The Female Supporting Character in Quick Transmigration is Making a Comeback

Here it comes again. He Xian'er felt her scalp tingling again, and she and Wang Qing quickly helped her up, one on each side.

“Grandma, we didn’t do anything, you don’t need to do this,” and helped her to sit down at the foot of the bed.

The old woman's tears were still wet on her face. "If anything had happened to the old man, I certainly wouldn't be able to live either! If I were to repay this life-saving debt in the future..."

The old lady suddenly stopped talking. What future was there? Would she even live to see that day?

When He Xian'er saw this part of history in the last world, she also felt heartbroken for those who didn't persevere to the end.

It's not that they don't want to live; it's that the environment and the chaotic society have robbed them of the courage to live.

"Grandma, you must persevere, that day will come soon!" He Xian'er encouraged her, holding her hand.

The old woman murmured to herself, "Will that day ever come?"

"Yes, it will definitely come!" He Xian'er's eyes were firm, as if giving her endless hope.

"Good children, you are all good children..."

He Xian'er took out some noodles. "Grandma, I'll go cook some noodles for you."

"I'll go help!" The 18-year-old boy couldn't bear to see the old man suffering so miserably, and his eyes welled up with tears.

This shed houses two cows, and they occupy most of the space.

The two elderly people lived in a circle made of just a few tattered cloths, where the wind blew fiercely and the room would leak when it rained heavily.

In such an environment, there wouldn't be any better possessions. The pot was half broken, the bowls were chipped, and there was no firewood, so they could only gather some thatch to burn.

After successfully cooking the noodles, He Xian'er's face was covered in streaks from the smoke.

Wang Qing wasn't much better off either. The two looked at each other and smiled sadly. These two old people were really too pitiful!

"Grandma, here are your noodles. Please eat slowly. We'll go feed Grandpa some noodles." He Xian'er handed her a bowl of noodles.

“My surname is Wen, and my husband’s surname is Zuo. From now on, please call me Aunt Wen and him Uncle Zuo.”

“Okay, Aunt Wen, my name is He Xian’er and his name is Wang Qing.”

Fortunately, although Grandpa Zuo was not fully conscious, he still cooperated well when eating, probably because he was very hungry and had a strong will to survive.

After feeding them, they washed the pots and pans, left the medicine and water bottle, and explained to Aunt Wen how to use the medicine before leaving the cowshed.

On the way back to the Wang family home, He Xian'er asked Wang Qing about the situation, "Third cousin, how many people from our village have been sent down to the countryside?"

Wang Qing thought carefully. Apart from this elderly couple, he hadn't seen any other people who had been sent down to the countryside. "It seems like there aren't any more," he thought.

The people of Wangjia Village wouldn't bully the elderly couple, but they also wouldn't offer any help; they simply ignored them and watched coldly from the sidelines.

"Xian'er, don't do things like this again. If someone finds out, they'll report you, and that will be troublesome."

"Third cousin, these are two lives at stake. I can't just stand by and do nothing."

“If you absolutely have to come, then let me come. I’m from this village and I’m a boy. If I’m discovered, at most I’ll get a scolding from the village chief. You’re different.”

"What's different about me? You're not in good health. If you want to help, you should take care of yourself first."

"My body is something I was born with, and it can't be cured," Wang Qing thought to herself, how could she not want to get better?

Over the years, his family has taken him to see countless doctors and spent a lot of money, but they can only keep him in his current state. He gets sick when the weather is too cold or too hot, and he feels like a useless person.

"Who says it can't be raised? Do you believe me?" He Xian'er's dark eyes stared intently at him, reflecting his image.

Looking at her current expression, so resolute, like someone joining the Party, Wang Qing blurted out, "I believe you!"

"Alright, I need to think about the specifics of how to raise him. Wait for my notification!" He Xian'er planned to go to the mall to see if there was anything she could use for him.

When I got home, Miao Cuihua had already started cooking dinner; it gets dark early in the countryside.

After the meal, He Xian'er took out a bottle of wine and a bag of milk candy from her spatial storage.

"Uncle, please take these two items. Take them to the village chief's house tomorrow," He Xian'er said, placing the items on the table.

Wang Zhigang took one look and realized that the two items were not cheap. "They're nothing special. Why are you bringing such good stuff? Our village chief is honest and won't accept these things. You can keep them for yourself!"

“Uncle, why would I keep it? I don’t drink. Besides, the village chief’s family must have children. I’ll share the food with them.”

"Okay, come with me tomorrow!"

"Ok."

He Xian'er took Wang Qing's matter to heart and went back to her room to talk to Xiao Ba.

"Xiao Ba, can you find out what's wrong with Wang Qing's health?"

"Of course, wait for me a moment," Xiao Ba said, and then fell silent.

He Xian'er also took the opportunity to visit the farm. After the last harvest, the land was still empty and nothing was planted.

Thinking of the couple in the cowshed, He Xian'er took two bottles of milk, planned to bring some steamed buns, and then took some grapes from the refrigerator, washed them, and ate them.

At this moment, Xiao Ba's voice rang out: "Xian'er, Wang Qing's health is not good because he choked on amniotic fluid due to a difficult childbirth. He will often have difficulty breathing, get tired easily, and have some lung problems."

"Xiao Ba, could you check the online store for me and see what medicine is suitable for this condition?"

"I've already looked into it for you. There's a product called 'Fuqibao,' which is specifically designed for various complications in premature or difficult births, such as aspiration of amniotic fluid, asphyxia, cerebral palsy, and later intellectual and neurological problems. It has remarkable effects!"

He Xian'er found the name auspicious, but its effects were not comprehensive; she only considered Wang Qing's age.

"Wang Qing is already 18 years old, is it still useful for her to take this?"

Xiao Ba's voice was somewhat smug, "Who do you think you are? This 'Lucky Treasure' works for complications caused by premature birth or difficult labor, regardless of age, but the younger the child, the better the effect."

"Besides, Wang Qing's condition isn't serious. With the help of the 'Fountain of Life' water, it would be hard for him not to recover!"

He Xian'er then thought of the old couple. "Xiao Ba, what about the old couple in the cowshed? Take a look at the medicine I had before, which one is suitable for them?"

"Xian'er, have you forgotten the 'Longevity Pill' in your space? Take one, and with a normal diet, you'll definitely be lively and energetic again!"

Yes, there were just too many things, and she couldn't remember any of them.

"Thank you, Xiao Ba! You're so kind! I'll go get ready right away!"

He Xian'er excitedly left the space. By then, it was already dark, and the villagers had lit their lamps.

She took a flashlight and knocked on Wang Qing's door.

"Who?" Wang Qing's voice sounded weak.

He Xian'er whispered, "Third cousin, it's me!"

A sound came from inside, and after a while the door opened. Wang Qing leaned against the wall, breathing heavily.

Oh no! He Xian'er pulled out a "Lucky Pill," exclaiming, "Third cousin, eat this quickly!"

Wang Qing didn't doubt it and swallowed it. As the medicine went down, his breathing gradually returned to normal.