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

Chapter 342 "The Movement Posture Feels Slightly Strong"

"uncle!"

Lin Zhao's cheerful voice rang out, followed by several children's clear voices.

"Uncle!!"

"Uncle!!!"

Yu Bao and Heng Bao rushed to the bedside before Lin Zhao, maintaining a safe distance and not daring to touch Uncle Song on the bed.

Their eyes, identical in every way, were filled with worry.

"Uncle, your face is so pale. Does your arm still hurt?" Yu Bao sniffed, her voice trembling with tears, as if they were about to spill over.

"Uncle, your mouth is so dry, do you want some water? I'll pour you some." Hengbao frowned slightly, but was very attentive. "My mom said that Uncle had surgery and is very fragile, just like a child. We asked her what surgery was, but Mom ignored us."

"..." Lin Zhao didn't expect this kid to complain as soon as he arrived. She grabbed his shoulder with her slender but strong hand and pulled him back. She said with a dark face, "You brat, go stand in the back. This is my uncle. What good will it do to complain about me?"

Hengbao stepped back, not afraid of falling at all, and said aggrievedly, "I'm being wronged! Big friends don't tell on people!"

Lin Zhao ignored him, sat on the edge of the bed, and waved her hand in front of her uncle's eyes a few times.

The voice is soft.

"Uncle? How are you feeling?"

Uncle Song looked at her and smiled, "She's alright."

My limbs are numb, and my right arm hurts a lot.

He glanced at his arm and realized it was still there. His pupils dilated in shock, and he looked at Lin Zhao with a mixture of urgency and uncertainty. "My arm...?!"

His gaze swept past Lin Zhao, then turned to Director Fu, his eyes gleaming.

“My uncle’s arm is still there,” Lin Zhao said firmly. “The doctor said it can recover if he rests well!”

An indescribable surge of joy welled up in Uncle Song's eyes, and his voice trembled slightly, "Really? You're not kidding me?"

"Zhaozhao, I'm so old, I've been through everything, I can handle the blow of losing my arm. Tell your uncle the truth, is my arm really... really saved?"

"Yes." Lin Zhao grasped his uncle's hand, squeezing it slightly. "It's saved. It's absolutely true. If you don't believe me, ask Director Fu. If you still don't believe me, I'll go get Dr. Jiang and have him tell you!"

"Dr. Jiang? Is that the one?!" Dr. Jiang is very famous, and even Uncle Song, who reads the newspaper every day, has heard of him.

His eyes lit up, and he forced himself to ask the question.

"That's the one." It was Director Fu who answered him. "He performed the surgery on you personally. I heard there was a little hiccup in the middle, and Zhao Zhao had to step in to ensure that Dr. Jiang arrived at the operating room on time."

Uncle Song looked puzzled.

"It's nothing serious," Lin Zhao said nonchalantly.

Factory Director Fu looked disapproving. “How can it not be a big deal? I heard from the nurses that if you hadn’t arrived in time, Dr. Jiang’s arm would have been hit! He’s a doctor, you know how important an arm is, so I say you’re lucky.”

Even a broken arm can be put back together.

Not only him, but Dr. Jiang also found it strange. He said that in theory, if an arm is separated from the body for several hours, even if it is sewn back on, it will be useless and may even become necrotic. In more serious cases, the body may become infected. He did not expect that it could be sewn back on, but after the examination, he found that the severed arm and the patient's physical condition were surprisingly good!
Uncle Song looked at Lin Zhao with extremely gentle eyes, "Yes, Zhao Zhao is my lucky star."

In his hazy state, he heard Zhao Zhao's voice, and heard the medicine that was stuffed into his mouth and melted instantly... it must have been real.

Lin Zhao proudly raised her chin, looking quite smug.

"Did you give me my medicine?" Uncle Song asked.

"!!!!" Lin Zhao was shocked. He hadn't expected that his uncle, despite being so badly injured, would still be conscious.

She slightly curved her lips and calmly said, "Yes, I asked my brother for this life-saving medicine. It was originally meant to be a precaution, but seeing how much blood my uncle was bleeding and how weak he was, I gave you one."

Of course, that's not the case. The medicine was obtained through a lottery system, and its description only contained four words: "Resurrection."

When her uncle faced a life-or-death situation, she immediately thought of this medicine and took it out without hesitation.

Uncle Song sensed something was amiss, but like the Lin family, they tacitly refrained from pursuing the matter.

He had just undergone surgery and was extremely weak. After saying only a few words, he fell into a deep sleep. In his sleep, he had a series of fragmented dreams, the content of which was terrible. Zhao Zhao was gone, and the Lin family seemed cursed, with one misfortune after another befalling them. The children, including Da Dan, were struggling, especially Yu Bao and Heng Bao, who were often hungry and cold. The older one went astray, and the younger one… was forever left behind in that most innocent year…

impossible.

