With Jiang Jincheng in prison, the Jiang family returned to its former tranquility.
Even Jiang's mother felt that perhaps the best outcome would be for her second son to go to jail.
Since the second son went to jail, the third son has taken over his job and contributes two-thirds of his salary to the family every month.
This not only greatly alleviated Jiang's mother's financial pressure, but also made the family's life noticeably better.
Although Jiang's mother is still making paper boxes, fortunately, she is now financially well-off, and many of her family members can eat until they are half full, unlike before when they couldn't even afford to eat dry food, even cornbread.
Jiang's mother started writing letters to Jiang Tiecheng again, and changed from once a month to once a week.
She wanted Jiang Tiecheng to know what was happening at home, and urged him to send food and money home as soon as possible.
Jiang Tiecheng had no idea about any of this; he was currently busy working in his dugout.
Early on the first day of the Lunar New Year, the sound of firecrackers outside woke everyone up, and Jiang Tiecheng also went out to light some firecrackers to join in the fun.
In later generations, firecrackers are not set off much anymore, and the festive atmosphere of firecrackers is hard to feel.
Let's take advantage of this moment to let loose without restraint; it's a festive occasion.
After setting off the firecrackers, they came back and cooked dumplings. But right after they finished eating, Comrade Cheng, who was on his deathbed, suddenly clutched his stomach and broke out in a cold sweat.
"Comrade Cheng, what's wrong with you?"
"I...I have a stomachache."
Seeing the other person's pale face and beads of sweat the size of soybeans dripping from their forehead, Jiang Tiecheng was startled. Some acute illnesses can be fatal.
He rushed outside and saw the heavy snow falling all around him, and for a moment he couldn't even recognize the road.
They ran to the village and practically dragged the second uncle into the shack.
The good news is that when he was supporting the second uncle, no bad luck information panel appeared on the second uncle's body.
In other words, Uncle Ming didn't encounter any bad luck; at least no one died from his treatment.
However, the bad news is that it doesn't mean Comrade Cheng is out of danger, because there are many illnesses that his second uncle simply cannot cure.
The second uncle felt his pulse, his expression somewhat embarrassed.
He was a barefoot doctor, although he could treat minor ailments like headaches and fevers.
But he didn't know what disease the person had, given how pale they looked like they were about to die.
"Xiao Jiang looks like he has some kind of acute gastroenteritis. We need to get him to the hospital right away, or he might die."
Lying on the kang (a heated brick bed), Chen Zhipeng gritted his teeth so hard he almost couldn't hold back.
What a heartless doctor! He clearly couldn't see anything wrong, yet he insisted to Jiang Tiecheng that he was going to die.
It was thanks to the cooperation of this second uncle that the young man was able to be convinced.
Is it fake?
Indeed, Chen Zhipeng tossed and turned all night, unable to sleep, constantly thinking about how to test Jiang Tiecheng.
So he came up with a terrible idea.
He comes from a military family and knows that pressing a certain acupoint can create the illusion of an acute illness.
He and Jiang Tiecheng were not related by blood; to be precise, they weren't even acquainted.
He wanted to see if the Jiang Tiecheng his daughter described—a man of courage, integrity, selflessness, and helpfulness—was truly like that.
Jiang Tiecheng had no idea that his second uncle's words would immediately make him anxious.
"Comrade Cheng, what should we do? It's snowing heavily now, and the road to the county town is impassable."
Although they were strangers, it was still a human life at stake. If the person had died in his own dugout, Jiang Tiecheng would have no way to clear his name.
"It's alright, Comrade Jiang, this is my fate. If the King of Hell wants me to die at midnight, I can't escape it."
Don't worry about me, if you think it's bad luck.
They found an abandoned dugout and sent me there.
Don't worry, I won't drag you down with me.
Ouch, ouch! It hurts so much!
Chen Zhipeng pretended to cover his stomach.
Upon seeing this, Jiang Tiecheng gritted his teeth.
"I'll go see the captain and see if I can borrow a carriage."
Jiang Tiecheng ran out quickly and all the way to the village. Huang Youqing looked at the snow and could only say helplessly,
"Xiao Jiang, it's not that I don't want to help you!"
Animals with such large snows will definitely fall into the ditch if they go out.
You know how difficult this road is.
Every single animal here is collective property. If fate truly takes someone's life, there's nothing we can do about it.
This wasn't Huang Youqing being heartless; it was simply a reflection of the reality that many people these days have no way to get their illnesses treated in the county town.
They can only wait to die at home.
So many people end up like this, dying suddenly.
Jiang Tiecheng knew that the horses and cattle were collective property, and it was only right that Huang Youqing didn't lend them out.
But what should we do now?
He knew all too well that the road was too difficult to travel.
Why are roads closed after a heavy snowfall?
It's because there's a very desolate section of the road in between, and it's easy to get lost on that section.
Why do we always have to take a horse-drawn or ox-drawn cart from the village to go to the county town? Because the drivers are all experienced and know the terrain very well.
Jiang Tiecheng returned to the dugout, and before he even entered, he heard a series of shrill screams coming from inside.
Rushing in, they saw Chen Zhipeng writhing in pain on the kang (a heated brick bed).
Under these circumstances, Jiang Tiecheng could no longer calmly think of a solution, so he had no choice but to carry the person on his back.
Being carried by someone felt weightless to him; it was as light as a feather.
It doesn't even weigh as much as a stack of firewood.
The important thing is that we now have to walk to the county town.
Suddenly, he heard a cry of pain and Chen Zhipeng completely fainted.
Jiang Tiecheng carried him on his back and ran outside.
In his anxiety, he completely forgot to put on his coat, and carrying himself, he walked towards the county town against the wind and snow.
Halfway there, Jiang Tiecheng realized he didn't recognize the road at all; in the wind and snow, every road looked exactly the same.
There is no discernible direction.
If this continues, let alone reaching the county town, I and Comrade Cheng might both die in the snow.
In a moment of desperation, Jiang Tiecheng hurriedly exchanged the money.
At this point, he must have the ability to find his way in the wild and track targets.
Fortunately, after exchanging for the ultimate skill, he quickly mastered the ability to track and identify targets.
Two hours later, Jiang Tiecheng, panting, carried Chen Zhipeng to the county hospital.
When he burst into the emergency room, the doctor and nurses were startled because a snowman had walked in.
Seeing Jiang Tiecheng completely covered in snow, everyone gasped and rushed over to help.
On the one hand, they placed the patient on an emergency bed, and on the other hand, they sent Jiang Tiecheng outside to take pictures of the snow.
Make some ginger and brown sugar water for Jiang Tiecheng.
Jiang Tiecheng was shivering from the cold; he wasn't wearing an overcoat, just a fleece sweater.
In the heat of the moment, he carried the person on his back all the way here, and he was freezing cold.
While gulping down the ginger and brown sugar water, he told the emergency room doctor...
"Doctor, he was writhing in pain at home and had passed out. He hasn't woken up for two hours. Please save him."
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