The village woman handed the child to Fu Jiang's mother and asked anxiously:
"Do you have any herbal medicine at home to stop bleeding? Bring it out quickly."
Fu Jiang's mother was beaming with joy as she held her grandson, her eyes never leaving him.
"There's no medicine to stop bleeding."
"Hehe, look at my big fat grandson, he looks like he's destined for wealth."
Even though the room was filled with the smell of blood, Fu Jiangniang didn't care at all about Zhen Ruoan on the bed.
The little dumpling anxiously explored the Hundred Doctors Space.
She absolutely had to find a hemostatic drug.
More and more blood was flowing from Zhen Ruoan's legs, and she gradually felt her body getting slightly cold.
The baby in Fu Jiangniang's arms cried incessantly, his little hand reaching out to Zhen Ruoan, as if he also sensed that his mother was about to pass away.
"Son, let me see my son."
The child's cries awakened Zhen Ruoan's last shred of consciousness. She cried out weakly, her pupils already beginning to dilate.
The village woman's heart ached at her pitiful voice, and she reached out to show the child to Zhen Ruoan.
But Fu Jiangniang dodged away, looking at Zhen Ruoan with disdain and speaking with malice.
"Look at how she's about to die! My grandson will be cursed if he goes near her!"
Fu Jiangniang held the child tightly, refusing to let go, and even tried to hide away.
Zhen Ruoan's pale lips trembled, and she didn't even have the strength to speak. She could only look at the child longingly, wanting to remember his appearance.
The little dumpling took out a lot of pills.
She didn't even have time to choose; she just pulled out whatever she could find that could stop the bleeding.
The little boy, with tears streaming down his face, fed Zhen Ruoan medicine with trembling hands.
"Sister, eat these, and you'll feel better."
"Waaah, sister, eat up!"
Zhen Ruoan stared blankly in her son's direction, letting the little boy stuff pills into her mouth, but she didn't even have the strength to swallow.
"Sister, eat quickly, you'll feel better as soon as you eat."
The little girl cried helplessly, wanting nothing more than for her sister to get better.
What should she do? What should she do?
The little dumpling suddenly felt something moving in her arms.
Yes! She also has the Lucky Fruit Fairy.
The little dumpling quickly took out the Lucky Fruit Fairy.
"Radish Fairy, please take a look at my sister, do you have any way to save her?"
The Fairy of the Blessed Fruit jumped onto Zhen Ruoan's face and probed her nose.
"He's still breathing, which means he's not completely dead."
After saying that, the Immortal of Fortune Fruit grabbed his left hand with his right hand and pulled hard, tearing his left hand off.
That small piece of left hand, resembling a radish strip, was fed into Zhen Ruo'an's mouth by the Fairy of Fortune Fruit.
The little boy wiped away his tears, quickly brought over a bowl of water, and fed it to Zhen Ruoan.
The village woman and Fu Jiang's mother were completely dumbfounded.
They rubbed their eyes at the same time, looked again and again, before they were sure they weren't seeing things.
It was indeed a white radish that had come to life; it was even wearing a red bib, just like a little child.
Not long after Zhen Ruoan ate the left hand of the Feast Fruit Fairy, the bleeding from her leg stopped.
His unfocused pupils gradually regained their sparkle.
The little dumpling was finally relieved to see that she was getting better.
Once Zhen Ruoan was able to move, she fed her a few pills to nourish her qi and replenish her blood.
The village woman cleaned Zhen Ruoan's legs and murmured in astonishment:
"She just bled so much, I thought she was definitely not going to survive."
"I really didn't expect that we could actually save her. It's amazing."
The little dumpling waved its hand in front of Zhen Ruoan's eyes. Seeing that her eyes could follow the movement of her hand, the gloomy little face finally brightened up.
"Sister, how are you feeling now?"
Zhen Ruoan touched her little face and said:
"You were scared just now, weren't you? Don't worry, I'm fine now."
Hearing her voice return to normal, the little girl's nose tingled and her eyes welled up with tears again.
"It's good that my sister is alright. I'll go get her some water."
While the little dumpling went to get water, Fu Jiangniang slowly approached the bedside and carefully examined Zhen Ruoan.
Her complexion had become rosier, and she was no longer as pale as a sheet.
Fu Jiangniang was shocked; she had just witnessed her dying!
She came back to life after eating the radish spirit's hand.
Fu Jiangniang's eyes immediately turned greedily to the Fairy of the Blessed Fruit, and she grabbed his little pigtail.
"What a treasure! If my grandson eats this, he'll surely live to be a hundred."
The Fairy of Lucky Fruit had its little hair pinched again, and this person was going to eat it all!
He was immediately terrified and started to flail around.
"Help! Help! That ugly and wicked old woman is going to eat me! Little child, please come and save me!"
Little Dumpling had just poured a bowl of hot water when she heard the Fairy of Fortune Fruit shout.
She took the still-steaming water and splashed it all over Fu Jiangniang's legs.
The boiling water soaked Fu Jiangniang's pants, and she immediately felt a pain in her leg, so she threw the Fuling Fruit Fairy away.
She was wearing cotton-padded trousers, and although the ironing wasn't too severe, it still made her skin turn red.
The Fairy of the Lucky Fruit rolled on the ground and quickly ran to the little dumpling, shrinking behind her and pressing close to her legs.
"If you mess around again, I'll throw this whole pot of water in your face."
The little dumpling had figured out that Fu Jiang's mother was stubborn and wouldn't listen to reason, so she threatened her without any politeness.
Fu Jiangniang already knew that this little girl was not to be trifled with, so she could only hide to the side and dare not make any more moves.
But she thought to herself, "Hmph! I can't deal with you now, but when my son comes back, I'll teach you a lesson, you little brat."
After feeding Zhen Ruoan hot water, the little dumpling asked Fu Jiang's mother to bring the child over.
Although Fu Jiang's mother was unwilling, she still gave in and did as she was told.
The baby, who had been crying incessantly, stopped crying when placed next to Zhen Ruoan.
With his wrinkled little face and eyes not yet fully open, he had already reached out for Zhen Ruoan to hug him.
Zhen Ruoan looked at her child, lovingly held him in her arms, and placed her index finger in the child's palm, letting his little hand hold it.
The little dumpling was seeing a newborn baby for the first time and stretched its head to look at him.
Seeing the little girl's curious look, Zhen Ruoan moved closer to her.
"Wow, he's so tiny!" the little dumpling said, propping its head up with its soft, round face.
The baby in Zhen Ruoan's arms slowly opened its eyes after hearing the little dumpling's words.
Those misty eyes blinked twice, then suddenly smiled at the little dumpling.
The little dumpling was taken aback, subconsciously feeling that the smile was so familiar.
“Baby, this is your sister. She’s our savior.” Zhen Ruoan said to the baby in her arms.
Just as Zhen Ruoan finished speaking, a series of noisy footsteps suddenly came from outside the door.
"An'an!"
Before the person even entered, an urgent call rang out.
When Zhen Ruoan heard the voice, she was momentarily stunned and looked towards the entrance.
His expectant eyes also carried a hint of timidity.
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