Uncle Song was asleep with his brows furrowed and his forehead covered in beads of sweat.

"Mom, Uncle is sweating a lot. Is it because he's in pain?" Yu Bao looked at her uncle on the bed with heartache, tears welling up in her eyes. "Can I wipe Uncle's sweat? I'll be careful and won't touch Uncle's arm."

Lin Zhao glanced at him and nodded, "Okay, talk to your great-uncle while you're wiping."

She looked at her uncle and it didn't seem like he was in pain; it looked more like he was having a nightmare!

"Okay." Yu Bao took a towel, stood at the head of the bed, and carefully wiped his great-uncle's sweat.

While wiping away sweat, she said, "Uncle, let me wipe your sweat. The nurse said the wound will hurt when the anesthesia wears off. Are you in pain? Of course you are. I can't stop you from feeling pain, so I can only stay with you..."

He didn't know what to say, so he just said whatever came to mind.

Fortunately, he has a talkative younger brother.

Hengbao continued, "Uncle, you sleep well, we're all with you. You'll see us as soon as you open your eyes! Aunt, Uncle Yuncheng, and Uncle Yunjin will arrive this afternoon, and you'll see them when you wake up."

While talking to the person in the hospital bed, he changed the subject and asked Yu Bao, "Brother, did you think Uncle Yun Cheng and Uncle Yun Jin cried?"

Yu Bao hesitated and said, "...No way, Uncle Yun Cheng and Uncle Yun Jin are both adults. Why would adults cry?"

Lin Zhao: "..."

"Why can't adults cry?" she couldn't help but ask.

Yu Bao looked over and said, "That's what my dad said. A grown man bleeds but doesn't cry."

Again

Lin Zhao: "Men are human too, and they can also encounter sad things. It's normal to cry. Besides, crying isn't always about painful things. There's also crying for joy. When you're so happy, you can't help but cry."

"Why cry when you're happy?" Children with limited life experience cannot understand this. "When I'm happy, I want to laugh, the kind of laugh that makes my face hurt."

Hengbao agreed with his brother, "Me too. I only want to cry when I'm really, really, really sad. I'm usually smiling. My grandma says I'm a joy to be around. She's always happy when she sees my smiling face."

This brat can't stand not showing off for a day.

Lin Zhao looked helpless.

"Yes, yes, you're such a joy to be around. I hope you'll always be smiling," she said.

Hengbao's smile spread across his face. "I will."

"Mom, when will Uncle come home?" He asked, his eyes darting around, looking mischievous, as if he was plotting something.

Lin Zhao squinted at him, "What are you planning?"

"No, I was just asking." Hengbao denied that she was plotting anything.

"It'll probably take at least three to five months to recover," Lin Zhao replied.

"Then...shouldn't someone stay behind to take care of Uncle?" the mischievous boy asked again, harboring a wicked idea.

Lin Zhao glanced at his face and understood immediately, saying, "You're planning to stay?" Heng Bao spoke confidently, "Auntie has to go to work, Uncle Yuncheng and Uncle Yunjin are also busy, and you have to go to work too. So, there's no one to take care of Uncle. I don't have any important work to do, so I can take care of Uncle."

"You're planning to skip class, aren't you?" Lin Zhao saw through his intentions.

"No, only stupid students are afraid of going to class. I'm so smart, I always get perfect scores on my tests, I'm not afraid of going to school at all." Hengbao said righteously, "I really want to help."

Lin Zhao smiled and said, "Ask your sister Lan first if she believes what you're saying."

Hengbao looked at Gu Lan, blinking her eyes with an extremely serious expression.

"Sister Alan~"

Gu Lan coughed lightly, her words simple and honest, "You're too young. You need someone to take care of you, not adults. You can't even reach the sink, and the water dispenser is so high, you can't reach it either..."

Yu Bao added, “If you go to the cafeteria to get food, the auntie serving the food has to stand on tiptoe and lean forward to see you. If you stay here… your great-uncle will have to take care of you.”

He looked at his younger brother seriously, "Hengbao, don't even think about it, it's unrealistic."

The more serious and earnest this little adult's tone is, the more adorable the contrast becomes.

"Listen to your brother, stop thinking about it. When your aunt comes, I'll take you home and you can go to school obediently," Lin Zhao said casually.

"Huh?" Hengbao's mouth gaped open in disbelief and shock. "They're just going to abandon their great-uncle?!"

“What you’re saying… It’s enough that someone is taking care of your great-uncle, why keep so many people around?” Lin Zhao said.

"Oh." Hengbao was convinced.

The person in the hospital bed heard the voices beside them, and their tightly furrowed brows relaxed, and the corners of their mouths seemed to turn up.

……

At noon, Director Fu came again, carrying a lot of nutritional supplements and some trendy fruits.

