The fat wife is rebellious: she was spoiled by the group on the way to escape famine

After taking thorough precautions, she found some medicine and carefully fed it to the little girl.

Zhang Chunxiang's eyes were red as she stood by, her eyes full of love for her daughter. She begged Jiang Jinhe not to let Lin Shen know about this.

"Sister, Yingzi is more important to me than anything else. If she is sent to the quarantine area, I'm afraid it will be difficult to find a way to survive. Please, don't tell the county magistrate! Sister-in-law, I beg you, I'm kneeling for you!"

Jiang Jinhe looked at Yingzi, whose breathing was gradually stabilizing, and thinking of her kind nature, he sighed and finally nodded.

"But Yingzi must be isolated alone, otherwise I won't be able to treat her! Also, everything from now on must be done according to my arrangements!"

At this moment, Zhang Chunxiang was eager to save her daughter and agreed without hesitation.

"Okay, okay, it's all up to you. As long as you don't send her to that place, whatever you say is what I'll do."

At first, Zhang Chunxiang wanted to take Yingzi to live in Jiang Jinhe's house, but when she thought of the newborn baby there, Jiang Jinhe firmly disagreed.

"Just take Yingzi home. I promised to treat her and I won't go back on my word. Let's go now before I change my mind!"

Although Jiang Jinhe's words were harsh, Zhang Chunxiang and his wife had to ask for help, so they had to hold back their dissatisfaction and left in disappointment.

In the following days, Jiang Jinhe either went to the county government office accompanied by Song Wenqin to help Lin Shen handle official business, or went to the second branch of the Song family not far from home to check on Yingzi's condition.

Fortunately, the illness was not serious, and Yingzi had a good foundation. It seemed that although the second wife and her husband were of average character, they were truly kind to their child.

Yingzi's health gradually recovered.

That day, Jiang Jinhe was about to leave after finishing her examination when Yingzi's big black eyes stared at her, full of reluctance. Her heart softened, and she leaned over and asked softly:

"Yingzi, what's wrong? Are you still feeling uncomfortable?"

Yingzi has a pretty appearance, especially her big, lively eyes. Although she is a little thin and dark, she is still very lovable.

In addition, she is gentle and polite, which is much better than the naughty Hu Zi in the first wife's house.

After spending these days together, Jiang Jinhe liked this clever little girl more and more.

"Aunt, will I die?"

Yingzi's eyes flickered as she tried hard not to let her tears fall. Jiang Jinhe was stunned for a moment, then comforted her distressedly:

"No, you have to believe that my aunt's medical skills are excellent and she will make you healthy. Be obedient and you will be well soon. Be good."

Yingzi nodded, letting Jiang Jinhe gently wipe away her tears, and whispered softly:

"Auntie is so gentle, I really like you. I wish my mother could be like Auntie."

Jiang Jinhe laughed, children are always greedy.

Zhang Chunxiang is indeed not a gentle person, and is even scheming, but she has done her best for her children.

Jiang Jinhe stroked Yingzi's head:

"Everyone has good sides and shortcomings. Although your mother is not gentle, she has some advantages that you have not discovered yet, waiting for you to discover."

After comforting Yingzi for a while, Jiang Jinhe saw that she was getting sleepy, so he gently patted her through the curtain, and Yingzi soon fell into a deep sleep.

Jiang Jinhe then pulled away.

On the way back, Jiang Jinhe held an umbrella to block the still scorching sun. Looking at the cracked land around him, he couldn't help feeling a little desolate in his heart.

In those ancient times, when natural disasters struck, the villagers were unarmed to fight against nature and could only wait for death or flee in all directions.

Those who are unlucky will die on the way; the lucky ones will be exiled to a foreign land and continue to struggle in the quagmire of life.

Now, although the pace of the plague has slowed down, it still casts a shadow, and the infected people are on the verge of life and death every day, which is worrying.

Whenever Jiang Jinhe saw this scene, he always felt an indescribable sadness in his heart. It was a pity that his personal strength was too limited to turn the tide.

Sometimes she would accompany Lin Shen to visit the doctors' seminars and listen to the progress of prescription research and development. After all, she had a brief taste of Chinese medicine and had some knowledge of basic pharmacology, so she could generally understand what was being discussed.

Occasionally, she would dare to express her opinions. Unexpectedly, these words caused several doctors to look at her differently, especially the old doctor who had taken Song Yuyu's pulse, who praised Jiang Jinhe highly.

"Oh, I thought Mrs. Jiang was only good at cooking, but I didn't expect that she is also quite knowledgeable in medicine. Why don't you work with us to develop prescriptions?" The old doctor's eyes were full of eagerness to recruit talents. This open affirmation of women's talents is particularly rare in this era.

Jiang Jinhe readily agreed, and from then on, she had another responsibility added to her daily life, which was to explore treatment strategies with doctors.

Jiang Jinhe's joining has undoubtedly accelerated the medical exploration process.

The traditional Chinese medicine she learned has been accumulated over thousands of years. Every word she said seemed to awaken the dreamer and broaden the thinking boundaries of her colleagues.

In just one day, she became a wise man admired by everyone.

Even though Jiang Jinhe often modestly claimed that she only knew the basics, everyone still firmly believed that she either had profound medical skills or was gifted. No matter how she explained, the label was hard to remove.

"The greater the ability, the greater the responsibility." This is both her inner law and the expectation imposed on her by the outside world.

Once a person is regarded as a skilled doctor, he or she will be criticized by the world if he or she stands by and does nothing in the future. It is like handing someone the sword of morality with one's own hands, with the sword pointing directly at oneself.

In desperation, Jiang Jinhe had to beg his colleagues to keep the secret. Although everyone was confused, they finally followed his wishes.

Afterwards, Jiang Jinhe and other doctors immersed themselves in the research of prescriptions, but in the chaotic times, all the plants and trees withered and medicinal materials were in short supply.

The medicines purchased earlier are almost exhausted, and the newly formulated prescriptions can only be used on paper and cannot be decocted and used for treatment.

Fortunately, Lin Shen did his best to purchase a small amount of medicinal materials from outside, so that they were not helpless.

Fortunately, thanks to everyone's unremitting efforts, the epidemic was finally contained.

Although not all infected people have recovered, the death toll has been greatly reduced, which is a blessing in disguise.

Although the shadow of the plague gradually faded, the sky was still stingy with its tears. The hearts of the people were drying up day by day, approaching the brink of despair.

Jiang Jinhe also felt unprecedented helplessness. Her brows were furrowed, as if she was shrouded in dark clouds.

Lin Shen, a man who refuses to bow to fate, is leading the people and the government troops to dig wells for survival.

Not only did they explore around the city, they also extended their tentacles of hope to the mountains. Those places where clear springs once gushed out have now become everyone's last hope.

The villagers carried hoes and shovels on their shoulders and walked through the mountains like hardworking moles, digging for possibilities for survival.

Occasionally, a precious source of water like a gentle rain is discovered, and even if it is mixed with mud, it becomes a source of life that everyone fights for.

On the way home, Song Wenqin told Jiang Jinhe in detail what happened during the day.

He himself would often join the crowd looking for water after hunting.

"They have reached the foot of Lingshan Mountain to explore for water, but it is full of dangers and far away from the city..." His voice was filled with worry.

Jiang Jinhe listened quietly, and finally broke the silence: "Husband, let's leave Huizhou as soon as possible. There is no hope of rebirth here."