A post-apocalyptic female soul travels back to the War of Resistance against Japan

However, when the three arrived at the dining room, they did not see anyone else.

Cheng Ying then remembered that her father and maternal grandfather had not returned yet, so she asked, "Grandmother, haven't Grandfather and my father returned yet?"

Chen Yulan sat down in a chair next to the table and said, "Please sit down first!"

“Your maternal grandfather has been too busy with official business these past few days and hasn’t had time to eat. We’ll eat first and have already told the kitchen to save some for them.”

Cheng Ying nodded and found a seat to sit down.

I forgot to mention that because my maternal grandfather was too busy at the yamen these past few days, he dragged his father along to help out!

Soon, the servants began serving the dishes, but Luo Jingtao was still nowhere to be seen.

Just as Chen Yulan was telling the servant to go check on him again, she saw Luo Jingtao's belated figure arrive.

After Luo Jingtao arrived, he bowed to Chen Yulan and said, "Mother, your son is late."

Chen Yulan waved her hand and said, "It's alright, sit down!"

After watching Luo Jingtao sit down, Cheng Ying spoke to him, "Uncle, you don't look well. Are you feeling unwell?"

Luo Jingtao was indeed feeling unwell. He was fine before returning to the courtyard, but for some reason, he felt weak all over and had a terrible headache.

"It's a little uncomfortable, my head hurts a lot, but I can still keep going."

As he spoke, he shook his head again, but unexpectedly, a wave of dizziness followed.

He suddenly leaned backward, but at the critical moment, Cheng Ying flashed behind him and caught him.

Chen Yulan and Luo Wanyin exclaimed in surprise, "Ah! Jingtao!"

"Uncle, how are you?"

With a flick of her wrist, Cheng Ying produced a bottle laced with spiritual spring water. She unscrewed the cap and held the bottle to Luo Jingtao's lips.

"Uncle, open your mouth and drink the water quickly."

Luo Jingtao instinctively opened his mouth and drank the water poured into it, gulping it down.

The water tasted especially sweet, and after drinking it, a warm current slowly spread from my stomach to all parts of my body.

After a while, Luo Jingtao felt warm and comfortable all over, and his headache had also subsided.

Luo Jingtao looked at the little water left in the bottle in front of him, picked it up, tilted his head back, and drank the rest of the water.

After finishing the water, Luo Jingtao was basically fine, and he looked at Cheng Ying gratefully.

"Tong'er, thank you for the water, I feel much better now!"

Luo Jingtao handed the bottle to Cheng Ying, who took it and with a flick of her wrist, the bottle disappeared.

"Uncle, you're too kind!"

"If you're still not feeling well, send someone to fetch a doctor."

Luo Jingtao shook his head. "No need, I'm much better now. These are all old ailments of mine."

"But what's strange is that this time I recovered from the illness faster than last time. Tong'er, what kind of water did you give me to drink just now?!"

"I think the reason I recovered so quickly this time is probably because I drank the water you gave me."

Cheng Ying did not answer his question, but asked in confusion, "Uncle, you said this illness of yours is an old problem, when did it start?"

Have you seen a doctor?

Luo Jingtao thought for a moment and said, "I've had this problem since I was very young, but it wasn't very frequent at first. I've seen a doctor before; it was my aunt who found him for me."

"The medicine didn't work, but I found out it would get better after a while, so I didn't pay much attention to it. I've gotten used to it anyway!"

Cheng Ying narrowed her eyes and asked again, "Did anything unusual happen before you fell ill?"

"For example, what you have eaten or drunk! When and where you fell ill."

Luo Jingtao hadn't paid attention to these issues before, but after Cheng Ying's reminder, he realized that it seemed he always had these episodes at home.

Moreover, it seems that before each episode of illness, she would drink something, sometimes soup, sometimes water, but most of the time it was soup given by her aunt...

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but widen his eyes in horror. Cheng Ying could tell from his expression that he might have remembered something, so she used some mental energy to influence him to say it.

“I always fall ill at home, and before each illness, I drink the soup that my aunt brings me. Before this illness, I also drank the nourishing soup that my aunt brought me, and my illness relapsed not long after.”

Upon hearing this, Chen Yulan's face instantly darkened. "Such a thing has happened!"

She looked at Luo Jingtao, her eyes filled with complex emotions. "Back then, if the daughter she gave birth to had survived, she would be this age now."

Although Luo Jingtao was born to a concubine and she used dishonest means to succeed, she had watched Jingtao grow up since he was a child. How could she, as his own mother, be so heartless?

Luo Wanyin was also shocked. "I never thought that woman was like that. She even persecuted her own child. My brother Jingtao has suffered so much over the years."

Cheng Ying frowned, already having made up her mind.