At the dinner table, Fu Ya kept putting food into her bowl: "Eat more of this egg to get more nutrition. This pickled vegetable was sent by your Aunt Wang yesterday, it's so crisp."
Fu Ya ate her breakfast with her parents piling food onto her plate. After breakfast, she went to work, reminding them before leaving, "Jiao Jiao just got back. It's cold outside, so don't go anywhere. Just stay home and rest."
"Do you understand?"
After Fu Ya left, Rong Jiaojiao asked Rong Lianhu, "Dad, how about I make a partition in our kitchen and set up a magic array so you can store your food?"
"No need. Your dad just got promoted, and a lot of people are watching me. We'll talk about it later."
Rong Jiaojiao's eyes flashed sharply: "Who's watching you?"
Her expression, as if she was about to punch someone, startled Rong Lianhu. He slapped her on the head and said, "A new broom sweeps clean; everyone's watching you. What are you planning to do?"
Rong Jiaojiao rubbed her head, belatedly realizing she had misunderstood. She immediately asked, "Dad, you've been promoted to regimental commander?"
"Yes, isn't it amazing?"
Rong Jiaojiao gave a thumbs up: "Awesome!"
"But whose position did you replace? Did the original commander get promoted?"
Rong Lianhu remained silent for a while before saying, "Commander Ding's rheumatism is getting worse and worse. His hands and legs are deformed and he can no longer move. He used to use traditional Chinese medicine to suppress it, but now the medicine is no longer effective."
"How could it be so serious?"
Rong Lianhu said helplessly, "Most people who have been on the battlefield have rheumatism, it's just that the severity varies."
Rong Jiaojiao quickly reached out and grabbed Rong Lianhu's wrist to check his pulse. After a while, she breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Thank goodness you don't have it."
As for Fu Ya, she had taken her pulse last year, and her body was quite healthy, probably because she had drunk the medicinal wine given to her by her master before.
Rong Lianhu laughed and said, "We've been taking the health-preserving pills you gave us, so our bodies are definitely fine."
Thinking of the suffering Ding Yuan had endured when she last saw him, she hesitated before speaking, "Jiaojiao, I gave Commander Ding the medicinal wine you gave me last time, and his condition improved somewhat. A few days ago, his son called me and said he had finished it all and asked if I had any more that I could sell him. Unfortunately, I don't have any left either."
Rong Jiaojiao frowned: "Do you drink your medicinal wine so fast?"
Rong Lianhu was a little embarrassed: "I had a company commander under my command who lost a leg. He was in a lot of pain on rainy days and sometimes couldn't sleep all night. So I shared some of my leg with him."
"Anything else?" She gave quite a lot; even if she gave some to that uncle, there shouldn't be only one jar left, right?
"Last time we went to the snowy area, we gave each soldier a zipper."
Rong Jiaojiao...
"Isn't this against the rules?"
"What's so special about this?"
Rong Jiaojiao looked at her father, both amused and exasperated: "Dad, are you distributing this spirit wine as a gift?"
Rong Lianhu scratched his head, a rare hint of embarrassment on his face: "Those kids lay in the snow at minus thirty degrees Celsius for three days, and many of them got frostbite on their joints..."
"Alright, alright, I understand." Rong Jiaojiao waved her hand and took out two jars of medicinal wine from the secret realm. "These two jars of wine have been infused with Flaming Grass, which can remove dampness from the body. They were originally prepared for you and Mom, but now you can decide for yourself. However, ordinary people can only drink a small cup at a time, which is about the same as a small sip we would take."
Rong Lianhu's eyes lit up, and he took the wine jar like it was a treasure: "Don't worry, I'll definitely hide it well this time!"
Just then, the sound of a car engine came from outside the courtyard gate.
A short while later, a young man in military uniform helped a man in his fifties walk in.
"Old Rong!" The man's steps were unsteady, but his voice was full of energy. "I heard your daughter is back?"
Rong Lianhu hurriedly went to greet him: "Commander Ding! Why did you come in person? Why aren't you in a wheelchair? Are you feeling better?" He turned to Rong Jiaojiao and introduced, "This is Commander Ding, quickly greet him."
"Hello, Uncle Ding!" Rong Jiaojiao greeted him politely, but her gaze fell on the man's severely deformed knuckles—those knuckles were swollen like walnuts, and the skin had an unhealthy bluish-purple hue.
Commander Ding waved his hand with a smile: "Don't call me commander, I retired a long time ago. Is this your little daughter? She's so pretty!"
The young man behind him stepped forward and gave a standard military salute: "Greetings, Commander Rong! I am Ding Weimin. I am truly sorry, we asked Brigade Commander Wei to help us inquire with his son whether he had your kind of medicinal wine. He did not receive a reply from his son, but when he learned that your daughter had returned last night, he told us, so we took the liberty of coming here."
Rong Jiaojiao noticed that the young man named Ding Weimin was missing a section of his right little finger and had a hideous scar on his wrist.
"No problem, let's go inside and talk, it's cold outside," Rong Lianhu quickly invited the guests.
Rong Jiaojiao brewed them a pot of spiritual tea. Commander Ding had just taken a sip when his eyes lit up instantly: "This tea... is so special!"
Rong Jiaojiao smiled slightly: "Uncle Ding, this is a spiritual tea with added calming herbs, which should have some soothing effect on your symptoms."
Upon hearing this, Ding Weimin immediately turned to observe his father's expression.
Commander Ding's perpetually furrowed brows relaxed slightly, and his hands, which had been trembling slightly, seemed to steady a little.
"Dad, how are you feeling?" Ding Weimin asked anxiously.
Commander Ding let out a long sigh of relief, a long-lost look of ease on his face: "Comfortable, so comfortable! After drinking this tea, the excruciating pain in my bones feels like it's being soaked in warm water, and it's eased up a lot."
Rong Jiaojiao laughed and said, "It doesn't have such a good effect. It's just that Uncle is drinking it for the first time, so he has such a misconception."
Commander Ding laughed heartily: "You silly girl, you won't let me brag?"
Ding Weimin approached Rong Jiaojiao and solemnly saluted her, saying, "Comrade Rong, could you please help me get some medicinal wine? My father has been suffering terribly from this illness for years, and we've tried everything to no avail. I'll do anything you ask for help!"
Rong Jiaojiao was taken aback by his salute. She quickly raised her hand to return the salute, but after doing so, she couldn't help but grin.
Rong Lianhu felt a pang of heartache; this must have aggravated his injuries. He glared at Ding Weimin, who was completely bewildered.
Ding Yuan found it amusing and said to Rong Jiaojiao with a smile, "Girl, don't worry too much. If you have any, sell me two jars. If not, it's alright. Drinking a cup of this spiritual tea will make my trip here worthwhile."
Rong Jiaojiao smiled and said, "Uncle Ding, how about I take your pulse?"
Ding Yuan cheerfully extended his wrist: "Little girl, you can take a pulse? Come on, take a look!"
Rong Jiaojiao placed her slender fingers on his calloused wrist, and her spiritual energy quietly probed into it.
After a moment, she frowned slightly: "Uncle Ding, you not only have rheumatism, but also shrapnel residue in your body?"
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