"Girl, stop shaking him! Let me see the child. I'm a doctor." Yang Ailan also sensed something was wrong and worriedly stopped Zhao Yuxiang's movements. If the child was truly sick, shaking him like this might worsen his condition.
"But..." Zhao Yuxiang's tears finally spilled out of her eyes. She leaned back slightly, bringing the person in her arms into Yang Ailan's line of sight, her body trembling slightly.
For Zhao Yuxiang, Dr. Yang Ailan's identity was like a piece of driftwood she grabbed when she was on the verge of death, giving her a great sense of trust.
Yang Ailan leaned over and took Yuan Zhuan's left hand, checked her pulse, then examined her eyes and gently touched the pulse on her neck. A look of doubt flashed across her delicate and dignified face.
The pulse looks perfectly normal; it's just that the body is severely depleted and malnourished. Everything else seems fine, and it looks more like the person is asleep.
Was the sleep a little too long?
"How is it, doctor?" Zhao Yuxiang couldn't help but ask, watching Yang Ailan's movements with great interest.
The latter shook her head, startling Zhao Yuxiang so much that her eyes widened, and she almost couldn't catch her breath. Cold sweat broke out on her forehead. Fortunately, Yang Ailan immediately noticed Zhao Yuxiang's reaction and quickly explained, "Sister, don't overthink it. The child is fine. I shook my head because I couldn't see any other problems with the child, not because it's incurable."
After the examination, Yang Ailan was also covered in sweat. Luckily, she explained quickly enough, otherwise the girl would have fainted from fright.
"Mom..." The daughter beside her touched her mother speechlessly, finding it somewhat amusing.
Her mother is good in every way, except that she sometimes likes to talk with a heavy breath, and this habit has never changed over the years, scaring people quite a bit.
"What happened to my daughter? Why isn't she waking up? Should I take her to the hospital?"
"Your daughter isn't sick, she's just malnourished and quite deficient. This deep sleep could also lead to a coma. The next station is a major station, the train will stop for twenty minutes. Go buy some formula to make her some milk to replenish her energy; she should wake up soon."
Deficit? Malnutrition?
Yes, Zhuan Zhuan was beaten until she fainted and had a fever a couple of days ago because she forgot to cut pig feed. She hasn't eaten anything substantial for almost two days, and the porridge she's had is so thin you can see your reflection in it. Plus, she's been running around with things to do and hasn't had a proper rest, so it's no wonder she's been unconscious for so long. She's hungry, she's really hungry!
It was her fault, it was her negligence...
Holding her child tightly, Zhao Yuxiang's eyes were glazed over, tears streaming down her face, her heart aching... It won't happen again. Her daughter and son, as long as she is alive, she will never let them go hungry again, never.
Yuan Zhu didn't quite understand what Yang Ailan meant, but he knew that his sister was in poor health and that's why she couldn't wake up. Unlike other children who would burst into tears when they saw their mother crying, he just silently grabbed his mother's clothes and shed tears without a sound. His pitiful appearance was heartbreaking.
Looking at the three women and children, Yang Ailan and her son felt a pang of sympathy. Needless to say, it was all the fault of poverty. Judging from their clothes and physiques, they looked like they had been abused for many years. Did the men in the family really treat these three women and children well?
This is a new era, and there are still people who don't have enough to eat!
"Young lady, are you having some trouble with your hands? How about I..." She was about to speak when someone bumped into her. Turning around in confusion, she met a pair of shrewd eyes. It was the old lady who had been chatting with someone in the next seat since she got on the bus. She was now winking at her, shaking her head, and giving the mother and her two children a meaningful look.
Yang Ailan instantly understood what she meant. She was telling her not to be overly kind, because there were too many swindlers these days who used pitifulness to gain sympathy, and who knew how well they ate and dressed in private.
The old woman's disgust was all too obvious; she believed that the mother and her two children were deliberately trying to gain sympathy.
