't this something you can only eat in dreams?"
Several people burst out laughing.
"Mom, then you should eat more. It's just a dream, don't waste this opportunity."
Lian Xiaomin thought that every member of this film actor's family was quite interesting. If they hadn't been tortured so miserably by the world, they would have been such a happy family.
It was just after seven in the evening, so there was still time. They could leave at three in the morning. It was faster to drive at night, and they didn't have to take too many detours and there were no checkpoints.
Tan Fanghua ate a lot of porridge and some canned luncheon meat, then stopped.
"Oh, I feel like my mind is clearer now, better than before I fell ill, and I feel more and more comfortable, not weak at all."
Zheng Ying smiled and said to his wife: "Fanghua, you got better after taking Master Lian's medicine. Let me introduce it to you..."
He told everything about what happened after he was demoted to Sandaogou and how Lian Xiaomin took care of him.
He told her everything, including how he carried himself on his back and ran eight miles to the hospital on a snowy night, and how he drove him and his son to Xiliangtun immediately.
After hearing this, Tan Fanghua could no longer control herself and started to cry. She grabbed Lian Xiaomin's arm and wanted to kowtow to her.
"Girl, you are such a life saver. How could our family be so lucky to have met you!"
Lian Xiaomin quickly stopped her: "Aunt Fanghua, please don't be like this. If I encounter this, I will definitely help. I hope your family can live well in the ups and downs of the past few years."
Tan Fanghua sighed, "It's hard. Old Zheng is in Sandaogou thanks to your help. And the captain Zhang he mentioned is also a good man. But it's different here."
Zheng Ying's expression changed, and he asked angrily: "Is it that Tian Changsheng who caused you to get hurt this time? He has been against me since we were young. How can a person with such a character be a brigade cadre?"
In the past, he had always been away, living in the provincial capital.
All the elderly people in the family are gone, and only one sister married to another village. The rest are mostly cousins and relatives, and we don’t interact much.
But once they fell into trouble, they really fell into the hands of this villain, and their family suffered a lot.
"Of course, Dad, you don't know that the old man surnamed Tian likes to make trouble during the meeting. He invited the cadres of the Pigeon Committee to come here and said that they should make progress! He deserves the praise."
"…Actually, they were targeting our family. And, the blow that came at me was done by their boss, Tian Daniu. I saw it all."
Zheng Haibing said angrily, his cheeks puffed up.
Tan Fanghua smoothed the hair at her temples and said, "If it weren't for these two boys and our little girl, I wouldn't be able to live. Every time, Tian sent someone to hit me in the face with a shoe sole... He almost shaved my head into a yin-yang style."
"...But I wasn't accused, was I? At most, I was implicated by my husband. Why did he treat me like this? Isn't it just a personal vendetta? Just because I was always outdone by you in the past, I have a lot of resentment..."