The mother of the era is reborn to support her cannon fodder children!

Chapter 341 "He's scared"

Lin Zhao nodded, "We should go and tell them."

After finishing her steamed bun and taking a sip of water to relieve her dryness, she stood up. "I'll go now. My uncle..."

Factory Director Fu patted his chest. “Old Song, I’ll take care of things here. You go ahead with your work and talk to your aunt properly. Don’t let her worry too much. If something happens to your aunt, your uncle will beat me to death when he wakes up.”

"Not at all, haha." Lin Zhao was amused by his tone.

"How could it be? I know your uncle well." Director Fu's expression was complicated. "He looks gentle and mild-mannered, but he actually has a fiery temper."

Lin Zhao neither confirmed nor denied it, but that was indeed the case.

Her uncle rarely gets angry, but when he does, few people can calm him down.

Thinking back to when I was a child, my uncle was hot-tempered and difficult to talk to. Many people who wanted to ask him for favors would try to please him, hoping he would say nice things or act as a mascot. In their words, with Xiao Zhaozhao around, Engineer Song couldn't get angry.

Memories of her childhood flashed through her mind, and Lin Zhao looked at her uncle lying on the hospital bed, her eyes inexplicably stinging.

He already has gray hair.

"Uncle Fu, my aunt and uncle have their tickets for this morning. Before they board the train, I want to tell them that my uncle's surgery went smoothly. My uncle here..."

Before Lin Zhao could finish speaking, Director Fu hurriedly said, "You go ahead, I'll take care of things here, Lao Song. I'll find a doctor if anything happens, don't worry."

"Thank you for your trouble," Lin Zhao said politely.

"Don't be so formal. Your uncle and I have known each other for years, we're closer than brothers. I watched you grow up, so call me 'uncle.' Don't be so shy." Director Fu waved his hand, dipped a cotton swab in water, and moistened the patient's mouth on the bed.

He asked the doctor how to take care of his old friend, and he asked very seriously, even more questions than his wife did when she had her C-section.

Factory Director's Wife: "..."

"Alright, let's not stand on ceremony," Lin Zhao said with a smile.

After leaving the hospital, Lin Zhao found out the address of the nearest post office and went there on her own.

The post office in the provincial capital was busier than in the county town, especially the phone line. There were several people ahead of him in line. Lin Zhao was anxious, so he used his money to switch places with the people in front of him and contacted the Song family as quickly as possible.

Song Yunjin waited at the post office early in the morning. Seeing that it was almost time to board the train, she stood up disappointed and decided to go home.

Before leaving the post office, I looked back expectantly.

The phone rings.

His eyes lit up, and he looked at the operator like a puppy, his eyes filled with undisguised longing.

Is this my sister's phone call?

"Song Yunjin, this is the call you've been waiting for," the operator announced loudly.

She knew Song Yunjin had arrived very early, though she didn't know exactly how early. She only knew that when they arrived, his clothes were fogged up, his bangs were wet, and he didn't look well, looking like a down-on-his-luck little dog.

Every time the phone rang, he would look over expectantly, only to find it wasn't for him. Then he would dejectedly sit back down on the steps, head down, lost in thought.

He experienced at least three disappointments that morning, and the operator couldn't bear it and hoped he would get what he wanted.

"Thank you, comrade." Song Yunjin was overjoyed, thanked him, and took the microphone.

He gripped the microphone tightly, veins bulging on the back of his hand, and his arm trembled slightly.

"Sister..." he called out in a trembling voice.

Before I even heard the results, my heart was pounding so hard it felt like it was going to jump out of my throat.

Song Yunjin's body tensed, she barely dared to breathe, and licked her dry lips, "Sister, my dad..."

No sooner had the words left his mouth than a sentence was heard.

"The surgery went smoothly."

Song Yunjin felt as if she had been hit over the head with a club, her mind buzzing.

"Hello?" Lin Zhao thought the call had been disconnected and called out in confusion, "Can you hear me, Yun Jin?"

“…Yes.” Song Yunjin’s voice was hoarse, the tension in her body seemed to break, and two lines of tears fell as she inadvertently cried out.

He is afraid.

Lin Zhao paused slightly upon hearing the barely perceptible sob, but pretended not to hear it and continued, "The surgery ended this morning. I only called you back after confirming everything was alright. The surgeon who operated on my uncle was Dr. Jiang, the one who stitched the severed arm back together. My uncle is out of danger, and his arm has been stitched back together. Dr. Jiang said that if he takes good care of himself, there's a high chance of recovery."

As Song Yunjin listened to the voice on the other end of the phone, her emotions gradually calmed down, but she belatedly realized that she felt uneasy.

He said in a muffled voice, "Sister, we'll arrive this afternoon. You'll have to look after Dad's place."

Lin Zhao rolled her eyes. "Do you even need to tell me? My uncle hasn't woken up yet, so of course I have to stay with him."

