Crossing Over to Yamada Love

Seeing that the room had quieted down, Dr. Chen stroked his beard and began to speak: "Head injuries are not to be underestimated. If the skull had been damaged, it could be fatal. Lanlan's forehead is fine; the skin is broken and will heal in a few days. Her pulse is relatively stable. The confusion is likely due to the concussion from the head injury. For now, have her lie flat and don't move her too much. Let her rest in bed for the next couple of days and observe her closely. If she vomits or experiences dizziness again, come see me immediately. I won't prescribe any medicine for now. Give her something nutritious, not greasy, but light and easily digestible. If there are no other problems after tonight, she should be fine." Dr. Chen gave very detailed instructions.

No need for medicine, which suits me perfectly. In ancient times, they probably used traditional Chinese medicine, which is usually very bitter. Anyway, she's already transmigrated here, so she should be fine. The reason she said she had a headache and felt dizzy was for the second wife's benefit.

Thinking of this, Mo Lan smiled at the old doctor and said, "Grandpa Chen, I'll be careful not to move around too much. I'll stay here and rest. Thank you."

"Lanlan is such a good girl, so sensible. You should rest well. Don't move around too much, and tell your mother immediately if you feel uncomfortable anywhere." Mother Qiu looked at Molan with teary eyes, but her expression was full of relief. Before, her daughter loved to run around and couldn't stay in bed. Now that she had bumped into something, she was so well-behaved, not only thanking the doctor but also willingly taking the initiative to rest in bed. She has really grown up.

Mo Lan felt a chill run down her spine. "Mother, my soul is already 26! Just thanking the doctor has made you this happy." This was a virtue instilled in her from childhood; in her own time, every child was taught to be polite and courteous. So, seeing her mother's expression, Mo Lan felt rather embarrassed.

Madam Wang gave Mo Lan a deep look, somewhat surprised by her maturity. She sat on the edge of the kang and gently touched Mo Lan's forehead, saying, "Lan'er has grown up. Take good care of her. Just tell me what you want to eat. I'll have your mother make it for you later."

Madam Feng muttered with a sneer, "Make whatever you want to eat, as if this house is overflowing with gold and silver. What can a little girl like her eat? If there's anything good to eat, I'd rather give it to my eldest son. He's the eldest grandson of the Mo family."

Wang heard her mutterings, but ignored her and instead said to Doctor Qin, "Brother Chen, I'll give you the consultation fee since you've gone to so much trouble."

"Sister-in-law, there's no need to be so polite. Given my friendship with Quan, let's not even talk about the consultation fee. Lanlan is also my junior. It's only right that I, as her grandfather, come to see her," Doctor Qin declined.

“This won’t do, brother. You have a family to support too. You’ve been looking after our eldest son all year round. You’ve refused to accept money every time, and my husband and I feel so bad about it.” As she spoke, Wang’s eyes reddened.

"Sister-in-law, please don't be like this. As for my nephew, I can only prescribe medicine to maintain his condition; it's never been cured completely. I'm too old and incompetent to find a better remedy. Let Lanlan rest here; I'll go check on my nephew again." Doctor Chen said as he got up.

"What are you looking at? It's pointless to look at that medicine pot of his. We should use that money to improve our family's life. It's been so long since we've had meat." When Madam Feng heard that Doctor Chen was going to see her eldest son, Mo Changhai, she began to complain again.

Why does she always talk about food? Mo Lan secretly rolled her eyes at Madam Feng. During mealtimes, Second Madam is always very competitive, and it's their main branch who doesn't get enough to eat, okay?

Wang gave her a cold glare, and Feng quickly shut her mouth. Why was she so cold? When did her sister-in-law become so fierce? Her eyes were sharp as knives. It made Feng's scalp tingle. Why was this old lady acting so strangely today?

"Grandpa Chen, please take care. Thank you for treating my uncle and me today." Mo Lan thanked Doctor Qin again. It's never a bad thing to be polite.

"Dr. Chen, please take care. Thank you for taking care of my Lanlan." This was Mo Lan's mother's farewell greeting.

