I have been farming since I crossed over.

After Yang Mingxi finished taking the pulse of everyone in the Zheng family, she stayed in Zheng's father and mother's room, closed the door and said, "Except for Uncle Zheng who fell and became paralyzed due to not receiving timely medical treatment, the rest of you have been poisoned, and it was brought from the mother's womb." After Yang Mingxi finished speaking, she looked at Zheng's father and mother. She believed that they must know what was going on.

Zheng's mother suddenly burst into tears and said, "It's all my fault, it's all my fault. I shouldn't have listened to you. If I didn't want children later, I would have died at most, but you didn't listen to me and gave birth to so many children and suffered so much! It's all my fault. Why should I let them suffer so much too?" Zheng's mother cried and slapped Zheng's father.

Father Zheng immediately hugged Mother Zheng, who was losing control of her emotions, and coaxed her softly, "Don't cry, Yan'er. Don't cry. They are your children. What's wrong with them suffering a little for you? If they hadn't shared your poison, you would have died long ago, and there would be no them!"

After listening to these words, Yang Mingxi slowly stood up and said, "You guys discuss it carefully. I'll be out for a while. Call me back when you've finished discussing it." Yang Mingxi instinctively didn't want to know about this matter. It must be very complicated, so she found an excuse to go out.

"You don't have to go out. There's nothing to discuss. I've told you everything, and I won't drag you into this." Mother Zheng stopped crying, took two deep breaths, and continued, "When I was more than six months pregnant with my second child, I was accidentally poisoned in the mountains. Later, the doctor said that I was bitten by a red snake, a Yin-causing snake that was pregnant with a baby. Fortunately, I was also pregnant, and the snake venom would concentrate in my uterus and erode the baby's body, but it wouldn't be fatal. So I have to keep carrying children. In this way, after giving birth to ten children, the toxins in my body can be almost eliminated, and it won't be fatal. Otherwise, I would have died of poisoning in half a year at most. Then, in order to keep me, the child's father kept asking me to have children, which created the situation today."

After Zheng's mother finished speaking, she seemed to have used up all her strength and fell to the bed. When Yang Mingxi came in just now, Zheng's father and mother were both lying in bed. Zheng's father was paralyzed due to a spinal injury and could only lie down. Zheng's mother was extremely weak and could not get out of bed, so she also lay in bed.

Seeing Mother Zheng collapse, Father Zheng's veins bulged with anxiety. He then tried to straighten himself up, wanting to turn around to see how Mother Zheng was doing. At that moment, an idea suddenly flashed through Yang Mingxi's mind: "Use a silver needle to stimulate the vital point." In a flash, Yang Mingxi took out the silver needle and stabbed it into the vital point.

Father Zheng, who was struggling, suddenly felt strength in his waist and sat up. He then reached out to hug Mother Zheng, who was lying next to him. Yang Mingxi was amazed and, following her thoughts, inserted needles along her spine. Father Zheng said to Yang Mingxi, "Miss, come and see what's wrong with Yan'er. I won't be in the way. Please help her first."

Looking at Zheng's father like this, Yang Mingxi suddenly remembered the phrase "This is indeed true love" and felt that Zheng's father really loved Zheng's mother. She thought of her ex-husband again. Although he couldn't give her whatever she wanted as others said, he almost doted on her. She was not a good cook, so he would cook whenever he was at home. She didn't like mopping the floor, but he would make sure to clean the house every Saturday. There was only one car in the family, and she rode an electric scooter to work. Whenever it rained, her husband would come to pick her up. Others said she was happy, but she didn't feel anything at the time. Now she realizes that she is also the one who is loved. It's a pity that the time travel god sent me back to ancient times. I wonder if my husband will love the one I exchanged with as much as he loves me? He should! As Yang Mingxi thought about it, tears were streaming down her face.

Zheng Huairen, who had just returned from the mountain, followed his sister's advice and came to the door of his parents' room in the main house. Just as he was about to push the door open, he heard his parents talking and stopped. Later, he heard his father's urgent call, opened the door, and saw Yang Mingxi, who was in tears. For some reason, his heart ached, and he wanted to hug this tall and thin girl.