Song Yunjin gripped the microphone with both hands, sniffled, and said, "Sis, thank goodness you're in the provincial capital, otherwise my mom would have gone crazy, and I was almost scared to death too. Even though you told me my dad is alright, my mind is still a bit fuzzy..."

“It’s normal to be confused.” Lin Zhao said calmly, then added, “What you need to do is hang up the phone and tell your aunt and Yun Cheng everything I said. They have a way to make you stop being confused.”

"Really?" Song Yunjin asked, dumbfounded.

You can tell that the soul and the body are separate.

"Trust me, you won't go wrong. Go back now, don't keep your aunt waiting," Lin Zhao said.

After saying that, he hung up the phone first.

After hanging up, he didn't leave in a hurry. Less than a minute later, the phone rang again, and the receiver passed from the operator to Lin Zhao.

"Sister?" Song Yunjin's voice rang out.

Lin Zhao anticipated his question and calmly replied, "You're not dreaming. Your father, my uncle, is really alright. He's not in any life-threatening danger. His arm has been reattached, and there's a very high chance he'll regain his mobility. Everything is true..."

Song Yunjin coughed lightly, "Sister, how did you know I was going to ask that?"

"I'm your sister, I know everything. I'm hanging up now, I need to pick up Yubao and Hengbao..."

Knowing his sister was busy, Song Yunjin didn't waste any more words. He hung up the phone, almost forgetting to pay, but was called back by the post office staff. He obediently took out the money and ran home like a whirlwind.

When they arrived at the family building, they saw Aunt Song, Song Yuncheng, Lin Heling, and Song Xiwei walking out.

"Mom, my sister called back!" Song Yunjin's excited voice rang out before she even got close.

“My sister said that my dad is out of danger, his arm is fine, and there is a high chance of recovery.”

Hearing this, Song Yuncheng walked up to him, grabbed his shoulders with both hands, and said with great force, "Are you telling the truth? Did my sister really say that?!"

Song Yunjin's shoulder bone was compressed, causing her to grimace in pain, but it also had its benefits, as it cleared her mind considerably.

He nodded solemnly when he met four pairs of eager eyes.

“It was my sister who said it. I asked her several times, and I didn’t mishear her.”

Aunt Song's tears streamed down her face. "It's good that he's not in mortal danger. It's good that he's not in mortal danger."

It's okay if she's disabled, just don't abandon her and the child.

Song Xiwei also breathed a sigh of relief, "Zhaozhao is reliable. She said her uncle is fine, so he must be fine. Sister-in-law, don't be too anxious."

In just one night, Aunt Song developed a string of blisters on the corner of her mouth, making her look three to five years older, and the fatigue on her face was impossible to hide. Aunt Song forced a smile, "I'm afraid I won't be able to put my mind at ease until I see him."

"Let's go then, to the station," Song Xiwei said.

So the group headed to the train station.

The family dormitory building was in an uproar.

"Did you hear what Yun Jin said? Engineer Song is alright!!"

"I heard it, I heard it! The person is alright, and the arm can recover. It's simply a miracle that a broken arm can be reattached. It's like listening to a foreign language."

"What kind of magic book is this? It's been reported in newspapers all over the country. There have been successful cases before! Speaking of which, our factory leaders reacted very quickly, arranging vehicles to send him to the provincial hospital in the shortest possible time. Old Song is a lucky guy. He survived a great disaster and is sure to have good fortune in the future. He'll definitely have a smooth life from now on."

"I must say, Song's niece is really good. She doesn't panic at all when something big happens, and she can still step up. No wonder he dotes on Zhao Zhao. He made the right choice."

While everyone was saying agreeable things, the person who didn't get along with the Song family popped up again. He first curled his lip and said in a worried tone, "Engineer Song's arm isn't original. I'm afraid he can't do the work he's doing anymore, right? I heard that the work he does is delicate and requires dexterity. With his condition... it's too dangerous for him to do that."

The neighbor of the Song family rolled his eyes so hard they almost flew into her face, making a slapping sound.

"Look at what you're saying. The doctor said it's recoverable. How come you're more capable than the doctors in the provincial capital? If you're so capable, why are you still working as a factory worker in a small textile factory? Why don't you just go to the provincial capital and find a better job?"

"What do you mean Song Gong's arm isn't original? How can it not be original? You're really rude, you're full of sour grapes."

After a tirade of rudeness, she snorted and went home. The argument didn't dampen her spirits; she hummed a song, completely carefree.

Her family and the Song family had a good relationship, and the Song couple had given a lot of support to her children. If she didn't wish them well, she would be heartless.

Hearing the tyrant humming a song, the men and children in the family all breathed a sigh of relief.

Now that my wife (and mother) are in a better mood, they can speak louder, right?
……

Lin Zhao returned to the hospital and went to see his uncle first. He was still unconscious, but his breathing was steady and his brows were relaxed. Everything was fine.

