Into the ’70s Book: Pregnant After Divorcing My Soldier Husband

[Set in the 1970s + Face-Slapping s*umbags + Dimensional Space + Sweet Romance + Cozy Domestic Life]

Deng Zhilian wakes up to find herself inside a 1970s-era novel — as the brainless, big-b...

Chapter 14: My Eyeballs Are About to Fall to the Ground (1/2)

The sun gradually set, and the villagers gathered in the Wei family's yard to have fun. The house was not empty but was packed.

You can also hear Wei Jinyue crying.

"Mom, wake up!"

"Mom, you have to hold on. Sister-in-law has come up with a solution. Dad and brother will definitely come back!"

Right now.

Wei Yanzhen and Wei Xiaotian finally received the news and they returned home immediately.

The person I saw was Qin Ping, lying on the bed, dying.

When her father and brother appeared at this time, Wei Jinyue felt relieved and ran over immediately.

"Dad, brother, please save mom! Mom has a high fever and her temperature won't go down..."

The Wei family father and son brought Dr. Ma from the brigade clinic and asked Wei Jinyue to make way.

Doctor Ma, carrying a medicine box and with somewhat gray hair, immediately came to Qin Ping's bedside.

He touched her forehead, flipped her eyelids, and then took her pulse.

Finally, helplessly, he sighed.

"The disease came like a mountain falling. As I got older, my body was already a little weak. It was like a mountain falling. Most of it was gone in one go."

Wei Yanzhen and Wei Xiaotian finally realized that the person who suffered the most after the whole family was sent down to the countryside was Qin Ping.

But she appeared calm on the surface.

On the way, he cheered Wei Xiaotian on.

"Mom, I don't want you to die..."

When Wei Jinyue heard this, she cried even harder and her voice became hoarse.

Wei Yanzhen was also a little bit unbelieving, with a depressed expression.

My mother was looking forward to having a grandson, but his child hasn't even been born yet, and he wants to send his grandson off? ?

He can't accept this result!

He immediately rushed forward and grabbed Doctor Ma.

"If you can find a way to save my mom, we'll pay for it no matter how much it costs!"

"Do you want to take him to a large hospital right now? I'll borrow a car right away."

Doctor Ma sighed and shook his head: "Zhizhi, it's not that I don't want to help you, the truth is..."

"Your mother was depressed and exhausted, so she collapsed suddenly. This is an old disease that she had accumulated over the years."

"Besides, if you send him to the hospital, it won't be in time, and the brigade clinic doesn't have any medicine, so it can only treat minor illnesses."

"Unless... unless... you can find the medicine now!"

Wei Yanzhen and his son Wei Xiaotian saw darkness before their eyes.

When people in the entire Dongfeng Brigade get sick, they will not go to the hospital, and strive to heal themselves.

Given Qin Ping's condition, if she was sent to a large hospital, she might have died on the way.

At this time, Wei Jinyue, who was standing next to him, heard the word "medicine".

He immediately muttered, "Medicine...Medicine...Sister-in-law told me before that she has a solution. Could it be that she is looking for medicine?"

Wei Yanzhen also realized that his wife was not in the room at all, and a glimmer of hope ignited in his heart.

Maybe my wife really has a solution.

But Song Yitao, who was joining in the fun in the crowd, burst out laughing.

"With your sister-in-law? What kind of medicine can Deng Zhilan find? She is not a medical student!"

"I think she doesn't want to live anymore. Now that your mother is dead, flee from the Wei family!"

Song Yitao was more and more shocked, with a proud look in her eyes, "Deng Zhilan is just a person who takes advantage of others' misfortune. I thought she had changed her personality, but she just ran away when she encountered trouble."

"Just shut up!"

Wei Yanzhen roared so loudly that the tiles on the roof trembled.

Just at this moment, outside the yard, a figure walked in quickly, wearing a large straw hat and looking dusty.

It’s Deng Zhilan!