"Take care, Grandpa Chen." This was the farewell greeting from the twin siblings.

"Lie down, little girl. I'm going to go with your Grandpa Chen to see your uncle. I'll come see you again later." Madam Wang affectionately patted Mo Lan's head. She got up and went out of the room with Doctor Chen to see Mo Lan's uncle.

"Second daughter-in-law, hurry up and cook! It's getting dark, and our husband will be back soon. What will we do then?" Madam Feng said, trying to intimidate her brother-in-law as she left.

“That’s right. My father-in-law and his family worked in the fields all afternoon, and when they got home they didn’t even have a meal. People would laugh at them if they told others. Besides, Lanlan bumped into something; it’s her own fault for not being careful. Who can she blame? My Ju’er isn’t as mischievous as her.” Cui quickly chimed in, adding to her mother-in-law’s words. She didn’t forget to mention Mo Lan as well.

"I'm just an innocent bystander getting shot," Mo Lan pouted. "What business is it of yours whether I'm being cheeky or not? As long as my family doesn't mind me, whatever you say won't matter. Besides, it's still bright outside; that's not what you're saying about it getting dark."

"I'll go right away, Second Aunt, Sister-in-law, you can go out first and let Lanlan rest for a while," Qiu replied.

"Hurry up, we're all starving!" Second Madam Feng said this before turning and leaving the house. Seeing her mother-in-law leave, Cui hurriedly followed.

"Mother, why don't you let Second Aunt and Third Aunt cook? They're idle all day long. They do nothing and always make you and Grandma busy. Just ignore them." Mo Lan didn't want her mother to work so hard.

“It’s alright, if I don’t cook, your grandpa and dad won’t have anything to eat when they come back. I’ll have to go make you something to eat anyway. How about steamed egg custard? It’s delicious and easy to digest.” Mrs. Qiu smiled gently.

"Whatever. I'm fine with whatever I eat." Mo Lan went with her mother. Some things can't be changed in a day.

"Erlang, Meizi, you two stay here with Lanlan. Let me know if she needs anything." Madam Qiu got up and went to the kitchen, leaving her two children to stay with Molan.

"Mother, let me go cook with you. Otherwise, you won't be able to manage on your own. Let your brother stay here with Lanlan. Lanlan, if you need anything, tell your brother and have him call us." Momei instructed Molan to call Erlang if she needed anything. Then she went to cook with her mother.

With her mother and sister gone out, only Mo Lan and Er Lang remained in the room.

"Lanlan, would you like some water?" Erlang sat down on the edge of the kang (a heated brick bed) and asked his sister with concern.

"I'm not thirsty, brother," Mo Lan said with a friendly smile to her brother.

"Your head hurts, doesn't it? Shall I rub it for you?" Erlang said as he placed his hand on Molan's forehead and gently rubbed it.

Mo Lan wasn't sleepy at all. She curiously sized up her adopted brother. He was only 12 years old. And he already knew how to take care of others. In modern times, he'd be a sixth-grade student. At that age, who wasn't being pampered by their parents? But in this era, her brother was already helping with household chores like chopping firewood and cutting grass.

As Mo Lan was thinking, she heard the sound of you walking slowly outside; it must be Grandma seeing Doctor Qin off. She didn't move; she didn't want to disrupt the warm and peaceful atmosphere.

"Grandma, Mom. I've called Grandpa and Dad back. How's my sister?" A childish voice came from outside the window.

Judging from the voice, this must be her five-year-old younger brother, Mo Lin. Everyone calls him Little Third. He and his aunt went to the fields to look for their grandfather and father. Because the road was quite far, they only just returned. A woman in poor health and a child—it must have been really tough for them.

Various sounds came from outside. Before Mo Lan could listen carefully, Erlang had already gotten up from the edge of the kang (a heated brick bed) and walked towards the door. He must be going out to greet his grandfather and father.

Just as he reached the door, it was pushed open with a whoosh, and a figure rushed in. When he saw Mo Song in front of him, he quickly stopped. Luckily, he stopped in time; otherwise, the two would have collided.