Era: After foreseeing the future, I changed my fate using spatial abilities.

Chapter 156 Excited

"Yes, Yanbei is here too."

At the same time, the elderly couple, who seemed to be thinking of something, showed both joy at being reunited with their grandson and sadness at the reason he was there.

After a while, Yan Changrong sighed and comforted himself: it's still the best possible outcome among bad news.

They went with her to a courtyard not far away. After entering through a small gate, perhaps knowing that this was Su Ning's home and they had arrived at a relatively safe place, both of them were able to relax a little.

They were led directly to the kitchen. Su Ning first used the excuse of returning to her room to retrieve the medicine from the Peach Blossom Pharmacy, and then quickly returned.

"Grandpa Yan, Grandma Yan, let me apply the medicine for you first, and then we can eat something."

"Yes, yes, yes."

"Thank you, Ning girl."

Having fallen from such a height, they had witnessed so much, and their hearts, which had hardened and grown cold, were revived and warmed again because of her.

With tears welling up in her eyes, Zhao Panpan turned slightly to the side, blinked a few times, and then smiled back, "Ning girl, you apply the medicine to your Grandpa Yan first, I'm not in a hurry."

She was well protected by the old man; aside from minor bumps and bruises, she hardly got hurt, while he suffered the most.

"it is good."

First, they checked Yan Changrong's physical condition. In addition to a slight fever and cough, he had suffered many injuries to his arms, back, and abdomen.

Especially the area near the ribs in the abdomen, that entire patch of black was a shocking sight. If the person who did the attack had gone any higher, they would not only have broken bones, but also damaged internal organs.

The medicines for treating sprains and bruises listed in the pharmacopoeia, when combined with some spring water, have exceptionally good effects.

The medicine, which should have been a white powder, was turned into a dark, paste-like substance.

"This is a wound medicine made from a secret recipe passed down in our Su family. Grandpa Yan, don't be fooled by its unattractive appearance, it's very effective."

Seeing him staring at the small bowl in her hand with surprise, Su Ning, without batting an eye, directly blamed it on her ancestors.

"Hehe, okay, just use it."

Fu Changrong smiled kindly and extended his hand with great trust as he spoke.

After the wounds were covered with the dark medicine, I was a little worried that it might get rubbed off by my clothes or something.

The medicine adhering to the wound slowly solidified, just like a scab forming after a cut has bled.

A cool, refreshing sensation washed over me from the area that had been hurting, and the pain gradually subsided.

I can't help but marvel at how amazing the things passed down from our ancestors are; they are far superior to the needles and pills of those foreigners.

"Ningning, this medicine is really good. Did you make it yourself?"

"Yes, I really enjoy making pharmaceuticals. I do this in my spare time."

With a smile, Yan Changrong gave a thumbs-up, a mysterious pride rising in his eyes: No wonder he's the one his little seventh sister has her eye on!

"Alright, once these scabs fall off on their own, the wound will be almost healed."

After explaining the sentence, Su Ning poured the remaining medicine from the porcelain bottle into a small bowl, replaced it with a clean bamboo strip, and got up to stand in front of Zhao Panpan.

"Grandma Yan, it's your turn."

"Hehe, okay, then I'll trouble you, Ning girl."

After carefully applying the medicine and putting everything away, the subordinate immediately turned to the stove.

Lifting the large wooden lid of the pot, the steamed buns, mantou, and two bowls of millet porridge in the steamer were still warm.

They picked them up one by one and put them into two large bowls, then placed them on the table in front of the two of them.

"Grandpa Yan and Grandma Yan, eat it while it's hot."

Golden millet porridge, cooked until thick and sticky; soft white steamed buns; dumplings…

They didn't realize it until they saw it, but once they did, the two elderly people felt their mouths water and their stomachs rumble as if they were in battle.

He finished his food with an almost devout expression, and the deliciousness and the feeling of fullness made him sigh with satisfaction.

After exclaiming, they felt a little embarrassed, realizing that they had completely lost their composure in front of their future granddaughter-in-law.

Yan Changrong, his face flushed, coughed twice and changed the subject, "Ningning, since you were able to find out when we were transferred and where we were sent, do you also know about your Uncle Yan and Uncle Yan Xiao?"

Hearing him say that, Zhao Panpan no longer cared about being embarrassed and looked at him with anticipation.

