Ever since Song Yiyuan agreed to marry her daughter yesterday, she has regarded Song Yiyuan as her son-in-law.

Uncle Li smiled and replied, "His sister-in-law, are you going to work?"

Uncle Li was sent down to the mountain village a few years ago. He was originally a traditional Chinese medicine practitioner who was criticized and forced to step down. Since he came, villagers would go to him for treatment if they had a headache or fever.

He collected medicinal herbs from the mountains, so he didn't charge the villagers for their medical treatment, just gave them some food. As he was old, he had not worked in the fields since the year 2002 and could not earn work points. He relied entirely on treating people in exchange for food.

The villagers also respected him. As a person who eats grains, there will always be times when he gets sick and needs help from others.

The footsteps outside the door were getting closer. Lin Qingqing lifted the small table and put it at the end of the kang, then came out with the dishes and chopsticks.

Lin Qingqing met Uncle Li, who was carrying a medicine box, at the door. She smiled and said, "Uncle Li, you are here."

Uncle Li also twitched the corners of his mouth and nodded stiffly: "Hey hey."

He could not forget the girl from the Lin family's habit of peeping at people taking a bath. How could such a beautiful girl have such a habit?

Lin Qingqing greeted him and turned around. She knew that no one in the village liked her. Behind her, she heard Song Yiyuan's low voice: "Uncle Li, I'm in trouble."

Lin Qingqing walked into the yard and saw a group of little radishes playing in the yard.

The yellowish morning sunlight shines through the tree branches onto the children's faces, and the sounds of their laughter and play are crisp and pleasant.

Qimao and Bamao, who were only two years old, stumbled and followed their older brothers and sisters, laughing happily.

Because of malnutrition, Maomao and Simao were too thin and stood out among the group of children.

Lin Qingqing looked down at the eggs in the bowl, took them out and put them in her pocket.

Lin Qingqing begged her mother to boil an egg for Song Yiyuan every day, but Song Yiyuan would never touch it. Maybe he knew that eggs were very precious to such a family.

Just as I put the bowl back in the kitchen, I heard Uncle Li's voice, raised with anxiety: "Xiao Song, your wound has ruptured and there are signs of suppuration. You need to go to the county hospital for anti-inflammatory treatment, otherwise your back will never heal."

Hearing this, Lin Qingqing's instinct as a doctor prompted her to go to Song Yiyuan's room.

In the original body's memory, Song Yiyuan was carried down the mountain by Lin's father and was in a coma for two days before waking up.

The injury was similar to that of a knife. This was what Uncle Li said when he came here for the first time. The original body had not seen Song Yiyuan's injury.

As soon as Lin Qingqing reached the door, she smelled a fishy smell in the air, which was the smell of an inflamed wound.

Li Bo was helping Song Yiyuan put clothes on. Lin Qingqing came closer and lifted up the clothes to look at the wound. The skin and flesh were turned inside out, red and blue, and pus had already formed inside.

Uncle Li was a little surprised that the girl from the Lin family didn't avoid suspicion. He wanted to say something but stopped himself and just instructed her, "Miss Lin, tell your parents that this person must be taken to the county hospital."

Seeing Lin Qingqing nod, he picked up the medicine box and trotted to the next injured person's home.

Song Yiyuan was not at all surprised by Lin Qingqing's action of lifting her clothes. He held Lin Qingqing's arm and said in a cold voice: "Take me to the Dong County Hospital."

Lin Qingqing glanced at him. The Lin family didn't have the money to take him to the county hospital for treatment. It would cost at least ten yuan.

This wound was probably caused by the original body crawling into his bed the night before, causing his wound to tear for the first time.

Never mind, it's her own fault, so she should take the blame.

Lin Qingqing sighed inwardly.

Seeing that she didn't respond, Song Yiyuan thought she was afraid of spending money, and said, "I can contact my comrades in the city to send money."

Lin Qingqing broke free from his hand, crossed her chest, and looked at him disdainfully: "Can your current injury withstand the bumpy ride of an ox cart? Or can you make it to the county hospital on your own? Your injury is minor. I'll bring back some herbs from the mountains and apply them to your skin. You'll be healed in a few days."

After saying that, he walked out.