Reborn in the 90s, I traded my ex-husband for eight apartments.

A look of joy appeared on Bai Zhenzhu's face:

"Will silk thread work? Then please wait a little longer."

Seeing that she actually had silk threads, Huo Zheng didn't say anything.

Nod:

"it is good."

Bai Zhenzhu went back to her bedroom and soon came out with a silk scarf.

This was sent to her by Pei Xiangyang the year she gave birth to Shuo Shuo; he said it was used by wealthy families in Shanghai.

She tore it down without a second thought.

Then he asked Bai Jingsi to bring up a bowl, candles, and white wine.

She first scalded the bowl with boiling water, then poured in some iodine solution, and soaked the two longest threads she had taken apart into the iodine solution.

Bai Jingsi was burning a sewing needle with a candle nearby.

She first gave Huo Zheng anti-inflammatory medicine, and then carefully untied the towel from Huo Zheng's legs.

The wound was more serious than Bai Zhenzhu had imagined. It looked like she had been stabbed with a dagger, and the bad guy had slashed at it when he pulled out the knife, making the wound not only deep but also very long.

To be injured like that, it must have been a close-quarters fight, and the person didn't even utter a sound.

Bai Zhenzhu tied a silk scarf around her face to prevent saliva from flying into her wounds when she spoke.

Then I washed my hands thoroughly with baijiu (Chinese liquor), not even missing the crevices under my fingernails, and finally rubbed them with iodine.

Huo Zheng could tell that she was really putting a lot of effort into disinfection.

"Comrade Huo, I've never sewn a human body before, but I'll try to be as quick as possible. Please bear with me."

Huo Zheng was surprised when he heard her say that:

"Have you ever sewn other living things?"

Bai Zhenzhu used clean cotton soaked in iodine to disinfect the wound, saying:

“I sewed up the dog we kept at home. It got into a fight with another dog and a piece of flesh on its neck was almost torn off. It was fine in a few days after I sewed it up.”

Huo Zheng: "..."

She spoke very sincerely, perhaps to convince Huo Zheng of her culinary skills.

However, Huo Zheng was not comforted and felt strange.

The expression on Bai Zhenzhu's face darkened.

That dog belonged to Shuo Shuo; he brought it back from a relative's house. It was Shuo Shuo's playmate.

When the dog was injured, Cao Daniu asked Old Man Pei to slaughter the dog and eat it. Shuo Shuo hugged the dog and cried for a long time until she went home and left the dog behind.

But last month, Cao Danu insisted that the dog had stolen the family's eggs, so Pei Xiangming beat the dog, breaking its hind leg. The dog then ran away dragging its broken leg.

Shuo Shuo knew the dog had been chased away and cried for two days.

After disinfection, Bai Zhenzhu began stitching up the wound.

Without anesthesia, it was sewn raw.

Bai Zhenzhu was truly fearless and had a very steady hand. Huo Zheng explained the sewing process to her, and she understood immediately.

Tie a knot in each stitch, about one centimeter apart.

Huo Zheng could clearly feel the needle and thread piercing through his flesh. He clenched his fists and gritted his teeth, sweating profusely from the pain but not uttering a sound.

"Brother, give him a towel to bite on." Bai Zhenzhu didn't dare to look at Huo Zheng, but she could feel his body trembling slightly.

Bai Jingsi took a clean towel, folded it, and let Huo Zheng bite it.

Fortunately, Bai Zhenzhu was quick and steady, and her stitches were precise and decisive. After seven stitches, the pain was finally over.

The subsequent disinfection and medication application were much easier.

Most importantly, the wound has really stopped bleeding. If the wound doesn't become inflamed or infected, it should be fine as long as it rests for a while.

Huo Zheng himself knew some knowledge of wound care. He asked Bai Zhenzhu to sprinkle the wound medicine on the wound, and then gently wrapped the wound with just a layer of gauze.

The weather is hot now, so the wound will heal faster if it's left to air out.

Looking at her masterpiece, Bai Zhenzhu let out a soft breath:

"I did consider going to medical school back then."

