Just as Yao Tongjia was feeling troubled, her mother's voice rang out from outside: "Tongtong, where is your master?"

Yao Tongjia had no choice but to bite the bullet and say, "It's in Master's room!"

When Yao Ma saw Xiao Yan covered with a blanket, she was shocked: "Tongtong, you pulled out the tree branch? How is your master?"

"My master is fine now, Mom. When I pulled it out, I realized that the branch had punctured a blood vessel, which caused so much bleeding. It didn't damage his heart at all."

"His heart wasn't injured? Really? Tongtong, is it true? You mean your master is alright?" Yao's mother asked excitedly, filled with anticipation.

But then she remembered that she had clearly seen the branch stuck in the heart. Could it be that her friend's heart was in a different position than others?

Yao's mother was a little confused, but of course she was happy that her friend was alive, so her daughter wouldn't really be tied to Xiao Gengwu!

Seeing that her mother had no doubts, Yao Tongjia felt a little relieved: "It's true, Master is just sleeping because she lost too much blood. She'll wake up tomorrow. You can help her replenish her blood!"

Yao's mother excitedly walked to her friend's bedside, placed her index finger under Xiao Yan's nose, and found that her breathing was even. She stood up happily: "Tongtong, it's true, it's true, your master is alright. I thought your master was going to die this time."

At this point, Yao's mother covered her face and began to sob. She was actually very scared, scared that she wouldn't be able to raise three children and scared of facing such a predicament alone!

Over the past ten years or so, this unusual family has managed to get to where they are today by supporting each other. It's wonderful that they can continue to support each other in the future!

Mom Yao happily twirled around the room, but Yao Tongjia couldn't stand it anymore: "Alright, Mom, we haven't eaten, we're starving! Quickly call our little brother out to eat!"

These words brought Yao Ma back to reality: "Let's all go out and let your master sleep. When she wakes up, I'll cook her a bowl of millet porridge, and tomorrow I'll make her chicken soup."

At this time, a bowl of millet porridge is a good tonic, and chicken soup is a highly nourishing food!

The mother and daughter came out and asked, "What is your brother Xiao doing looking at the cup over there?"

Yao Tongjia patted her head, having completely forgotten about it, and quickly went over: "Brother Xiao, you're awesome! Watch over the cups for me, let's go eat!"

Xiao Geng's eyes lit up as he looked at Yao Tongjia, grabbed the girl's sleeve, and followed her to the dining table.

Yao's mother sighed and turned to help Yao Tongxu out to eat.

The four of them sat at a small square table to eat. Xiao Geng had followed Yao Tongjia closely since he was a child, and he always insisted on sitting next to her. He would eat whatever Yao Tongjia picked up, and his eyes were always on her.

Of course, at this time, besides some wild vegetables and pickled vegetables, there was only cornbread on the table. Fortunately, Xiao Yan, the village doctor, was there and at least earned a few yuan a month, so the cornbread wasn't completely black.

What makes it better than other brands is that it contains some rare white flour and cornmeal, so it's not as hard to chew.

Yao's mother looked at the weak Yao Tongxu with some concern, afraid that he might fall to the ground.

Previously, Yao's mother would bring food to Yao Tongxu on the kang (a heated brick bed) for him to eat, but later his body became weaker and weaker as he lay there.

Yao Tongjia felt that the less a person exercised, the weaker their body would become. Given his panting and out-of-breath condition, it was impossible for him to go out for a run, so getting off the kang (a heated brick bed) was the first step.

Yao Tongxu admired her older sister the most, so of course she would do whatever her sister said and resolutely get off the kang (a heated brick bed).

After falling down several times, I was finally able to sit up and eat dinner steadily, which is a big improvement.

They were eating here, and the village secretary's family was also eating. While the children were playing around, they unconsciously made a bit too much noise and knocked a bowl to the ground.

This drew a barrage of angry scolding from Aunt Xu, but before the child could even cry, Aunt Xu herself started sobbing.

Village Party Secretary Xiao Jun sighed: "Don't cry yet. Maybe Yanzi is lucky and survived!"

"Are you blind? Didn't you see that thick tree branch stuck in her chest? How is she supposed to live?"

"It's all your fault! I told you we're her uncle and aunt, and we should take better care of her, but you're holding a grudge against her just because her parents never came back to the village!"

"What does her parents' affairs have to do with her? On the contrary, her grandfather used to send us a lot of food, which helped us all survive. We should treat her better!"

These words silenced Xiao Jun. He knew from his childhood that a capable person had emerged from their village.

But the capable man lived outside all the time. During those years of famine, it was he who sent back a lot of grain, which allowed the villagers to survive.

Later, he heard that the talented man had a son who was about the same age as him, and he wrote letters to him with admiration.

But the letter went unanswered. He harbored resentment, knowing that Xiao Yan was that person's daughter. Although he had taken her in, he hadn't taken good care of her.

Whether he takes care of her or not, it's all the same. Xiao Yan is capable enough to become a village doctor.

Now that his wife has said that, he feels a little guilty, especially when he thinks of Xiao Yan's ashen face.

He felt guilty. After all, Xiao Yan's grandfather had saved the entire village, and he was, as an elder, he should have taken better care of her.

"It's late now. Tomorrow morning, call the village chief's wife and the two of you go over and see what arrangements are needed."

They're young people; they probably don't know how to handle the aftermath.

Xiao Jun spoke with difficulty about "the aftermath," feeling somewhat melancholy. For more than ten years, the village had had Xiao Yan as its village doctor.

In the village, people, especially children, would get an injection or some medicine if they had a headache or fever.

Now that I think about it carefully, it seems that almost no children have died in infancy and almost no mothers have died in childbirth in the past ten years.

What will happen next? Xiao Jun picked up his pipe and tapped it, wondering if the apprentices Xiao Yan had taken in over the past six months would be able to leave the mountain.

The next morning, Aunt Xu and Aunt Xue, the village chief's wife, walked towards the end of the village without prior arrangement.

Thinking of Xiao Yan, and the fact that there was no longer a village doctor in the village, neither of them felt like speaking.

When they reached the door, they raised their hands to knock, but couldn't bring themselves to do so. Just as the two hesitated, the door opened!

Then a person floated out. This person met the two aunts face to face. The person was as pale as a ghost. Wasn't that Xiao Yan?

The two aunties screamed in fright, "A ghost!"

Xiao Yan was also startled and cried out, "Ghost! Ghost! Auntie, where is the ghost?"

Xiao Yan immediately forgot that she needed to go to the outhouse and wanted to run to the two aunts for warmth.

But even though they are so close, why do the two aunties seem so far away?

Something's not right! Xiao Yan shook her head. Was she dizzy from blood loss? Why did her two aunts seem afraid of her? Were they avoiding her?