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

Although she had taken medicine, it would be abnormal for three-year-old Xu Zhuzhu not to have a fever because she was barefoot and wearing only a thin layer of clothing, and went straight into the snow where the temperature was nearly minus ten degrees Celsius, stomping and hugging the snow.

Zhang He and Xu Wenjie didn't close their eyes all night, staying by her side, wiping her body to lower her fever, and frantically feeding her medicine. They were busy all night until dawn, when Xu Zhuzhu's fever finally subsided.

Xu Wenjie didn't dare to delay for a moment. There was no doctor in the village, so he gave Zhang He a few instructions to be careful. He then took fifty coins, put on his cotton-padded coat, and went to town to buy medicine.

Xu An was very worried when he saw that his parents hadn't slept all night taking care of Xu Zhuzhu. He hadn't been able to help much the night before and hadn't slept well either, so he woke up when his father left.

"Mother, is my sister alright?"

Xu An noticed that her mother looked nervous, her eyes were bloodshot, her lips were chapped, and her eyes were fixed on her younger sister. She kept applying a wet handkerchief to her sister's forehead.

He was worried.

Seeing her son wake up so early, Zhang He rubbed her sore eyes and said apologetically, "Did I wake you up? Your sister is fine, she'll be alright soon. It's still early, you should sleep a little longer."

Zhang He tucked the blanket around Xu An, but Xu An insisted on getting up.

"Mother, please rest for a while. I'll look after my sister."

He's a good kid, but how could Zhang He let a five-year-old take care of another three-year-old?

"Good child, Mother is not tired. It's not even dawn yet, you can sleep a little longer."

Xu An shook his head, quickly got up, dressed, and took the initiative to help Zhang He fetch water and add firewood, joining the ranks of those taking care of Xu Zhuzhu.

Seeing how sensible Xu An was, Zhang He was very gratified. But when she thought of her usually lively and lovely daughter lying weakly in bed, she felt even more distressed.

Zhang He took Xu Zhuzhu's little hand and prayed that her daughter would wake up soon. She had been carefully protecting her daughter all the way, but she never expected that her daughter would fall ill because of saving them.

If something were to happen to Xu Zhuzhu, how could Zhang He live with herself?

She turned her face away and secretly wiped her wet eyes.

Fortunately, once it got light, Xu Zhuzhu's condition finally stabilized, and there was no sign of her fever returning. Zhang He's heart, which had been hanging in suspense all night, finally settled down.

People tend to doze off when they relax. Exhausted from the night, Zhang He drifted off to sleep. When Xu An returned with the hot water, he saw that his mother had already fallen asleep by the bedside. She was considerate enough not to wake Zhang He, but instead quietly and carefully looked after Xu Zhuzhu.

When Xu Zhuzhu woke up, she only saw Zhang He sleeping by the bedside.

She stared wide-eyed, her eyes darting around. She was covered with the only two quilts in the house, plus her mother's big cotton-padded coat. The room was filled with the smell of medicine, but Xu Wenjie and Xu An were nowhere to be seen.

Her head was a little dizzy and her throat was burning. She was stunned for a long time before she remembered what happened last night. Ignoring her headache, she struggled to get up. As soon as she moved, Zhang He woke up.

"Zhuzhu? Are you awake? How are you feeling?"

Zhang He, who had just been sleeping with her eyes closed, instantly woke up upon hearing the noise. She quickly pressed Zhuzhu down onto the bed and coaxed, "Zhuzhu, be good and lie down properly. How are you feeling? Is anything uncomfortable?"

Xu Zhuzhu shook her head. Apart from feeling dizzy and having a sore throat, she seemed to be fine, but she was still thinking about what happened last night, so she quickly asked Zhang He, Xu Wenjie, and Xu An how they were doing.

“We’re all fine, only you caught a chill and had a fever all night.”

Xu Zhuzhu breathed a sigh of relief, relieved that they were all alright. She then said in a spoiled tone, "Mother, I'm thirsty."

His voice was a little hoarse, but not seriously.

Zhang He hurriedly poured Xu Zhuzhu a bowl of hot water, and watched as Xu Zhuzhu gulped it down. Xu Zhuzhu's voice returned to normal.

Zhang He also came to her senses.

Looking around, the fire was burning brightly, and the kettle on the fire was bubbling and steaming, but Xu Wenjie and his son were nowhere to be seen. The air was filled with the aroma of medicine, as if it were coming from outside the door, but no human voices could be heard.

Zhang He told Xu Zhuzhu to cover herself with the blanket and not to get out of bed. She then got dressed and went out to take a look. Xu Zhuzhu obediently nodded.

The snow has stopped. Yesterday's heavy snow has given way to a clear sky and gentle breeze today. The sun, shining brightly, occasionally peeks through the clouds, which is a bit dazzling. The wind doesn't seem very strong today. Zhang He sighed at the unpredictable weather, which only cares about its capriciousness and doesn't care about the lives of ordinary people.

Pushing open the door, I saw my son squatting under the eaves, head down, earnestly reciting his books. In front of him was a medicine jar that smelled of herbs; it didn't look new, and I wondered where it came from.

"An'an, where is your father?"

With the medicine here, Xu Wenjie naturally returned. When Xu An saw his mother wake up, he remembered his father's instructions and calmly explained, "Father went to the village head's house to borrow a medicine pot. The village head heard about what happened last night and felt very guilty. He said that there was a doctor in the next village with very good medical skills, so he took Father with him when he went out."