"How's Lao Song doing?" he asked with concern.

"I've been sleeping the whole time," Lin Zhao replied.

Factory Director Fu glanced at his old friend on the bed and said, "You lost so much blood, you practically walked through the gates of hell. It's normal to need a lot of sleep. The doctor said it's a good thing to be able to sleep; it's the insomnia that's real suffering."

"Yes."

Factory Director Fu invited Lin Zhao and the others to eat fruit, saying, "We were lucky enough to buy some fruit, come and have a taste. There are persimmons and mangoes, choose whichever you like."

Lin Zhao glanced at it, "There are mangoes..."

"You've eaten it before?" Director Fu was quite surprised. Mangoes are difficult to transport, and not many people have eaten them. He thought he had bought one that Zhao Zhao had never eaten before, but he didn't expect her to know.

“…No.” Lin Zhao shook his head.

Actually, she had eaten them before. A long time ago, she won a fruit gift pack in a lottery, and there were mangoes in it. Those mangoes were as big as bricks, and the flesh was soft and sweet. They were her favorite.

"I've never had this before, but the seller said it's especially sweet and soft," said Factory Manager Fu.

Then he asked Yu Bao and the others, "What about you guys? How about you eat some mangoes too? Let's try something new."

Yu Bao nodded and obediently thanked him, "Thank you, Grandpa Fu."

Factory Director Fu: "Good boy, no need to thank me. Your great-uncle and I are old friends. If there's anything you want to eat, just tell me and I'll go buy it. Anything is fine."

“Okay,” Yu Bao replied, not intending to trouble anyone.

The three children, both big and small, tasted the mango and their similar eyes lit up slightly, their eyebrows and eyes sparkling.

"It's so sweet," Yu Bao said.

"It's soft and fragrant, unlike any other fruit. I like it," Hengbao said, taking a bite and leaving a ring of orange-yellow mango juice around her lips.

Gu Lan was quiet and shy, unable to utter mushy compliments, and simply nodded in agreement.

This mango is really delicious, better than any other fruit she's ever eaten.

Of course, she hadn't eaten many kinds of food; apart from wild fruits from the mountains, everything was given to her by her third aunt.

Factory Director Fu came to replace Lin Zhao, but she had no idea where she wanted to go or any interest in sightseeing. She just wanted to stay and keep her uncle company.

There was no need to keep so many people in the ward. Most importantly, as an adult, he didn't have much to talk about with young people, so he left after sitting for a while.

As I walked out of the hospital, a sudden feeling of envy for my old friend welled up inside me.

Old Song is so lucky. His wife cares about him, his son is filial, and his niece is also capable. What kind of life is this? I can't compare to him, I really can't compare.

……

It's almost four o'clock in the afternoon.

Aunt Song and the others finally arrived.

The moment they stepped into the hospital, they all started running. After finding out Uncle Song's ward number, they ran even faster, trying to keep their steps light and move with a slightly heavy gait so as not to disturb others.

Arriving at the ward, I pushed open the door and entered.

"Aunt, Yuncheng, Yunjin, you're all here." Lin Zhao stood up and her eyes lit up when she saw Lin Heling and Song Xiwei following behind. "Father, Mother, you're here too."

"Zhao Zhao, thank you for your hard work." Aunt Song held Lin Zhao's hand, her expression full of gratitude.

Lin Zhao shook her head. "It's only right."

Then he repeated what the doctor had said.

Hearing her words with her own ears and seeing the person sleeping peacefully in the hospital bed, Aunt Song's anxious heart finally settled down.

"It's alright, it's alright." She sat down on the edge of the bed, held her husband's left hand, and her eyes were full of relief.

She now feels that "it was a false alarm" is the most beautiful thing in the world.

She didn't care whether the man could do that job again; as long as he was alive, that was enough!

Lin Heling walked up to Lin Zhao, placed his large hand on the top of her head, and gently rubbed it a few times. "Are you scared?"

One sentence brought tears to Lin Zhao's eyes.

She blinked, suppressing the sudden surge of emotion, and said, "I'm scared."

"I'm afraid something will happen to my uncle."

"My uncle lost a lot of blood, he lost his arm, and his breathing is so weak. I'm afraid he won't make it."

If it weren't for that life-saving pill and that interstellar repair fluid, she could imagine how devastated she would have been.

Watching her loved one's life gradually fade away felt like her heart was being slowly tortured.

Song Xiwei hugged Lin Zhao and patted her back. "It's alright, we're all here. You did a great job, you're very capable. Your father and I are proud of you."

Lin Zhao was a little embarrassed, but pretended to be calm and boasted, "Don't think that just because I always rely on you guys, I can handle anything."

"She is capable," Lin Heling said, echoing her words. He didn't actually want Zhaozhao to be too capable.

He wanted his daughter to always have someone to rely on.

(End of this chapter)