"Ah Guang, you went up the mountain to chop firewood again?"

The man called Ah Guang didn't say anything, but continued walking forward without turning his head.

And everyone seemed to have gotten used to him doing this, just greeting him without expecting a response from him.

Ah Guang, also known as Zhao Qinghuai, arrived in this remote southwestern region under a new identity after faking his death last year. He has now found his contact, and in a while, the situation here will be completely resolved. Then he can go back.

Back home, Zhao Qinghuai sat there tending the fire, lost in his thoughts.

She must have already heard the news of her own death. At the time, she was pregnant and raising three children alone. Could she handle it? Probably she could; Lin Ying was never a weak woman.

She would only hide in a corner and cry secretly.

Zhao Qinghuai recalled how Lin Ying had acted the same way. She was always aggressive and domineering in front of her father's family, but she would become very lonely after seeing them happy behind their backs.

When she felt wronged, she would only hide in a corner and cry secretly. Now, with four children at home, she must be very strong, but she probably still hides away and grieves.

With this in mind, Zhao Qinghuai made a decision.

I don't know if Zhao Qinghuai is dead or alive, but I'm very busy right now.

She never imagined that one day she would open a small clinic in her home.

This story begins in October.

The village of Hunters is still relatively warm in October, but outsiders are already wearing down jackets.

Every day before Haoyu goes to school, Lin Ying puts heat patches on his body. To prevent the heat patches from falling off when he runs and jumps, which would be embarrassing.

Lin Ying also knew that the children would have to bring coal with them in the winter because the school didn't have enough.

Lin Ying's family doesn't actually use coal much; they just use a fire for cooking, or they simply use electricity.

So she bought some specifically for Haoyu to take to school and kept them at home.

In mid-October, the heavy snow arrived as expected.

The weather seemed to turn cold instantly. Lin Ying's family had underfloor heating, and the heaters were always on. The temperature inside remained in the twenties (Celsius), so they naturally didn't feel cold.

That day, Lin Ying had just returned from dropping her children off at school when she saw two people standing at her door.

Lin Ying stopped the car and realized that Anba was with an elderly woman who looked to be around sixty years old.

"You're here? Wait a moment, I'll open the door. Have you been waiting outside long? Are you cold?"

Anba saw Lin Ying's lips curl into a smile: "It's not cold, I just arrived. Comrade Lin Ying, I brought my mother with me."

The old woman greeted Lin Ying with a smile, saying, "My benefactor, I've been saying I wanted to thank you, and I'm so glad to finally meet you today."

Lin Ying waved her hand: "Don't call me benefactor, Anba and I are friends. Auntie, you can call me Lin Ying or Xiao Ying from now on."

"Okay, okay."

Lin Ying opened the door, led the two home, and then drove the car back home.

After exchanging pleasantries, Anba finally told her about his mother's poor health.

Anba's mother was actually a little embarrassed because she had a female ailment.

I always feel it's a little difficult to say this.

Unexpectedly, Lin Ying didn't feel embarrassed after hearing this. Instead, she said, "Auntie, you really have a good son. As a woman, you are inherently vulnerable, and women have a high chance of getting gynecological diseases. Not all children can notice anything unusual about their parents."

It's always been said that raising a son is a blessing. However, if a mother has a daughter, she can talk to her daughter about any discomfort she might experience. But if it's a son, it's often a bit more difficult to talk about.

Speaking of his son, the old man couldn't help but smile: "Anba is my pride."

Lin Ying smiled and nodded in agreement: "It's obvious. Anba is very filial. He only wants you to get better soon. You are so lucky to have such a son. But right now, the key is to figure out your illness first."

The old woman then put aside her worries and slowly began to describe her symptoms: "Xiaoying, my illness is that I often feel a severe heaviness and distension in my lower abdomen, and sometimes it aches and my back is also very sore. Especially during my period, it is even more uncomfortable, and I have no energy at all."

Lin Ying listened attentively while carefully observing the old woman's complexion. After she finished speaking, Lin Ying said gently, "Auntie, let me take your pulse first."

The old woman extended her hand, and Lin Ying placed her fingers on her wrist, closing her eyes slightly to calmly feel her pulse. After a while, she slowly opened her eyes. Anba watched nervously from the side, barely daring to breathe, afraid of hearing some bad news.

Lin Ying stopped what she was doing, gave Anba a comforting look, and then said to the old woman, "Auntie, your illness is due to some blood stasis, and you may have been overworked and your body is a bit weak, which is why you have these symptoms. But don't worry too much, as long as you take good care of yourself, you will gradually get better."

Anba hurriedly asked, "Then how should we treat it? Lin Ying, just tell me. No matter what kind of medicinal herbs we need or what we need to do, I will do my best to help."

Lin Ying smiled and said, "It doesn't need to be too complicated. I'll prescribe some Chinese medicine for you first. I'll prepare the herbs for you here. When you get home, just decoct them and take them on time every day. You need to pay more attention to your diet. You can't eat any raw, cold, or cooling foods. Don't overwork yourself and get plenty of rest. I also have some homemade health-preserving pills here for you to take home. Taking them with the Chinese medicine will make the effects even better."

The old woman gratefully held Lin Ying's hand: "Oh, Xiao Ying, thank you so much. You've prescribed medicine and given us pills. How can we ever repay you?"

Lin Ying gently patted her hand: "Auntie, you're being too polite. Anba and I are friends. Treating you is just what I should do. There's no need to talk about repaying you. I just hope you can get better soon. Being healthy is more important than anything else."

Anba chimed in, "Yes, Mother, Lin Ying is such a kind-hearted person. Just focus on getting better and don't think about anything else."

Lin Ying then carefully gave the old woman and Anba some instructions on medication and daily care, which they both remembered. Afterwards, Lin Ying invited them to stay for a simple meal at her home. The meal was exceptionally warm and pleasant, and the old woman felt even more grateful to Lin Ying for her kindness and gentleness. After the meal, Anba led the old woman to bid farewell to Lin Ying and began their journey back to the tribe. Along the way, the old woman kept praising Lin Ying.