"Dad, let me see your injury first."
She leaned closer, her voice soft and gentle.
Su Mingdong originally wanted to say...
"It's nothing, just a cut, it's nothing serious."
Upon seeing the worry in his daughter's eyes, he swallowed all his words.
He knew that if he didn't let her see it with her own eyes today, she definitely wouldn't be able to sleep tonight.
Su Qingzhi reached out and pulled the blanket back slightly.
The wound was located on the outside of his left calf and was about the length of a hand.
The edges were red and swollen, the skin and flesh were rolled back, a shocking sight.
It was covered with a thick layer of dark herbs.
Su Qingzhi frowned deeply, her heart aching so much that she could barely speak.
"Luckily, no bones or tendons were injured. What if it had been deeper and left lasting damage? What kind of medicine did you go to the county to buy, brother?"
"I just wanted to get some of that trauma ointment that our factory used to sell."
Zhu Xiuqin took over the conversation.
“A few days ago, the barefoot doctor, Old Li, came to see me and said that this ointment is a family recipe that can promote blood circulation, remove blood stasis, relieve pain and promote tissue regeneration. It is very effective. He said that using that medicine can speed up recovery by half.”
"Your brother is rushing to the county to see if he can find someone he knows from the factory to help him bring some back."
Su Qingzhi wished she could immediately change her father's medication to the one she had prepared.
The problem is, there are some things that simply cannot be done in front of others.
She could only suppress her anxiety and silently make up her mind.
She would come over quietly again at night after everyone had gone to sleep.
She had planted several rare herbs in the space.
Following the recipe in the ancient book, and after repeated experiments, I finally managed to make a small box of ointment.
Once, while cooking, she accidentally cut herself and decided to try applying a little bit of the ointment.
The next morning, a thin scab had formed on the wound.
It completely subsided by the third day.
She had known for a long time that the medicine was incredibly effective, but she had never dared to give it to anyone.
Who in this world would believe that a box of ointment could heal a deep wound so quickly?
If this gets out, it will only cause trouble.
But things are different now; she has returned to Qingshan Village.
Even if she took out something rare, no one would think much of it.
Trust between family members is far more important than rumors from the outside world.
"Dad, Mom, Zhiyu is back. You haven't seen him yet. I'll go and call him in."
Su Qingzhi suddenly remembered that Shen Zhiyu was still standing outside.
Her parents' biggest concern over the years has been her marriage.
Now that she has finally brought her husband home, they must be eager to see what kind of person he is.
Is he reliable and trustworthy? Is he someone you can entrust your life to?
"good!"
Su Mingdong and Zhu Xiuqin responded in unison.
Shen Zhiyu had been standing at the door.
He was startled when he suddenly heard the call from inside the house.
Zhu Xiuqin could tell he was nervous at a glance.
She walked over, patted his shoulder, and spoke softly.
"Don't be nervous, my husband and I are very easy to talk to, just relax."
Shen Zhiyu paused for a moment, then nodded.
"Yes, thank you, Mom."
After saying that, he stepped into the house.
The atmosphere in the room seemed to freeze for a moment when he appeared.
Su Mingdong and Zhu Xiuqin raised their heads at the same time.
He was wearing a work shirt, and his shoulders and back were ramrod straight.
He has handsome features and a resolute look between his brows.
A moment later, the two nodded in unison.
This boy is handsome, with clear eyes; he looks like a reliable young man.
"Dad, Mom!"
Shen Zhiyu spoke, his voice loud and clear.
Zhu Xiuqin spoke in a gentle tone.
"You're Zhiyu? Good boy, is your injury...healed?"
When their daughter was first reunited with them, they always felt a weight on their hearts.
Is Shen Zhiyu still alive?
Is there any news about them?
Although Qingzhi insisted that he was still alive, his parents were still so worried that they couldn't sleep every night.
If Shen Zhiyu is really gone, what will happen to Qingzhi?
They could clearly see that their daughter had truly given her heart to this man.
If Shen Zhiyu were really gone, they feared Qingzhi would never remarry in her life.
It's not easy for a woman to raise two children alone these days.
They were certainly willing to spend the rest of their lives taking care of Su Qingzhi.
But people are born, grow old, get sick, and die, so how can one really accompany her for a lifetime?
Ultimately, as long as Shen Zhiyu is alive, there is hope.
Everyone saw what just happened.
The tenderness in Shen Zhiyu's eyes as he looked at Su Qingzhi was undisguised.
"Mom, the injury has healed a long time ago, but the doctor said I still need to rest and recuperate for a few more days."
Shen Zhiyu spoke sincerely.
"I feel really bad for causing you and Dad so much worry."
Zhu Xiuqin sighed softly.
"It's good that you're alright, nothing else matters. Now that you're back, just stay home and rest easy. Your health is more valuable than anything else, so you need to take good care of yourself."
"Yes, I know."
Shen Zhiyu nodded emphatically.
Su Mingdong silently observed the young man in front of him.
His gaze gradually softened from initial scrutiny.
"Qingzhi, you must be exhausted after traveling for so long."
Zhu Xiuqin quickly turned to her daughter.
“Your dad’s injury is nothing serious. You should go home, take a hot shower, get a good night’s sleep, and rest up. You can come see him again tomorrow.”
"You all stay here and chat with the elderly. I'll take the luggage back first."
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