After transmigrating, he supported his family by working at a garbage dump.

Regardless of where the medicine came from, since we have this medicine, we can naturally use it first.

Without waiting for Xu Wenjie and his wife's reply, Li Quanfu and his wife knew that saving lives was the priority, so they didn't even dare to think about taking a break and rushed back to their home to get medicine.

Even now, Li Quanfu was still scratching his head, trying to figure out what exactly this wound medicine was all about.

Hu Sanniang gave him a few disdainful looks and explained several times, but Li Quanfu had no recollection of it.

Hu San Niang could only attribute this to Li Quanfu's poor memory.

"I'm not young anymore, and I tend to forget things easily."

Li Quanfu was not entirely convinced by these words.

Hu Sanniang only heard Li Quanfu muttering in her ear: "Brother Xu said a few days ago that one should be established at thirty. I am only thirty-one years old, which is the age to make a name for myself. How can I be old?"

Hu San Niang didn't expect Li Quanfu to take her words to heart. She covered her mouth and chuckled, unable to hold back her laughter.

I never imagined that my husband, who has never been to school, would become so eloquent and articulate after befriending Xu Wenjie for so long.

Amused, he patted Li Quanfu on the shoulder and chuckled, "Hurry up and get the medicine!"

……

In the Xu family courtyard on the other side, after Li Quanfu and his wife left, only Xu Zhuzhu and her family of four remained.

It will be much easier to talk then.

Putting everything else aside, Zhang He was unsure about the extent of the girl's injuries.

"My lord, is wound medicine enough?"

She had no recollection of when her husband had read the medical book, and she was afraid that if something happened, her husband would be implicated in losing his life.

Xu Wenjie paused, then explained with a smile that he had just happened to come across it and read it.

"He Niang, you know that our family has everything, but we have a lot of books."

Upon hearing this, Zhang He remembered that her dowry had consisted of a box of books passed down through the Xu family, so she said nothing more.

Looking at Miss Mei lying on the bed, Xu Wenjie pondered for a moment, then called Xu An to go out with him.

He had just glanced at the girl and found that her injuries were mostly on her back, abdomen, legs, and private parts. As a grown man, Xu Wenjie felt it was inappropriate to leave her in the house.

It would be better if Zhang He handled it.

As for Xu Zhuzhu, she is still young and a girl, so there is no need for her to be shy or shy. However, Xu Wenjie was afraid that she would cause trouble, so he also pulled her to go out with him.

This time, Xu Zhuzhu, unusually, didn't listen to her father. She quickly avoided his attempt to take her hand and said...

With a serious expression, he said, "Father, I want to help Mother take care of Sister Mei."

She is still young, but she can still help her mother wring out a handkerchief, hand her scissors, or change clothes.

One of the reasons she insisted on staying to help Zhang He was that she wanted to use the red bead to help treat Miss Mei a little.

Of course, at this point we're just taking a simple look at the specific injuries; there shouldn't be any need to cut blood.

The child was willing to help, and it wasn't a big deal, so Zhang He naturally wouldn't refuse, and naturally, she didn't think about it that way.

In her mind, the red beads were no longer effective. Xu Zhuzhu stayed simply to help her and would not spend any effort or be affected by it.

At most, they might see the wound and feel scared.

In Zhang He's view, these minor issues were entirely avoidable.

Therefore, I felt relieved.

After Xu Wenjie left, Zhang He and Xu Zhuzhu cut open Mei's clothes while gently wiping her wounds with handkerchiefs.

When Zhang He first saw the wound, she couldn't bear it and turned her face away, her eyes reddening.

"I wonder what kind of suffering this girl has endured..."

I couldn't help but sigh.

Over time, Zhang He gradually adapted, but she still felt depressed and heavy-hearted.

Xu Zhuzhu was still relieved that her mother hadn't seen the injuries on Wang Dashan and the other person.

Mei's injury alone caused her mother so much distress; if she were to see the other two, her mother probably wouldn't have a good dream for the next few days.

Speaking of this girl, Xu Zhuzhu felt a sense of familiarity. Although they didn't interact much, she had a feeling deep down that this girl surnamed Mei was not a bad person.