Zhao Yuxiang was unaware of their interaction, but she did hear Yang Ailan's unfinished words. When she realized what was happening, she simply smiled gratefully, shook her head, and looked down at her daughter in her arms, saying, "No, I have money. I can raise my child very well, very well~ When we get off, I'll get off and buy some formula~"
Because of the older woman's intervention, the conversation ended there. Zhao Yuxiang didn't take the opportunity to say anything more to Yang Ailan. She just asked her son to get some hot water, fed her daughter a few sips, and breathed a sigh of relief when she saw that the child knew how to swallow. She then lowered her head and kissed her daughter's forehead, hoping that the train would stop soon.
Although he was so weak that he didn't even have the strength to open his eyes, Yuan Zhuan knew about everything that was happening in the outside world.
This body was indeed severely depleted. She ate very little, and when she finally had a chance to eat more, she would share some with her younger brother. Not to mention she also had to work and endure beatings. Tsk tsk... The contents of this child's memories were simply unbearable to look at. The Wan family was not just a snake pit, but comparable to a snake pit, even more terrifying than Zhou Bapi in history. No wonder she couldn't survive and managed to save her own life.
"Host~" A mechanical voice suddenly rang out, startling Yuan Zhuan so much that her soul trembled. "What? Can't you even catch your breath before you speak? You almost scared the soul out of my body!"
"I am not a living being, I don't breathe."
Yuan Zhuan rolled his eyes in the darkness. "Speak your mind, or shut up."
"Host, your outstanding bill has been generated. Please check it as soon as possible."
"What?! A bill?!?!" What the hell is this bill?!
When someone gets angry, the system's response is an IOU that reads: "One Huili Pill, Borrower: Yuan Zhuan, Repayment Time: As soon as possible, Date, Fingerprint."
"You even steal fingerprints, you motherfucker! System, I'll fucking kill you!!"
system:……
"Holy shit!! You dare to shock me?!" Even though it was a soul form, this kind of electric shock from a soul form was incredibly exhilarating!!!
"If the host insults the system again, the electric shock intensity will be increased tenfold."
Yuan Zhuan: Just a quick, hasty...
"How am I supposed to repay the loan?" A wise person knows when to yield; you can't fight against a system!
Getting back to the point, she needed to figure out what was going on with this inexplicably appearing system.
As soon as he finished speaking, a tiny, sesame-seed-sized glowing dot appeared in the endless darkness, and the system's electronic voice in his mind was clear: "Touch it with your soul power."
Soul power? What the hell?
After voicing his doubts, the system disappeared again.
"Damn it! You're so irresponsible!! Aren't you afraid I won't repay the loan? I've been given a second chance at life, I don't care if I have a system or not!"
She is a Taoist priestess. In a peaceful era where there are people, souls, and ghosts, how could she not have food to eat?
The system can only add icing on the cake for her future success; whether she wants it or not is irrelevant.
That's what I was thinking, but... "There are only 24 hours left to repay the loan. If you miss that time, your soul will be scattered." The system reminded him again, which made Yuan Zhuan so angry that he wanted to give the middle finger.
Damn it! She knew it wouldn't be anything good; this was blatant coercion!
He cursed inwardly, took a deep breath, and thought, "Damn it, it's just soul power, right? I'll figure it out."
One hour... three hours... ten hours...
"Warning: Host's life countdown is down to ten hours. Please repay the loan as soon as possible."
Holy crap!! This hair-dripping stuff is giving me a headache!
In the darkness, Yuan Zhuan scratched her head in frustration—it wasn't that she didn't want to, it was that she didn't know how!
Wait... that's a translucent hand! Try touching my knee—the icy touch sends a chill down my spine.
Holy crap, I can touch things now!!
Yuan Zhuan, almost jumping for joy, pointed his index finger at the tiny sesame seeds in the air.
"Ding-a-ling... System startup~" The mechanical voice rang out, making Yuan Zhuan's heart pound rapidly.
A transparent screen, over twenty inches in size, suddenly popped out of thin air.
"Holy crap, what is this? A computer screen?" On the screen, in the upper left and upper right corners, there are two square icons about the size of a thumb: 'Apocalypse' and 'Modern'. In the lower right corner, there is a smaller square that circles 'Warehouse'.
Apocalypse, modern times? What the heck?
"Congratulations, host, you have activated the interdimensional trading system. Now, please open the Apocalypse Guide and read the instructions."
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