While the factory director was still there and someone was in the ward, she took care of some personal matters.

First, approach Xu Ying.

"Is something wrong?" Xu Ying had just finished her night shift and was about to go home when she saw Lin Zhao looking for her. She assumed Lin Zhao needed her help, so she put down what she was holding and didn't seem to be in a hurry.

"Yes, I came specifically to thank you for giving up your bed last night," Lin Zhao said with a smile.

Xu Ying was slightly taken aback. "No need to thank me. It was just something I did on the spur of the moment. You don't need to worry about it."

“Your simple act of kindness truly helped me. My parents taught me from a young age that a drop of kindness should be repaid with a spring of gratitude…” Lin Zhao took out a red scarf from his bag and handed it to Xu Ying. “This scarf is my thank-you gift to you. Please accept it and let’s be friends.”

Xu Ying turned her hands behind her back, not daring to accept it. "Making friends is fine, but this is too precious. I can't accept it."

The scarf was brightly colored and had a beautiful knitted pattern; no girl could resist it, and she was no exception. However, she felt that her help was not enough to warrant accepting such a precious scarf.

Lin Zhao knew she wouldn't accept it, so she said, "My uncle needs to be hospitalized, and I've already troubled you with so many things. If you don't accept it, I'll feel embarrassed to ask you for help. If you're willing to be my friend, then accept it. If you don't think I'm worthy, then I won't force you."

“I don’t think you’re unworthy,” Xu Ying quickly said. “I just think it’s too expensive.”

Lin Zhao took her hand and placed the scarf in it, saying, "It's not expensive."

She looked intently into Xu Ying's eyes and said, "I think your thoughtfulness and kindness are even more precious."

She smiled and said, "I don't have any friends who are doctors yet, you're the first."

Xu Ying hesitated for a moment, then accepted the scarf that symbolized friendship.

“It’s my honor,” she said.

People these days are incredibly honest and simple. Under Lin Zhao's smooth-talking and charming tactics, Xu Ying was deeply moved and began to regard her as her best friend.

Later, she stayed up all night writing down instructions for Lin Zhao's uncle's care and rehabilitation. When Lin Zhao was worried about where to cook nutritious meals for her uncle, she stepped in and talked to the cafeteria staff to secure half an hour of cooking time for Lin Zhao...

The benefits of a scarf are immense, even making Lin Zhao, with her thick skin, feel embarrassed.

This is something.

After confirming their friendship, Lin Zhao took a car to the guesthouse where the twins and Gu Lan were.

Hearing the knock, the twins ran to open the door.

He beamed with joy when he saw his mother.

Yu Bao asked first, "Mom, how is Uncle? Did the doctor heal Uncle's injury?"

Hengbao, who was always restless, stopped chattering and looked up at Lin Zhao, waiting for her answer.

"The surgery went smoothly, but he will need time to recover," Lin Zhao said.

"Surgery?" Yu Bao asked, puzzled.

"Yes, your great-uncle injured his arm and needs surgery," Lin Zhao explained briefly.

The unfamiliar term "surgery" was foreign to the twins and to Gu Lan as well. Lin Zhao was in a hurry to get back to the hospital and didn't have time to explain it to them.

“Your great-uncle is injured, and I have to stay to take care of him. I can’t go back for the time being. You two and your sister Alan should go home first?” Lin Zhao asked his son for his opinion.

The other teachers and students who came to participate haven't left yet; they're getting their tickets for this afternoon.

Yu Bao shook her head. "I want to stay. I want to take care of my great-uncle and my mother. I can do a lot of chores. I can help my great-uncle wash clothes, pour water, and wash dishes. I want to go back with you."

Hengbao chimed in, "Me too. I don't want to go back by myself. I'm scared without my mom."

The last sentence sounds obviously false.

Lin Zhao guessed their reaction, shifted her gaze to Gu Lan's face, and asked, "Where's Lan?"

After thinking for a moment, Gu Lan worried that her third aunt might be too busy, and that Yu Bao and Heng Bao might get into trouble if no one was watching them, so she said, "I'll stay too."

She's at least more useful than her two cousins, right?

“Okay, you stay too. We’ll go back together in a couple of days,” Lin Zhao said.

She brought the child out, so she should take him back.

After informing the teacher in charge that the children should stay behind and would return with him later, Lin Zhao took the three children to the guesthouse closest to the hospital.

After booking the room, she led Yu Bao and the others to the hospital.

When they arrived, Uncle Song had just opened his eyes.

"Zhao Zhao..." Before he was fully awake, he uttered these two words.

Director Fu sat on the edge of the bed, very close to him, and was the first to see him open his eyes.

He sat up abruptly, excitedly exclaiming, "Old Song, you're awake!!"

"..."

Lin Zhao didn't hear her uncle calling her name, but she did hear what Director Fu said.

She walked over happily.

(End of this chapter)