Refusing to marry a widower, I went on a crazy spree of sending my children to the army.

Qiao Manman said nonchalantly, "They traded it for gold and silver peanuts!"

After saying that, he leaned closer to Qiao Runming and asked mysteriously, "Dad, how come our family has such a precious thing?"

Qiao Runming glanced outside in alarm, then breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the ward door was closed. He lowered his voice and asked, "How did you know?"

Qiao Manman rolled her eyes at him: "Ha, Sister Zhenzhen went into the house to steal, and Lu Zhiqing and I caught her red-handed! If we had been a step later, she would have succeeded!"

Qiao Runming asked, "What about the bracelet? Did you get it back?"

Qiao Manman touched her nose and lied, "It's coming back, but I accidentally broke it!"

Qiao Runming was startled: "That was your mother's personal belongings!"

After saying that, he sighed and said, "Oh well, it's been so many years, I guess we can't find it!"

Qiao Manman tried hard to recall the plot, but couldn't find anything.

Ultimately, she was just cannon fodder. Which author would dedicate a significant portion of their work to describing the family background of a cannon fodder character?

"By the way, Dad, do you know about this lock plate? It seems quite important; my grandma and my sister Zhenzhen both want it."

Qiao Manman took out the silver locket that was heavily oxidized from her spatial storage and handed it to Qiao Runming.

Qiao Runming glanced at it and nodded: "This is something I've worn since I was a child!"

However, as he grew up, he noticed that the old lady would sometimes stare at the lock with wolf-like eyes, so Qiao Runming hid it away.

"That Sister Zhenzhen is really something! Not only could she find the jade bracelet, but she could also find the locket. I searched her and even found more than twenty yuan!"

Only after saying that did he realize that he had hidden some money in some obscure corner, which, when added up, was just enough to pay for the hospital fees.

When this was brought up, Qiao Manman had something to say, showing no mercy to Old Lady Qiao.

"Dad, are you my grandma's real son? Uncle Jinwang told me the news, but grandma just stood there coldly to the side, not worried at all."

I knelt down and begged her for money, but she wouldn't give it to me. In the end, it was only with the help of Uncle Village Chief and Lu Zhiqing that I reluctantly handed over ten yuan.

Qiao Runming's nails dug into his palms, his face contorted in pain and struggle.

Qiao Manman continued to stab him in the heart: "Speaking of which, Dad, my grandma dislikes you so much, why would she make you a silver locket?"

"Something that even my eldest uncle, second uncle, and youngest uncle don't have, you didn't steal it from somewhere, did you, Grandma?"

Qiao Runming was taken aback, recalling the past and a hint of doubt arose within him. However, he had no evidence.

"Alright, alright, let's not talk about this anymore. Come on, try it and see if this porridge is good!"

Qiao Manman scooped up a large spoonful and fed it to Qiao Runming.

The soft and sticky texture satisfied his taste buds. After a few mouthfuls of congee, his stomach stopped rumbling.

Qiao Manman asked proudly, "Isn't it delicious? The cafeteria chef made it himself!"

Qiao Runming nodded, his eyes welling up with tears: "Delicious!"

He hadn't had plain congee for over a decade, and he never expected it to taste so sweet.

He has been living a miserable life all these years, exiling himself! And he has even dragged his wife and daughters down with him.

"Manman, Dad is so sorry!"

Qiao Manman raised her hand to wipe away his tears without saying a word.

After all, he had wronged the original owner of the body; he himself was just a fake.

After venting his frustrations, Qiao Runming felt much better. He placed the thermos on the table, saying he wanted to save it for He Nian.

Qiao Manman had no objection and screwed the lid on for him.

But as they waited and waited, until the doctors and nurses were all at work, He Nian still hadn't woken up.

Qiao Manman frowned, suspecting that He Nian's condition was not simply a case of anger overload.

Just as I was about to go find a doctor to take a look, I saw Lu Yuan bring Li Minghua over.

When Li Minghua saw that Qiao Runming had woken up, he carefully examined his legs.

Finally, he nodded and said, "It's alright, I've made it through the first hurdle. Now I need to rest and stay in bed, try not to move around too much."

A follow-up examination will be conducted in three months to determine the progress of bone recovery. If possible, appropriate rehabilitation will be considered.

Qiao Runming asked, "Doctor, to what extent can my leg recover?"

"It's hard to say. Some people can walk normally, while others limp. However, being able to keep the ability to walk is already a stroke of good fortune!"

Li Minghua gave Qiao Manman a meaningful look: "With such a capable daughter, you're in for a treat. Don't be discouraged."

Qiao Runming hummed in agreement and turned to He Nian: "Could you please have Doctor Li take a look at my wife?"

Li Minghua raised an eyebrow and reached out to feel He Nian's pulse.

Qiao Manman paused for a moment, then lowered her voice and asked Lu Yuan, "A combination of Chinese and Western learning?"

Lu Yuan gave an affirmative answer: "I studied under a master of traditional Chinese medicine!"

Qiao Manman was shocked, thinking to herself how lucky she was to have caught a big shot on her very first day after transmigrating.

Waaah, I want to hug your thigh!

Li Minghua touched He Nian's head for two minutes, then examined it with a serious expression: "Has your wife suffered any external injuries here?"

"Yes, she was hit on the back of the head."

Qiao Runming's thoughts drifted back to twenty years ago: "I found her by the river. She was badly injured and almost didn't make it."

He finally woke up, but forgot everything. Every now and then he'd start talking nonsense and banging his head against the wall; the villagers all said…”

"Comrade He is not mentally ill. She has a blood clot in her brain, which is pressing on her nerves, causing her to do those irrational things."

After the initial shock, Qiao Runming felt a faint joy: "Then do you have a way to cure it? Niannian must really want to go home!"

Li Minghua was jolted awake by the word "Niannian," thinking to himself that Lu Yuan's father-in-law was rather clingy. He wondered if his wife would be easy to marry.

Just as he was lost in thought, he felt a chill brush against his back. Without a doubt, it was that kid surnamed Lu chirping at him.

Feeling like a thorn in one's back—that's the feeling. Li Minghua stiffly stood up: "It can be cured!"

Qiao Runming was overjoyed and wanted to kowtow to Li Minghua to express his gratitude, but his legs made it difficult for him to even sit up straight.

"Don't worry, don't worry. If you hurt your leg, your wife and daughter will have to take care of you!"

Qiao Runming was all smiles, not angry at all.

Li Minghua gave Lu Yuan a wink, and Lu Yuan nodded, went to the nurse to borrow a bottle of alcohol, and then locked the door from the inside.

Li Minghua took out a cloth bag from his pocket, opened it, and inside were silver needles of varying lengths.

After disinfecting, they pricked He Nian's heart. Before long, He Nian turned into a hedgehog.

Qiao Manman stood in the corner, barely daring to breathe, as if the needle were pricking her own body.

In his mind, he frantically called out to the system: "System, can't you just give me a pill that can absorb the blood clots in my brain with just one bite?"

The system complained, "Host, you haven't done a single task, yet you want good stuff? Are you dreaming?"

Qiao Manman looked innocent: "I'm alive, aren't I? As for the female lead, we're separated by thousands of miles, how could I possibly steal her luck?"

“@￥%￥&…”

A jumble of random characters flew through her mind, making Qiao Manman dizzy and disoriented.

"Stop, stop, stop, stop!"

The garbled text stopped, and the system's cold voice came through: "Please figure it out yourself, host!"