"No, you didn't say anything wrong!"
Realizing what was happening, Wang Qian reached out and gently stroked Lin Xiaoyu's delicate nose, saying with satisfaction, "Marrying such a thoughtful wife like you is truly a blessing I earned in my past life!"
If Lin Xiaoyu hadn't reminded him, he would have completely forgotten about it.
Before returning, Feng Guangrong said he needed to go back to get medicine, so he even took him home.
When they saw the situation at Feng Guangrong's home, not only him, but Gao Churou also felt heartbroken.
Not only were the walls bare, but the kitchen was also completely empty, lacking even the most basic necessities like firewood, rice, oil, and salt.
If Feng Guangrong were really sent back like this, although he would have some money, he would need to go to the convenience store to buy food.
The nearest convenience store to Feng Guangrong is three or four kilometers away.
Even he, who had just witnessed the tragedy, hadn't thought of these things, but Lin Xiaoyu had.
This shows how meticulous and thoughtful Lin Xiaoyu is.
"Ahem, ahem... Xiao Qian, since you're bringing something for Uncle Feng, why don't you hurry up and go to the kitchen to pack it?" Wang Yuanguang's voice came at just the right time.
Wang Qian blushed and hurriedly withdrew his hand from Lin Xiaoyu's cheek, saying awkwardly, "Okay, I'll go get ready right away."
After saying that, he hurriedly ran into the kitchen.
Lin Xiaoyu's face flushed red.
"I...I'll go pack too."
She said this shyly, then followed Wang Qian to the kitchen as if fleeing.
Beside her, a barely perceptible hint of disappointment flashed deep in Gao Churou's eyes.
But not wanting to be seen by Wang Yuanguang and Lu Aihua, she forcibly shifted her attention to Wang Niangui, who was only a little over a month old.
"Wow, Xiao Niangui's eyes are so bright, just like your father's!"
...
In the kitchen.
Looking at the daily necessities scattered everywhere, Wang Qian's forehead was slightly sweaty.
He said he wanted to bring some things for Feng Guangrong, but he didn't have a specific standard for what to bring or how much.
Fortunately, Lin Xiaoyu followed in at the right time.
"You get a sack, I'll fill it up!"
"Okay!"
Wang Qian responded and immediately took out a burlap sack from the corner, opened the sack, and waited.
Lin Xiaoyu was quite resourceful. She started fiddling around in the kitchen, taking a little of each household item and putting them one by one into the bag that Wang Qian had prepared.
In no time, a whole large bag was filled.
"It should be about time!"
After putting the last item into the bag, Lin Xiaoyu clapped her hands. "Uncle Feng is only one person, so this should last him a long time."
"Okay, I'll go now!"
Wang Qian nodded in satisfaction.
Before leaving, he took advantage of the fact that no one was looking and quickly kissed Lin Xiaoyu on the forehead.
Lin Xiaoyu's body stiffened, and her cheeks instantly turned bright red.
But by the time she realized what had happened and was overcome with embarrassment, Wang Qian had already grabbed the bag and fled.
...
"Xiao Qian, what are you carrying?"
Feng Guangrong, who was waiting next to the car, asked subconsciously.
"Nothing, just some things!"
Without saying a word, Wang Qian put the bag in the trunk, helped Feng Guangrong into the car, and immediately started the car to take Feng Guangrong back.
Feng Guangrong didn't think much of it, but when the car was halfway there, he suddenly said, "Xiao Qian, thank you!"
These words were spoken with utmost sincerity and in a very serious tone.
Although he is old, he is not senile.
At the county bus station, Wang Qian could have simply stood by and let the driver bully him.
But Wang Qian not only took care of it, he also thought of things so thoroughly for him.
He could tell that Wang Qian's main purpose in doing all this, besides persuading him to help manage the traditional Chinese medicine clinic, was to repay a debt of gratitude.
That's why he was moved.
Over the years, he has saved countless lives, many of whom he has pulled back from the brink of death.
However, very few people possess a grateful heart like Wang Qian.
Some of the people he saved repaid his kindness with ingratitude.
Zhang Yunfu, who framed him two years ago, is the most disheartening example for him.
Three years ago, Zhang Yunfu fell seriously ill and, unable to afford treatment at the county hospital, had no choice but to seek help from him.
He not only cured the other person's illness, but also voluntarily reduced or waived some of their medical expenses.
He treated the sick and saved lives without expecting anything in return, since he did receive some payment for his services.
However, people like Zhang Yunfu, who have no conscience at all, can also make him feel disheartened.
Fortunately, not everyone in this world has lost their conscience.
Wang Qian's actions today have given him a renewed glimmer of hope for the world.
"Uncle Feng, I'm the one who should be saying 'thank you'!"
Wang Qian, who was driving, smiled and replied, "You saved my dad, this is what I should do, and what I'm willing to do. You don't need to take it to heart."
Feng Guangrong didn't say anything more, but his gaze toward Wang Qian became even more amiable.
Half an hour later, Wang Qian drove up to Feng Guangrong's house.
Although this is a rural area, it is mostly flat land, and the roads leading to each house are wide enough for cars to drive into the yards of every household.
"Xiao Qian, thank you for your help!"
After getting off the bus, Feng Guangrong looked a little embarrassed. "You're just like me, you've only just come back from the county town and haven't prepared anything, so I won't invite you to stay for dinner."
"Uncle Feng, please don't stand on ceremony with me!"
Despite saying this, Wang Qian carried the sack out of the trunk of the car and carried it into Feng Guangrong's kitchen.
"Xiao Qian, what are you doing?"
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