Quick Transmigration: Forbidden to Covet Beautiful NPCs

Wu Tongxue looked at her with trepidation.

"This..."

Hu Xinghua's smile froze, her tone hesitant. Facing that face, the prepared speech she had prepared along the way suddenly became impossible to utter.

"Let me speak." A tall, thin old man walked in through the door, holding a pipe in his hand.

He sat down across the table, put his pipe on it, and spoke after a while.

"A wolf came down the mountain last night. Luckily, we spotted it early, so we called everyone to go chase it..."

Yan Zhihua made up a story: Wu Tongxue had just arrived at their brigade, and there were some things that were not suitable for her to know yet, so they had to keep it from her for the time being.

He was equally distressed by Yan Liang's disappearance; how could a living person just vanish without a trace?

Wu Tongxue's brows furrowed tightly, her face growing paler with each word she heard, until she felt dizzy and lightheaded as she listened.

"Sister-in-law, sister-in-law!"

"Old man, go and call the doctor quickly!"

Wu Tongxue weakly propped her head up with her hand, shook her head, and forced a smile, "It's an old ailment, I'll be fine after a while."

He didn't expect that just a little emotional turmoil would make him feel so bad, and that his physical weakness was more serious than he had thought.

"No, we need to get a doctor to take a look." Without Hu Xinghua urging him, Yan Zhihua had already gone to call the doctor.

In Hu Xinghua's opinion, Wu Tongxue was like this because she had suffered a blow, and they should have called the doctor earlier.

"The person hasn't been found yet, maybe they're still alright, don't get too excited, okay?" Hu Xinghua went to the kitchen and poured a cup of hot water.

The doctor arrived quickly, and after a brief examination, he didn't look too good.

Yan Yao was the brigade's barefoot doctor, only knowing some simple ailments, but even with his limited skills, it was clear that he was weak from birth.

"It's nothing serious. You need to decoct these medicines and drink them later. You need to take good care of your health and avoid doing heavy work."

Wu Tongxue nodded gently before releasing control of the pulse.

Yan Yao packed up her medicine box, picked up a packet of medicine, and said, "You don't have any tools here, so I'll take this back, brew it, and have someone bring it over later."

Yan Yao and Yan Liang were of the same generation, with Yan Liang being more than ten years younger than him. When they were young, Yan Liang often went to Yan Yao's house to study, and Yan Yao took extra care of his family.

He knew what had happened that night, and it was precisely because he knew that he was so grief-stricken. There was not much he could do, but he could at least take extra care of his wife's health.

"Avoid extreme emotional fluctuations, and take your medication on time."

Wu Tongxue could feel their care as elders; it was as if they were completely integrating him into the group, which was better than he had expected.

Before yesterday, they had hardly interacted; it was all because of Yan Liang.

Thinking of her newlywed husband, whom she had never truly met, Wu Tongxue lowered her eyes, her face filled with even more worry. She knew he was not dead.

But I don't know when he'll be back.

I hope he comes back a little later.

A cool breeze blew by, slowing down as it passed Wu Tongxue, lightly brushing against his cheek.

The wind was so gentle that Wu Tongxue didn't even notice it.

“You haven’t had breakfast yet. I brought two eggs with me, I can boil them for you. Sit down and rest for a while.” Hu Xinghua couldn’t sit still. Remembering the cold pots and stove she had just seen in the kitchen, she immediately stood up.

"Don't be so polite with your sister-in-law." She hurriedly grabbed the shopping basket and went into the kitchen.

Yan Zhihua didn't want to stay any longer, so he left with Yan Yao. As soon as they stepped out of the door, similar sorrow appeared on their faces.

"Hey!"

"Hey."

Yan Yao walked on the right and patted Yan Zhihua on the shoulder, "Second brother, don't worry too much, we'll help you."

Yan Zhihua shook his head. He wasn't worried about that; rather...

His cloudy, heavy eyes gazed toward a certain mountain, his heart filled with sorrow that he could not share with anyone.