Tangli Fried Snow

The carriage took more than half an hour to return to Sifang Cloth Shop.

Lin Wanjun burst into tears of joy when she saw the three of them get out of the car. She held Xue Li's hand, which trembled slightly, and looked her up and down as she said, "Little sister, we've finally found you!"

She immediately noticed that Jin Qingyan's arm was injured, and blood had stained his entire arm. She was so frightened that she exclaimed, "You're injured!"

She instructed Manager Hu at the door, "Quickly take him back inside and bandage him up, hurry, hurry."

The group helped the injured Jin Qingyan to a clean little house.

Manager Hu brought over some tools and medicines. He seemed to be an expert, very skilled at treating external injuries. He carefully examined the angle at which the arrow had entered the wound, determined that it had not damaged the major artery, and then instructed someone to go to the clinic to get medicine for the external injury.

He made Jin Qingyan sit down and put a clean towel in his mouth.

While talking to him to distract him, she seized the opportunity and acted decisively. In just a few breaths, she pulled the arrow embedded in his arm. Jin Qingyan groaned, clearly in great pain, and spat out a mouthful of blood. His face was pale, and sweat beaded on his forehead. He clenched his teeth to keep himself from crying out.

Shopkeeper Hu carefully examined the horrible wound again, and after confirming that it was not serious, he cleaned the bloodstains with water, carefully sprinkled on some wound medicine powder, and then bandaged it properly.

The servant who bought the medicine also returned. Manager Hu ordered someone to brew the medicine for Jin Qingyan, and then told everyone to leave so that he could rest and recover.

Shirley, Lin Wanjun, and Zhao Wuji stayed by their side the whole time. Seeing that Jin Qingyan was out of danger, everyone breathed a sigh of relief. Lin Wanjun gently comforted him for a few more minutes, helped him to bed, and then led the two back upstairs.

Fuling had been waiting on the second floor for a long time, holding the child. When she saw Xueli return safely, she rushed to Xueli's side and shed sincere tears, crying as she said, "Sister, you're finally back."

Seeing that Fuling and the baby were both well, Xue Li was also very excited. She took Hu Zi into her arms and called him "my darling" a few times. The little guy had gained several pounds and was obviously much bigger. He didn't recognize her anymore and just stared at her with his dark eyes. When he smiled, he revealed a mouthful of teeth and drool.

As they talked, they went inside and sat down, all of them sobbing with emotion.

Sherry looked around but didn't see Qiu Ling. She asked Fu Ling, "Where's Qiu Ling? I can't see her."

Fuling glanced at Lin Wanjun, who wiped away tears from the corners of her eyes with a handkerchief before saying, "Now that we've brought our sister back, we don't plan to stay here. We'll set off for the capital in a couple of days. Qiuling is originally from the capital, so your brother and I sent someone to take her back first. Once we get to the capital, you two sisters will naturally meet again."

Xue Li and Fu Ling exchanged a glance, and she asked, "What about Sister Fu Ling and Hu Zi?"

Lin Wanqing said, "Houses in the capital are expensive and prices are high, so it's not a good place to live. How will Fuling make a living there with her child? Why don't we let her stay here for a few years, do some work in the cloth shop, cook, and clean? There's food and lodging here. When the child grows up, we can see where she wants to go and then make plans."

Upon hearing this, Xue Li looked at Fu Ling and asked, "Sister, what do you think?"

Fuling lowered her head and thought for a long time before raising her head and saying, "Sister, you pulled me out of this sea of ​​suffering. Even if I have to serve you for the rest of my life, even if Huzi and I have to be your slaves for the rest of our lives, I will do it."

When Shirley heard her belittle herself like that, she glared at her unhappily and said reproachfully, "Sister, don't say such things. You've helped me a lot too."

Fuling held her hand and said, "If it weren't for Huzi, I would go anywhere with you, let alone the capital. I would do anything for you. But right now, Huzi is still young and needs someone to take care of him all the time. If I go with you, I will only be a burden." She paused and then said, "I've thought about it for several days. Sister Lin is right. You and Qiuling go to the capital. I will stay here to take care of the child. When Huzi grows up, if you need my help, just let me know."

Seeing that she had made up her mind, Shirley didn't force her anymore. She could only be a servant doing odd jobs here. It wasn't a good job, but she could eat her fill, live safely, and raise Tiger.

Having figured this out, she smiled at Fuling and nodded, which was her way of agreeing.

The other two women breathed a sigh of relief when they saw how open-minded she was, and then they showed genuine smiles.

After dinner, Shirley went to check on Jin Qingyan again. Lin Wanjun was by his side. Jin Qingyan didn't seem to be doing well; he had developed a low-grade fever and was in a daze.

Oh no, it seems the wound has become infected.

Lin Wanjun was so anxious that she cried. She hurriedly called for a doctor from the clinic. The doctor examined her for a long time and prescribed two doses of medicine.

Lin Wanjun personally prepared the medicine and fed it to him, but Jin Qingyan's stomach was empty. He vomited after taking the medicine and was unconscious when called again.

This terrified Lin Wanjun.

Sherry was also quite frightened by this turn of events. After all, her "good brother" was injured while looking for her, and she couldn't just ignore it for both emotional and rational reasons. She secretly took out three antibiotic pills and ibuprofen from her spatial storage.

Sherry said to Lin Wanjun, who was looking like a headless fly, "Sister-in-law, don't worry. I have some wound medicine from Young Master Jin's family. Why don't you let my brother try it?"

Upon hearing this, Lin Wanjun seemed to regain her composure, and grabbed her hand, asking, "Is it Jin Cheng's medicine? His family has been practicing martial arts for generations, so their medicine must be very effective. You should give it to your older brother to try."

Sherry crushed an antibiotic tablet and ibuprofen into powder, mixed it with a little water, and together with Lin Wanjun, fed it to Jin Qingyan, watching him swallow it.

This time he didn't vomit, and the two of them breathed a sigh of relief.

Within fifteen minutes, Jin Qingyan was visibly sweating profusely, his fever gradually subsided, and later, his breathing became steady, and he even fell asleep.

The two stayed with him until midnight. Seeing that he was indeed much better, they were relieved and knew that he had survived. Only then did Shirley take her leave to rest, while Lin Wanjun continued to stay in the room to watch over him. Shirley told her to give him the medicine again when her brother woke up the next day.

The next day, when Shirley woke up late in the morning, she found Lin Wanjun standing happily in front of her bed, smiling and saying, "Your medicine is incredibly effective. Your older brother woke up this morning, took the medicine again, and is much better now. He even drank half a bowl of porridge. The doctor also came to check on him and said he just needs to rest for a few days. Your brother and I will never forget your great kindness."

After saying this, she bowed deeply to her. Xue Li quickly helped her up and instructed her, "Sister-in-law, please don't stand on ceremony. Keep that medicine safe. If there are any more patients with external injuries, pneumonia, colds, or fever, take it out and use it. I don't have much, so please keep it safe, sister-in-law."

Lin Wanjun happily agreed and had two maids help her wash up and have breakfast.