The Female Supporting Character in Quick Transmigration is Making a Comeback

Wang Qing was shocked to find that his health had actually improved; he no longer had shortness of breath or headaches.

"Xian'er, what kind of magical pill did you give me?" he asked curiously.

He Xian'er smiled mysteriously and took out a small medicine bottle.

"These are 'Fortune Treasure' pills. Take three pills daily for ten consecutive days, and then you will see a surprise."

She blinked, her tone full of amusement.

Wang Qing's eyes welled up with tears as he recalled He Xian'er's previous concern for him.

This younger sister, whom he had only known for a few days, was so concerned about his health.

"Alright, stop making that touched face. I'm not buying it. Your most important task is to recover properly," He Xian'er said, feigning sternness, but unable to hide the concern in her eyes.

In the dead of night, He Xian'er quietly arrived at the cowshed.

The sounds of coughing and Aunt Wen's nagging mingled together.

She knocked on the door softly. "Who is it?" the person inside asked warily.

"It's me, Xian'er!" She looked around and breathed a sigh of relief after confirming that no one else was there.

The cowshed is in a remote location, and no one comes during the day, let alone at night, so it's wise to be cautious.

The door opened, and Aunt Wen said anxiously, "Xian'er, didn't you come here at noon? Why are you here again? What if someone sees you?"

Upon entering the house, He Xian'er saw that Grandpa Zuo was already able to sit up, and she was truly relieved.

"Uncle Zuo, how are you feeling?" she asked with concern.

Grandpa Zuo's smile was like a blooming chrysanthemum. He said gratefully, "Xian'er, Wenpei has already told me that I was able to get better entirely because of the medicine you gave me. Thank you so much!"

He Xian'er waved her hand and replied modestly, "Uncle Zuo, you're too kind. I only did a small thing."

She pulled out two bottles of milk and a bag of steamed buns from behind her back. "Aunt Wen, I thought you probably hadn't had dinner yet, so please take these!"

She specially prepared about 10 steamed buns; the weather wasn't hot, so the buns should last for several days.

Aunt Wen declined somewhat embarrassedly, saying, "Xian'er, we've already troubled you too much. You should keep these things for yourself."

He Xian'er pretended to be angry and said, "If you don't accept it, I will really be angry! Of course, I didn't give it to you for no reason. I have a small request."

When Aunt Wen heard that there were conditions, she breathed a sigh of relief and took the steamed bun and milk. "Xian'er, tell me, what are the conditions? How can we, these old bones, still be of any help?"

He Xian'er blinked and said with a smile, "Aunt Wenwen, I heard that you and Uncle Zuo were university professors before. I graduated from junior high school and was a sent-down youth. I want to learn from you, and I hope to go to university in the future if I have the opportunity."

Aunt Wen looked at He Xian'er in surprise, not expecting her to have such a condition. "This is wonderful. We would naturally welcome any child who loves to learn."

Grandpa Zuo chimed in with a joke, half sighing and half reminiscing, "Now that so many schools are closed, will we still be able to stand on the podium and teach in the future?"

"Don't worry, sir. As long as you and your wife stay healthy, that day will come eventually!"

...

The next day, when Wang Zhigang took He Xian'er to visit the village chief's house, it was the village chief's wife who opened the door.

He handed over the wine and red sorghum, and asked with a smile, "Auntie, is Uncle home?"

The village chief's wife's eyes lit up immediately when she saw what she was holding, and she quickly took it. "Zai Zai, come in quickly!" She also called into the house, "Old man, Zhigang is here!"

"Oh, I see." An elderly man walked out, his face weathered by time, his eyes deep and bright, and he looked remarkably spry.

"Zhigang, come and sit down."

“Uncle, this is my niece, He Xian’er. She’s a newly arrived educated youth sent to the countryside!” Wang Zhigang introduced.

He Xian'er took out her household registration certificate, her rural work permit, and other documents.

"Hello, Grandpa Village Chief, these are some of my documents."

Village Chief Wang picked up the document and flipped through it. After finishing, he sighed, "I was wondering why. Our village's educated youth had just arrived, and now others have come? It turns out they applied on their own."

He Xian'er sat on a worn-out chair in Wang Zhigang's house, sipping tea as she began to tell her story in a dramatic, "family drama" style. "The Qin family and our He family have a feud more dramatic and tumultuous than any TV series!"

He Xian'er spent 20 minutes vividly recounting everything from family feuds to her personal experiences, leaving Grandpa Wang and his uncle speechless.

Finally, she concluded: "So, if I hadn't chosen to go to the countryside, my fate would have been like that of an old ox, with no idea who my family would marry, and I would have lived a life of hardship."

She continued, "Actually, I don't have high demands for material life. The money my mother left me is enough for me. But if I have to work, I only hope to do some easy work. As for work points, I don't care how many."

Upon hearing this, Village Chief Wang felt a ripple in his heart. "Alright, I understand your request. There's never a bad thing to study more. Right now, the village doesn't have enough food, so we probably won't have any extra to sell to you!"

He Xian'er smiled and waved her hand, "Grandpa Wang, don't worry, I'll take care of the food myself. If all else fails, my godmother will help buy some and send it to me."

Hearing this, Village Chief Wang finally breathed a sigh of relief. He thought to himself, "This young woman is not only sensible but also knows how to communicate; she's truly rare."

Compared to those girls who only know how to whine and make unreasonable demands, He Xian'er is much better.

"By the way, who is your godmother who can buy grain?" Village Chief Wang asked with a hint of curiosity.

Wang Zhigang then spoke up: "Uncle, Xian'er's godmother is actually my aunt Wang Yueru's daughter."

Village Chief Wang was taken aback for a moment, then laughed and said, "Oh, it's Wang girl!"

His smile held a newfound sincerity, as if he had a special affection for the name.

After returning from the village chief's house, Wang Zhigang made a point of recounting what Xian'er had said to Miao Cuihua before going to bed.

After hearing this, Miao Cuihua also felt that the He family was really despicable, pushing their own daughter away; they would definitely get their comeuppance.

"No wonder Xian'er was willing to go to the countryside in place of her stepsister. If she were still in that family, they would skin her alive."

"We must treat Xian'er sincerely from now on, so that she can have an easier time in Wangjia Village."

Wang Zhigang readily agreed, "Of course, if my cousin hadn't beaten me to it, I would have wanted her to be my daughter."

"Yes, she's only been here a few days, but I feel much better. I've stopped coughing, and I have more energy to do housework than usual."

Could it be that the arrival of a girl made him happy and his health improved?

Never mind, I should go to bed early. Tomorrow is Xian'er's first day at work. What kind of food should I prepare for her?

Lost in these thoughts, the couple slowly drifted off to sleep.