Chapter 18 The wound has healed

"Aunt Zhang, don't worry, let's go to the infirmary first." Ling Xuemei was afraid that Aunt Zhang would delay Uncle Zhang's injury, so she stepped forward to hold her.

Aunt Zhang's mind was now on Uncle Zhang, and she didn't listen to the advice at all. When she was held, she angrily shook her body.

Ling Xuemei didn't stand firmly and fell backwards.

Ling Yao was quick-witted and stepped forward to support Ling Xuemei, but she sat down on the ground with her buttocks. Her hand accidentally pressed on a small stone on the ground. The corner of the small stone was very sharp and pierced Ling Yao's palm, and blood flowed out instantly.

"Yaoyao." After Ling Xuemei stood firmly, she hurried to check on Ling Yao's situation.

"I'm fine, let's talk when we get back." Ling Yao endured the pain and got up from the ground, picked up the umbrella on the ground, and followed Ling Xuemei and the others to the infirmary. She

looked down and saw that her jade pendant had fallen out of her collar. She reached out to put the jade pendant back into her collar, but she didn't notice that the blood on her hand accidentally stained the jade pendant, and the jade pendant flashed a white light.

Gu Qing'an sent Uncle Zhang to the infirmary and put him on the bed.

"Hiss!" Gu Qing'an couldn't help but gasp when he pulled the wound on his hand. The wound on his hand was caused by the tiles that fell from above when he was saving Uncle Zhang, and it was still bleeding.

Ling Yao also noticed the blood on Gu Qing'an's hand, and handed him the medicine and gauze, "Can you take care of it yourself?" She gave him the medicine because he saved people, otherwise she wouldn't even look at him even if he died in front of her. This man hurt her so deeply in her previous life, and she just wanted to stay away from him in this life and have nothing to do with him anymore.

"Sure, thank you! How's your hand?" Gu Qing'an saw the blood on Ling Yao's hand and guessed that it must have been hit when she fell before.

"It's okay." Ling Yao replied lightly, turned around and walked outside.

Gu Qing'an's face sank slightly, and he walked out of the infirmary with the medicine. Fortunately, he had canceled the engagement with Ling Yao, otherwise if he married her, his life would become stagnant.

Ling Xuemei worked hard for a long time and finally treated Uncle Zhang's injury. Fortunately, he just fainted and it was not serious. He would recover after a few days of rest.

After arranging Uncle Zhang and Aunt Zhang to sleep in the infirmary, Ling Xuemei walked to Ling Yao, "Yaoyao, let me see your hand." She was almost heartbroken when she saw her daughter's hand hit the pebble on the ground.

"It's just a small wound. Don't worry. I've applied medicine and it will be fine tomorrow." Ling Yao had wrapped it with gauze and now she didn't feel any pain at all.

"Really?" Ling Xuemei didn't believe it.

"Really. Mom, you've been busy all day, go to bed." Ling Yao saw the fatigue on Ling Xuemei's face and felt a little distressed. When she has money, she will definitely not let her mother work so hard again.

"Okay, you should go to bed early too." Ling Xuemei was busy all day and was really tired and sleepy now.

"Good night!" Ling Yao hugged Ling Xuemei coquettishly and turned to walk towards the room.

Ling Xuemei smiled helplessly and dotingly and walked towards her room.

Ling Yao changed into pajamas, climbed onto the bed and fell asleep soon after.

In her dream, a medicinal field appeared in front of her. The medicinal field was full of various medicinal herbs. She ran around in the medicinal field excitedly, and the tip of her nose was full of the fragrance of herbs.

Ling Yao slept very deeply that night, and she didn't wake up until almost noon. She opened her eyes, yawned lazily, and looked up at the clock on the wall, only to find that it was almost ten o'clock in the morning. She

rubbed her messy hair, got out of bed, put on her slippers, went to the closet to get a set of clean clothes to change into, and then went outside to wash her face and brush her teeth.

Ling Xuemei had just finished her work and was about to go to the kitchen to cook. When she heard some movement in the room, she knew that Ling Yao had gotten up. She deliberately didn't wake Yaoyao up this morning. She was busy with her so late last night, and she must be very tired. She wanted her to sleep a little longer.

"Mom." Ling Yao brushed her teeth, washed her face and came to the kitchen. She saw Ling Xuemei washing vegetables and walked over to wash with her.

"Your hand is not healed yet. Mom can do it." Ling Xuemei glanced at the gauze wrapped around Ling Yao's hand, and a trace of heartache flashed in her eyes.

If Ling Xuemei hadn't said it, Ling Yao would have forgotten that her hand was injured because she didn't feel any pain at all.

"It's okay now."

"It's okay, but you can't touch water."

Ling Yao glanced at the wet gauze on her hand. When she washed her face just now, the gauze was already wet by her.

Ling Xuemei also noticed it, and rolled her eyes at Ling Yao in annoyance, "Why don't you re-bandage it quickly, be careful of the wound getting infected."

"Oh." Ling Yao could only obey.

Arriving at the infirmary, Ling Yao took out the medicine and gauze from the medicine cabinet, and then untied the gauze on her hand. The next moment, she was dumbfounded, seeing that her palm was intact, how could there be a wound? But she clearly had a deep wound yesterday? What happened?

After thinking about it, Ling Yao still couldn't figure it out, so she simply stopped thinking about it, anyway, it was a good thing for her. Otherwise, her mother would definitely not let her help with housework in the next few days.

Ling Xuemei saw Ling Yao come in again, her eyes fell on her hands, and she frowned slightly when she saw that she didn't wrap them with gauze, "Why didn't you wrap them with gauze?"

"I'm not injured, I probably didn't see clearly yesterday." Ling Yao herself also felt very magical. The blood yesterday was real, and the pain was real, but there was no wound at all.

"How is it possible?" Ling Xuemei stepped forward and took Ling Yao's hand, looking left and right, and really didn't find any wounds, with a puzzled look on her face. She clearly saw blood on Yaoyao's hands yesterday.

"Mom, isn't it a good thing that I'm not injured? I'll help you wash the vegetables." Ling Yao smiled and pulled her hand back, walking towards the stove. She can be reborn, so what can't happen.

After dinner, Ling Yao went to the village committee again to call Zhao Kun.

This time the call was finally connected.

"I also have something to tell you." Zhao Kun was very excited when he heard Ling Yao's voice.

"Then you go first."

"It's like this, I have already bought a set of machines that they have eliminated from the winery as you said. The machine will be delivered to the factory tomorrow morning. Do you have time to come and take a look?"

"Okay." Ling Yao replied. In fact, at first she wanted Zhao Kun to buy a brand new set of equipment. After all, the new equipment has better performance, higher efficiency, and longer service life. But Zhao Kun said that the new equipment needs to be imported from abroad, and it may take one or two months to be shipped over, which is too long. So she suggested going to the winery to buy their discarded old machines, so that production could start as soon as possible and save some costs at the same time.

In her previous life, she had a deep understanding of the machinery used to produce medicinal liquor. Not only had she consulted a mechanic, she had also studied the machine's drawings in depth. Therefore, as long as the old machine was properly modified, it would be possible to produce medicinal liquor.