Zhang He understood, but was also very curious, never expecting that there were medical experts in this place.

I had heard Xu Wenjie say that the doctor in town wasn't very skilled, and his prescriptions were all passed down from his ancestors. He could only treat minor ailments like headaches, fevers, coughs, and diarrhea. But because things are rare, he was the only doctor in the entire town and ten villages within a hundred miles who could treat even a little bit of illness, so his business had been going on for a long time.

If that's the case, why didn't this highly skilled doctor become known in the countryside? How did Li Quanfu suddenly know about such a medical expert in the next village? Did he also arrive recently? Or perhaps he was also a refugee?

Zhang He couldn't figure it out, so she let Xu An go inside and sat by the medicine pot, lost in thought. When the medicine was ready, she brought it to Xu Zhuzhu and fed it to her.

Xu Zhuzhu strongly resisted drinking Chinese medicine. When she was one year old, she was sick once, and Zhang He had to coax her to drink it. She was fed a mouthful of medicine and a mouthful of candied fruit. This time, she really didn't want to drink a single drop.

"Good girl, Zhuzhu, you'll get better if you drink your medicine."

Xu Zhuzhu suddenly felt as strong as an ox, jumped up and bounced around a couple of times, trying to show that she was cured. However, Zhang He slapped her down onto the bed. Xu Zhuzhu pouted and looked at Zhang He pitifully.

I don't love her, and I don't like taking medicine. It's because this Chinese medicine is really bitter!

In my past life, when I was sick, I only took small pills. I would just take them with water, close my eyes, and swallow them. The bitterness would only last for a short while, and if I was in a hurry, I wouldn't be able to taste it at all. But when I drink this Chinese medicine, it's not just in my mouth, but also on my tongue, in my throat, and even in my breath.

Every cell in her body was resisting.

"How can you get better if you don't take your medicine?"

Xu Zhuzhu felt that she was not sick.

Zhang He was both anxious and angry, and after much persuasion, she managed to get Xu Zhuzhu to drink half a bowl.

Even so, Xu Zhuzhu still secretly vomited a few times. Xu An, who was supervising from the side, saw this and immediately complained. Xu Zhuzhu glared at him and drank another half bowl under Zhang He's pressure. Only then did Zhang He let her go.

Who knew that after drinking the medicine, Xu Zhuzhu, who was perfectly fine before, suddenly felt a churning in her stomach. A familiar sensation traveled from her stomach to her buttocks. Xu Zhuzhu clenched her buttocks, and cold sweat broke out on her body!

This medicine is poisonous!

"Mommy! My stomach hurts!" Xu Zhuzhu cried out, clutching her bottom.

Zhang He was startled and hurriedly wrapped Xu Zhuzhu in her cotton coat, picked her up and ran outside. She didn't even have time to dig a snow pit before Xu Zhuzhu soared into the sky.

Luckily, she took off her pants quickly, otherwise she wouldn't even have any pants to wear.

Zhang He looked at her daughter squatting in the snow defecating and felt a sense of helplessness. She wrinkled her nose, and Xu Zhuzhu keenly noticed this subtle movement. "Mommy, does it stink?"

Zhang He's lips twitched, her expression remained calm, and her voice was stiff.

"It doesn't stink."

Xu Zhuzhu tentatively loosened her grip on her nose, almost vomiting, and quickly pinched it again, finding it quite smelly.

She felt much better after using the toilet, but the dry grass was a bit uncomfortable when wiping her bottom. She wondered if she could get some toilet paper from the garbage dump next time.

Xu Zhuzhu was back to her usual energetic self, running around energetically in front of Zhang He. At first, Zhang He was a little worried, but seeing that Xu Zhuzhu was in good spirits and did not have a fever, she was relieved.

He was secretly amazed, wondering if it was because Laozi was protecting him that he recovered so quickly.

Zhang He silently prayed for Laozi's blessing once more...

However, Xu Zhuzhu had diarrhea again after lunch, and it was still loose. Zhang He was very puzzled and couldn't help but worry. Why did she have diarrhea again after her fever subsided?

Xu An raised a question: "Sister, could it be that you took the wrong medicine?"

Zhang He glanced at the medicine bottle that Xu Zhuzhu hadn't finished drinking, smelled it, and also wondered, "No way?"

Just as they were wondering, Xu Wenjie returned, accompanied by Li Quanfu and a young man dressed in plain clothes.

Could this be the doctor Li Quanfu was talking about? Zhang He had some preconceived notions; in her mind, most skilled doctors were over fifty years old, and this young man in front of her didn't seem to be.

As soon as Xu Wenjie entered the courtyard, he saw his wife standing in front of the medicine pot, lost in thought. He called out from afar, "He Niang!"

"Hey!"

Zhang He raised her head, smiled gently, and greeted Li Quanfu. Li Quanfu replied that she was too kind.

"How is Zhuzhu?" Xu Wenjie asked, then introduced the unfamiliar young man to Zhang He, "This is Dr. Bai, his medical skills are extremely high."

Zhang He greeted them all, then smiled and said that Xu Zhuzhu was now lively and energetic. Just then, Xu Wenjie saw Xu Zhuzhu hopping and skipping out from behind the door.

"Daddy!"