Xu Zhuzhu had seen Wang Dashan and the other man's injuries and had long since gotten used to them. However, her mother felt that she was still a child and tried to avoid letting her look directly at those injuries.

The mother and daughter were busy inside the house, and Xu Wenjie wasn't resting either.

He was with Xu An, sorting through the basket of things Zhang He had bought from town, and keeping an eye on the stove for boiling water.

Just as I was about to squat down, I suddenly felt dizzy again.

In his panic and helplessness, he managed to grab the edge of the basket, which was heavy enough to keep him from collapsing to the ground.

Xu An was a perceptive child, and he immediately noticed that something was wrong with Xu Wenjie. The little boy quickly stepped forward to help Xu Wenjie up.

He asked anxiously, "Father, what's wrong?"

He had noticed his father's pale face when he followed Xu Zhuzhu into the house, and had been paying attention to it.

Seeing Xu Wenjie so weak that he almost fainted when he squatted down, I was immediately worried.

Xu Wenjie did not answer.

He turned his head to the side, holding his forehead, his eyes downcast, his lips tightly closed, seemingly lost in thought.

Xu An found it increasingly strange.

"Father?" he called again.

Xu Wenjie seemed not to hear, or perhaps he didn't hear at all. After a long while, he gave a vague reply.

"Ok?"

Xu Wenjie responded with a low voice.

"An'an, what's wrong?"

Wen Lang's tone was as usual, but his voice was much weaker.

When he raised his head, he looked just like always, only his face was even paler, which made Xu An frown.

“Father, are you alright? You almost fell,” she said, then pointed out that Xu Wenjie’s complexion was abnormal. “Mother said that only people who are unwell will have a pale or bluish face.”

Xu Wenjie was taken aback, not expecting that Zhang He had mentioned these things to Xu An.

Of course, he didn't know that Xu Zhuzhu had said those words; Xu An had simply pinned the blame on her mother to get rid of Xu Zhuzhu.

Xu Wenjie chuckled softly and said gently, "What could be wrong with Father? It's just that you were all out for too long today, and I overslept at home. I didn't get any sun, so I'm feeling a bit tired, and naturally my face looks a little pale..."

This is utter nonsense.

Xu An felt that what was said did not seem to be true, but after all, he was only a five-year-old child, and he did not know what was wrong, so he looked at his father with a suspicious expression.

"Really?"

Ask questions sincerely.

As Xu Wenjie said.

She could calmly and composedly deal with the difficulties posed by others, but now, faced with her own child's sincere yet suspicious gaze, she felt somewhat at a loss.

He gave a forced smile and explained somewhat hastily.

“Of course it’s true. When has your father ever lied to you? We scholars never believe lies. If you don’t believe me, go ask your mother. But she’s busy right now, so let’s ask her later…”

After saying that, as if feeling guilty, or as if he knew that something was wrong, he quickly turned around, tidied up his basket with both hands, and pretended to be very busy.

Then, using the contents of the basket as an excuse, she quickly changed the subject, "An'an, what did your mother buy? Why is it so heavy?"

Putting everything else aside, what impressed Xu An the most was naturally the books that Mr. Wu gave to his father.

Busy explaining the book, he was completely unaware that he had been led astray.

"...Mother originally only lent two books, but Mr. Wu brought over a lot more, saying that they were for Father to relieve his boredom. Mr. Wu also said that Father could go to town in a few days to paint with him!"

Xu Wenjie was indeed relieved; he had finally managed to fool Xu An.

Just as he was about to change the subject by mentioning the book, his hand froze.

At that moment, he suddenly felt a piercing gaze fixed on him from behind.

He frowned and slowly turned his head.

Xu Zhuzhu stood quietly behind him, holding a tablet in one hand and a red bead on her chest in the other, looking at him with teary eyes.

At that moment, he seemed to have lost the strength to defend himself.

Xu Wenjie sighed helplessly, knowing he couldn't hide it any longer.

"Zhuzhu?"

The son is easy to fool, but his youngest daughter seems to have eyes in the sky. There's no need to hide anything from her anymore. Judging from her expression, she probably knows everything.

"Don't let your mother know."

This was his last struggle.