Yang Mingxi was lost in thought when she heard Father Zheng's call. She came back to her senses and said, "Uncle Zheng, Auntie is fine. She's just a little exhausted. Please put her down first. I've inserted a needle into your back now. You should be able to stand up straight. This is a very good sign. If things continue like this, you should be able to get out of bed and walk around."

After hearing what Yang Mingxi said, Zheng's mother finally fell asleep. Zheng's father laid Zheng's mother on the bed, and he broke out in a cold sweat due to the pain. Because of the needles in his back, Zheng's father couldn't lie down, so he sat upright and saw Zheng Huairen at the door.

Zheng Huairen met his father's gaze and said calmly, "Dad, it's great that you can sit up!" He said in a not-too-loud voice.

"You little brat, can't you speak more quietly? You're disturbing your mother's sleep." Zheng's father said in a low voice, gently patting Zheng's mother with his hand.

"Uncle Zheng, please stay for a while. I'll go check on the others. It'll take you 25 minutes. I'll come get your needle when the time comes." Then she pulled Zheng Huairen out of the room. For some reason, she felt a little angry when she heard Father Zheng scolding Zheng Huairen.

After leaving the house, Zheng Huairen smiled and thanked him, "Don't mind. My parents have a very good relationship. Except for me, my other brothers and sisters were born to save my mother's life. We all know this."

"They know too, are they angry?" Yang Mingxi asked, puzzled. People say children are the fruit of their parents' love, so why is their family so weird?

"Don't be angry, they all know. When Dad was in good health, our family was doing okay. After Dad was injured, I couldn't support the family, and then this happened." Zheng Huairen said in self-deprecation.

For some reason, Yang Mingxi felt that Zheng Huairen was very pitiful and felt sorry for him, so she quickly encouraged him: "You are already very good. You are so young. I heard that your father was injured for more than five years. At that time, you were still a child!"

Zheng Huairen shook his head and said, "I was thirteen, almost fourteen, at that time. My mother had just gotten pregnant with Xiaojiu, and my brothers weren't that weak yet. It was all my fault."

"No, my brother is better than daddy. When daddy wasn't sick, we only needed to take one dose of medicine together, three doses a month." The little girl I just met said, "Ever since daddy got sick, his medicine has been the most expensive, ten doses a month. Then, as my brothers grew up, the toxins in their bodies gradually showed up, and they also had to take medicine separately. That's how it is in our family. I think my eldest brother is the best."

"Look, did you hear that? You are the best, so don't give up on yourself. You will get through your life." Yang Mingxi also said quickly.

Zheng Huairen smiled and said, "Yes, I believe it will happen." Then he turned to Zheng Laoliu and said, "Right, Xiaoliu, we will make our lives better."

Zheng Huairen asked about the conditions of his other brothers and sisters. Yang Mingxi explained them one by one, and then said to Zheng Huairen, "I want to see Second Brother Zheng first. His symptoms are all superficial, so they are easy to treat and effective quickly. I'll teach you once, and you can handle the rest."

Zheng Huairen brought Yang Mingxi to Zheng Huaimin's room and had him remove his veil. Even though Yang Mingxi was used to seeing all sorts of disfigured faces in later generations, Zheng Huaimin's face was still scary. His face was covered in dozens of frostbite-like tumors, some as large as a thumb, oozing pus and blood. It was particularly disgusting.

Yang Mingxi opened the medicine box and pulled out a thin blade and a small can of alcohol she'd increased in concentration. She wasn't sure if it was 75%, but she estimated it was about right. She soaked up the alcohol with a little cotton and set it aside. Then, she had Zheng Huairen light an oil lamp and slowly heat the blade. "You'll have some scars on your face for a while, but with gradual recovery, they'll gradually disappear," she said, wiping the outside with the alcohol swab. Then, she slashed open, sending pus and blood flying everywhere.

Yang Mingxi used a cotton swab to squeeze the super big "bean" while pressing it, and quickly cleaned it up.

"The rest is up to you. You can do it. As long as you press on something a little hard, the operation is the same." Yang Mingxi handed it to Zheng Huairen. It was time for Zheng's father's acupuncture.