Her eyes, peeking out from behind the silk scarf, held a smile, but a hint of regret quickly slipped away.

Huo Zheng's gaze lingered on her somewhat rough hands for two seconds, understanding the helplessness within them. He figured she must have been unable to go to university for some reason.

"Thank you." He looked at her with his dark eyes. "Your hands are steadyer than a surgeon's."

Bai Zhenzhu removed her silk scarf and smiled:

"Really? I hope your wound doesn't get infected."

This was probably the first time she had shown a genuine smile since her rebirth, and it was especially radiant.

For the first few days, she seemed fine on the surface, but she was actually carrying a heavy burden in her heart and was trapped in a state of self-doubt.

But tonight, she finally understood.

Society is now stable, and people's lives will get better and better.

But people like Huo Zheng, who get injured while fighting bad guys, can't even go to the hospital.

What reason does she have not to live a good life?

She wasn't the one who did something wrong, so why should she reflect on herself or doubt herself?

It's not that she's not good enough, it's that the Pei family doesn't deserve her goodness.

Bai Zhenzhu hurriedly packed up her "surgical tools" and said to Bai Jingsi:

"Third Brother, wipe Comrade Huo clean again, I'll go make him something to eat."

To avoid embarrassment, Bai Zhenzhu went back to her bedroom and found a handkerchief.

This square scarf is several years old. It's white with large peony flowers printed on it, and it's quite large. She planned to use it to drape the television to keep it from getting dusty.

We'll use it to cover Huo Zheng's private parts for now. The blanket is too thick; it's not good to cover the wound in this hot weather.

With his vital areas and injuries covered by a handkerchief, Huo Zheng was indeed much more at ease.

After Bai Zhenzhu finished tidying up, she went downstairs to cook for him, taking with her his clothes and the blood-stained towel.

Not long after, Bai Jingsi brought up a bowl of stewed eggs with brown sugar, red dates, and red goji berries floating on top.

This is exactly the standard for postpartum care.

Perhaps due to excessive blood loss and his weakness, Huo Zheng fell into a deep sleep shortly after finishing the bowl of eggs.

When I woke up, it was already bright outside.

When Huo Zheng opened his eyes, he saw a fair-skinned little boy blinking his bright black eyes and staring at him.

Seeing that he was awake, Shuo Shuo quickly called out into the bedroom:

"Third Aunt, Uncle is awake."

Zhang Minmin came out of the house, knitting a sweater in her hands, and smiled:

"Comrade, you're awake? Are you hungry? There's some food left for you in the kitchen."

After saying that, he instructed Shuo Shuo:

"Shuoshuo, it'll be easier for you to take care of your uncle. Your aunt will be back soon."

"Ok."

Huo Zheng was wondering what "convenience" meant when he saw the little boy pick up a plastic bottle from the side, skillfully lift the square towel on Huo Zheng's body, and pull down his underwear...

A crack suddenly appeared on Huo Zheng's face, which already showed little emotion—no, several cracks...

His injury really isn't that serious.

After urinating, Huo Zheng quickly put on his underwear before the little guy could do anything, and then pulled the blanket next to him over himself.

The little guy held up the plastic bottle in amazement:

"Uncle, you're peeing so much!"

Huo Zheng coughed: "Put it down quickly, it's unhygienic, go wash your hands."

"Oh." Shuo Shuo still had to take the pee away and empty it, when he remembered something else: "Uncle, do you need to poop? But my third uncle isn't home. If you need to poop, you should hold it in. My eldest uncle and second uncle will be here soon."

"I don't want to," Huo Zheng said curtly. "Thank you."

Shuo Shuo smiled and said, "You're welcome. Mom says you're a great hero."

Huo Zheng finally realized something was wrong. This child was calling the man and woman from last night "uncle" and "aunt," which...

"Your mother is..."

"My mother's name is Bai Zhenzhu, the one who sewed up your wound."

Huo Zheng was somewhat surprised.

Bai Zhenzhu looks so young; it turns out her son is already so grown up.