"Uh, your fourth uncle, your fourth son?"

"Fourth Uncle? Grandma, uh, Fourth Uncle is back." The child said, running back to his room.

Lin Ying couldn't stop laughing: "Your dialect here is quite interesting."

Zhao Qinghuai touched his nose, a little embarrassed: "If you want to learn, I'll teach you when I have time."

Lin Ying nodded: "Okay, but I don't know if I can learn it."

As she spoke, a woman with gray hair rushed out of the room. She was wearing a coarse gray cloth coat, which was covered in patches.

Looking at Zhao Qinghuai and Lin Ying, his voice trembled slightly: "Back, back inside? Quick, let's go inside."

Lin Ying followed Zhao Qinghuai inside. She didn't hear Zhao Qinghuai call out to anyone, so she didn't say anything.

Upon entering the room, Lin Ying saw an elderly man lying on the kang (a heated brick bed), with a small baby lying next to her.

Before Zhao Qinghuai could ask, tears streamed down Guo Qiaoling's face.

“In April, Shangxi Village and our village got into a fight over water, and your older brother was beaten to death. Your sister-in-law also died in childbirth. Your father was so angry that he couldn’t get up. The house was in chaos, and we couldn’t take care of Er Ya at all. So I sent her to her maternal grandmother’s house.”

To my surprise, when I picked up my child from school again, I found that he was extremely sleepy every day. I took him to see a doctor, and the village doctor said that my child had a heart problem.

I don't know if I'll survive.

Your brother is gone, and your father is like this. I have to take care of the family and work to earn work points. I know I had no other choice but to call you. If it weren't for the two hundred yuan you sent, my whole family would probably have starved to death. (This is in dialect, which is too troublesome to translate.)

Lin Ying saw Zhao Qinghuai's unpleasant expression, but was a little anxious because she couldn't understand what he was saying.

Zhao Qinghuai patted Lin Ying's hand to calm him down, then asked, "What about the person who killed my brother? Nothing happened to them?"

"The man who killed your brother was arrested that very day and is said to have been sent to the Northwest for reform through labor."

Zhao Qinghuai never expected his family to end up like this: "Do you still have any food at home? What are your plans for the future?"

Upon hearing this, Guo Qiaoling burst into tears: "I don't know either. It's retribution, it must be retribution. Because we gave you away when you were a child, now the retribution has come on to us."

Zhao Qinghuai didn't want to hear any of this, and he didn't want to get involved in family matters.

But now that things are like this at home, even though he has been adopted out, we can't just ignore it.

But he was a soldier, and he would have to leave eventually. He never intended to keep Lin Ying here. In his view, he had no responsibility to do so, much less to make Lin Ying do it.

In fact, Guo Qiaoling naturally wanted Zhao Qinghuai's wife to come back. If Zhao Qinghuai's wife returned, there would be another helper in the family, and Zhao Qinghuai could send more money home. However, she didn't dare to say it, so on the phone, she stammered for a long time and couldn't explain clearly.

Lin Ying simply couldn't understand what the two were saying, so she simply stopped listening.

Zhao Qinghuai didn't respond to Guo Qiaoling's words, saying things like "I don't blame you." Nor did he mention anything about taking care of them in their old age.

Instead, he looked at Lin Ying and said, "Could you take a look at my dad and this child? See if my dad can get better."

Although Lin Ying couldn't understand the local dialect, they could understand Mandarin. After hearing Lin Ying's words, Guo Qiaoling had tears in her eyes, clearly not expecting things to develop this way.

Lin Ying nodded and went over after hearing Zhao Qinghuai's words. After taking Zhao Daming's pulse, she went to check on the child sleeping there.

The room was completely silent; even the little boy from before hadn't said a word.

After reading it, Lin Ying said to Zhao Qinghuai, "Your father's illness can be cured, but as for this little girl, I'm afraid we can only keep her alive."

Guo Qiaoling, who was standing to the side, thought she had misheard. Excitedly, she went over and grabbed Lin Ying's arm tightly, as if she had grasped a lifeline: "You just said you could cure him? My man can stand up again?"

Lin Ying heard this because Guo Qiaoling spoke Mandarin in a strange tone.

Lin Ying nodded: "Yes, I can cure it. It should be cured in less than a month."

This was the first good news Guo Qiaoling had heard since the last incident. Overjoyed, she cried, "That's wonderful, that's really wonderful! Waaah, old man, can you hear me? You can be cured! You don't have to stay in bed all the time anymore!"