Since the accident, the whole family was taken away and I haven't seen them since. I don't know how they are doing while they are imprisoned. I can't rest easy without any news.

Knowing they were anxious to hear about their children and grandchildren, Su Ning didn't rush to tidy up. Instead, she sat down next to them and told them everything she knew.

When they learned that their eldest son's family had been sent to a reclamation farm in the Northeast, while their younger son was sent to the Gur Farm in the Northwest, they were separated by more than a thousand miles, considering that they were in the North and the West, plus the South where they were located.

Tears streamed down her face uncontrollably as Zhao Panpan covered her face and cried, her frail body trembling.

He gently patted her back with his large hand. Yan Changrong, who was also feeling bad, had tears in his eyes, and his lips trembled as he ultimately couldn't say anything to comfort her.

Wait until you've calmed down before you start preparing to say something.

A familiar figure rushed in from the doorway, and knelt down in front of them with a thud, startling them. "Xiao Qi!"

"Little Seven!"

"It's me, Grandpa and Grandma. How are you?"

Yanbei, who was watering the fields with manure, faintly heard people not far away talking animatedly as they worked.

What? Another relocation to the countryside... What? Two elderly people, they don't seem bad, what's wrong with the world...?

Although he didn't hear the whole thing, he immediately grasped the key points and was overjoyed to learn that his grandparents had arrived.

After quickly finishing the work, I rushed back, only to find the house empty. Without thinking, I ran back here.

Upon finally seeing the two people, who were travel-worn, haggard, and injured, Yan Bei's eyes instantly reddened, and his voice trembled as he spoke.

"Get up quickly, get up now."

"Xiao Qi, get up quickly!"

With tears in their eyes, Yan Changrong and Zhao Panpan reached out and pulled up their little grandson who was kneeling on the ground.

As the two pulled, Yan Bei immediately stood up, but held their hands tightly for a long time, unwilling to let go.

He couldn't describe it, and didn't know why, but at that moment he suddenly had a feeling of unreality.

It was as if this encounter was never meant to happen, as if they were destined never to meet again.

This absurd and ridiculous idea struck him, causing him a dull ache all over his body.

Forcefully shaking off these inexplicably unpleasant thoughts, Yan Bei focused intently on observing them.

After several days of travel, my clothes were all wrinkled, covered in dust and dirt, and even... there were some footprints on them.

He clenched his teeth tightly, his trembling face making a grinding, grinding sound.

The coldness in his eyes emanated from him, giving off a chilling aura.

"Xiao Qi, we're fine. Ning Yatou has already applied medicine and ointment to us. She said we'll be better soon."

"Ah."

When his gaze fell upon her, Yan Bei instantly withdrew his icy demeanor. "Su Ning..."

"Okay, that's enough. Don't thank me anymore."

"..."

Nodding helplessly, Yan Bei could only remember all the kindness she had shown him and repay it a hundredfold or a thousandfold for the rest of his life.

"Xiao Qi, you..."

The calluses on her grandson's hands, unlike those from holding a pen, were rubbed together, and Zhao Panpan immediately lowered her head and turned his palm over.

Seeing that his once fair, slender, and well-defined hands had completely changed, with blisters even forming on the palms and between his thumbs, my heart ached.

Her little grandson is so outstanding and capable, and he's only been a few days...

"I'll pop the blisters and put some medicine on them later. Don't worry about me, Grandpa and Grandma. Although I didn't join the army, you know I'm in good health. I'll get used to these tasks."

After comforting and reassuring each other, Yan Bei and the two elders of the Yan family were much more at peace after sitting down again.

……

Meanwhile, Fu Jiaming and Luo Shuangshuang, who had just arrived in Shanghai and were heading straight to the hospital after getting off the train, were caught in another dramatic scene unfolding in the hospital ward.

"Who said we were going to call off the engagement? Who said that? We're not calling it off!"

"Ha, what do you take our Fu family, and Jia Dan, for? This marriage isn't something you can just call off or not call off at will!"

"Do you, a grown man, have the right to speak? Fu Jiadan is just crippled, not dead. Does being unable to stand mean you're not a man and therefore afraid to speak your mind?"

"I'll fucking smack your mother, who the hell are you trying to bully?!"

With bloodshot eyes, like a bloodthirsty beast, Fu Jiaming released Luo Shuangshuang's hand and kicked open the half-closed door.