Eavesdropping on Fu Bao's inner thoughts, emptying the stored grain and fleeing the famine

The old lady passed away peacefully. But for Lian Rongrong, it meant the loss of yet another loved one.

Kneeling beside her grandmother's body, Lian Rongrong lowered her head and wept. Since coming to Dasheng, she didn't seem to feel that she had a deep affection for her grandmother.

But when her grandmother actually left, Lian Rongrong's heart still ached with emptiness.

"It's already remarkable that the elderly have managed to hold on until now; perhaps passing away isn't such a bad thing."

A young man walked up to Lian Rongrong and handed her a clean handkerchief.

Lian Rongrong softly thanked her and took the handkerchief.

“Miss, the deceased is gone. What you need to care about now is the living.”

Upon hearing this, Lian Rongrong immediately stopped sobbing. She looked up at the man beside her, her brows furrowed with confusion.

The man gave her a wink, and Lian Rongrong immediately understood and followed him into the courtyard.

"Thank you for saving me, young master. I am very grateful to you." Lian Rongrong curtsied politely.

The man also politely raised his hand slightly. "Miss, there's no need for such formality. Healing the sick and saving lives is our duty as doctors."

"Miss, you don't need to call me 'Young Master.' My surname is Ruan, and my given name is Nianzhi. You can call me Doctor Ruan, or simply Ruan Nianzhi."

Ruan Nianzhi's lips curled into a beautiful smile.

Lian Rongrong nodded slightly, her gaze involuntarily sweeping over Ruan Nianzhi, who looked to be only in his early twenties.

His skin was clean and fair, yet it carried a hint of fatigue. He was over seven feet tall, but appeared somewhat thin.

However, Ruan Nianzhi's features were indeed impeccable, with eyebrows like ink paintings and eyes like autumn waves.

His jet-black hair was neatly combed into a bun on top of his head. The wooden hairpin on the bun did not look shabby at all; on the contrary, it accentuated his handsome face and gave him a touch of refined elegance.

If this were in the past, such a handsome guy would have made Lian Rongrong swoon and scream.

But she had absolutely no mood to appreciate the handsome man's beauty. Lian Rongrong remembered what Ruan Nianzhi had said in the room, so she asked:

"Dr. Ruan, you just told me to care more about the living, was it my mother...?"

Lian Rongrong's first reaction was that something was wrong with her mother's health.

Even though the mother was already in poor health, the repeated ordeals must have caused her even greater losses.

And as Lian Rongrong had predicted, Ruan Nianzhi sighed and then said frankly:

"Miss's mother has been infected with miasma. If she is not treated in time, her life may be in danger."

"Miasma?"

"It's that grove of trees you passed through. The miasma there isn't ordinary miasma; it's poisonous miasma."

You're lucky to be alive. That forest is full of poisonous creatures; encountering any of them would be fatal.

Ruan Nianzhi found it truly incredible that Lian Rongrong's family was able to survive and escape the poisonous forest.

However, for Lian Rongrong, what she cared about was not whether she was lucky or not, but how to treat her mother's illness.

"How can I save her? What can I do?"

Looking at Lian Rongrong's anxious face, Ruan Nianzhi seemed to see herself not long ago, but clearly, the girl in front of her was much luckier than her.

She had so many family members by her side who would stand by her through thick and thin. Even when she was in danger, she met this doctor when she was at her wit's end.

But Ruan Nianzhi was not so lucky. He had relied on his mother since childhood. His mother was the best female doctor in the surrounding area, but in the end, she could not heal herself and passed away.

"Dr. Ruan, is my mother's condition very bad?" Seeing Ruan Nianzhi slightly stunned, Lian Rongrong's heart was filled with anxiety.

Upon hearing this, Ruan Nianzhi immediately came to her senses and explained:

"No, I was just thinking of my mother. Don't worry, Miss, I can cure this miasma. But we need a few more medicinal herbs right now."

After lunch, I will go into the mountains to gather herbs. Miss, please be sure to comfort Madam and ease her worries.

Hearing Ruan Nianzhi say this, Lian Rongrong finally felt a little relieved, but she didn't understand why everyone else had passed through the forest, but only her mother was seriously affected by the miasma.

Lian Rongrong confessed her doubts to Ruan Nianzhi, and only then did Ruan Nianzhi remember to ask Lian Rongrong:

"Speaking of which, I have another question for you, Miss. How did you know that herb could ward off miasma?"

"Herbal medicine?" Lian Rongrong was stunned for a moment before realizing that Ruan Nianzhi was referring to the herbs that Fu Bao had asked her to grind.

"Oh, my father and brothers are away from home all year round, and I only heard them mention it by chance," Lian Rongrong casually lied.

"I see. Then Miss really should thank your father and brother."

If it weren't for this herb, none of you would have survived. In fact, it wasn't just the lady who was poisoned; all of you still have residual toxins in your bodies.

"It's just that Madam's health is weak, and the miasma is more severe for her. But don't worry, I will do my best to treat her."

Lian Rongrong has no medical skills, so for her, Ruan Nianzhi in front of her is her only hope.

Just then, Lin Chuyue's shout suddenly came from inside the house.

"Mother, Mother, what's wrong? Someone, come quick!"

Upon hearing the noise, Lian Rongrong and Ruan Nianzhi rushed into the house, only to find that Lian's mother had fainted in Lin Chuyue's arms, her face pale.

In a critical situation, Ruan Nianzhi strode forward, took out her acupuncture kit, and quickly needled several major acupoints on Lian's mother.

Mother Lian finally exhaled the breath she had been holding, and her complexion gradually improved.

"It's alright for now." Ruan Nianzhi breathed a sigh of relief and continued, "Help Madam to the west wing to rest."

Because her mother's condition suddenly worsened, Ruan Nianzhi went out to collect herbs without even having lunch.

At noon, Lian Rongrong and Lin Chuyue stayed by Lian's mother's side, but no matter how they tried to persuade her, Lian's mother refused to eat a single bite.

“Yun’er is gone, and your grandmother is gone too. How am I supposed to explain this to your father?”

As she spoke, even her mother began to shed tears again.

Seeing her mother like this, Lian Rongrong felt even more distressed.

When her father passed away, he entrusted the entire Lian family to her, but now, some are dead and others are sick.

If anyone is unable to explain, it should be her who is unable to explain.

"Mother, we've already lost so much by now. If anything were to happen to you, how would we live?"

Lian Rongrong's eyes were filled with tears and her eyes were red.

Lin Chuyue couldn't help but wipe away her tears upon seeing this. She grasped Lian's mother's hand and said emotionally:

"Mother, Yijun will be heartbroken to see you like this. For Yijun's sake, and for ours, please take good care of yourself, okay?"

The mother looked at her daughter and daughter-in-law, both of whom had red eyes. All their emotions finally erupted at this moment.

After a bout of weeping, the three women gradually calmed down.

Lian Rongrong wiped away her mother's tears, then turned to look at her sister-in-law, and finally spoke:

"Mother, sister-in-law, we must live on! We still have Ru'er, Fu Bao, Father, and Second Brother."

The children need us, and Dad and my second brother need us too. So, we can't give up yet.

The three women held back their tears and hugged each other tightly. At this moment, Lian Rongrong was reborn.

It is a rebirth after despair, a rebirth after cowardice!