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

Chapter 158 Proposal
Time can feel incredibly long while you're waiting.

Especially for Fu Jiaming and Ma Xiuzhen, they stared intently at the person on the hospital bed, not even daring to blink, for fear of missing anything.

"It moved! It moved! Jiaming, did you see that? Your dad's eyes moved!"

"I saw!"

Fu Jiaming bent down, his voice trembling with tears, and whispered, "Dad, Dad, wake up! Can you hear me? It's me, Jiaming, I'm back, Dad..."

"Old Fu, Old Fu, wake up!"

Before she knew it, tears were streaming down her face. She grabbed his large, kind hand and choked out a sob.

It felt like he had slept for half a century, his eyelids weighing a ton, yet it also felt like he hadn't slept at all, because he could hear everything his wife said clearly.

Struggling to open his eyes, the sudden bright light made Fu Rong unable to see anything for a moment.

It took a while for me to get used to it before I could see two tearful faces clearly.

"Xiu...Xiu." Don't cry, I'm awake. Let's see who dares to bully you!

"Old Fu, Arong, you've finally come to your senses! Thank God, thank you Su Ning!"

Suning? Who is that?
Having just regained consciousness, Fu Rong was still a bit disoriented and looked completely blank. But as her vision returned and she regained some clarity, her reason gradually returned.

Thinking of what happened that night, his eyes widened in alarm as he looked anxiously at his wife and children. He tried to move, but found that he could only move his fingers and could not move his body at all.

"What's wrong, Lao Fu?"

"Dad, are you feeling unwell?"

It seemed as if she had used all her strength to squeeze out two names, "Qianqian, Jia... Dan..."

Ma Xiuzhen and Fu Jiaming were stunned when they heard his words. The grief in their eyes was overwhelming, but they didn't know how to speak.

"Qian...Qian, Jia Dan..."

"Dad, my sister... she couldn't be saved. My older brother... he's still recovering from his injuries."

Unable to control his fingers, Fu Rong's face became increasingly ferocious and terrifying, with the veins on his neck bulging and low growls like those of a wild beast constantly emanating from his throat.

It was only after a long time that he closed his eyes weakly, and when he opened them again, the cold light flashing inside was breathtaking.

The clearer your mind, the clearer the images in your memory.

He witnessed how his eldest son was brutally abused in front of him, and how much humiliation and torment his daughter suffered.

Tong, Xue, and Sen, the blood debt must be repaid in blood!
"Old Fu!" "Dad!"

"I'm fine."

It is precisely at times like these that he must not falter.

Fu Rong swallowed the blood in his mouth and quickly calmed down, but those who knew him best knew how dangerous he was.

When he spoke again, his speech was much smoother and more fluent.

"Jiaming, you're back. Yan Xiaoqi, where's the Yan family?"

Fu Jiaming paused in his grip on the large hand. No matter what, the Yan family's current state was due not only to the culprits and the rats and bugs hiding in the shadows, but also to the Fu family.

This is an indisputable fact, regardless of the reason.

When he returned, Yan Qi no longer seemed to be blaming him, but that only made him feel worse.

After letting out a long breath and trying to calm himself down, Fu Jiaming replied truthfully, "The Yan family has been demoted, and Yan Qi probably won't escape either."

"where?"

Having just gotten off the train and rushed over, and without receiving any further news, Fu Jiaming was unable to continue answering.

At this moment, Ma Xiuzhen, who was sitting on the other side of the bed, spoke up, "My eldest brother and his family went to the reclamation farm in the Northeast, my second brother and his family went to the Gur farm in the Northwest, and my uncle and aunt went to where Xiaoqi and his family are."

Zhang Qi, who came to help, told her all of this in secret.

Since arriving at the hospital, he has only returned home once, just to pick up a change of clothes and daily necessities for the father and son. He hasn't had time to inquire about any news.

The ward fell silent again, with only the sounds of the medical equipment audible.

"I can't move."

"what?"

"Doctor! Doctor, come quick!"

……

"Doctor, are you saying that a blunt force trauma left in the skull caused a blood clot that is compressing a nerve, leading to paralysis? Once the blood clot dissipates, will the paralysis be cured?"

"Well, Comrade Fu, theoretically you could say that."

"Then let's have the surgery!"

"Given our current medical environment and outdated equipment, the chances of this craniotomy being successful are very low."

How low?

"Less than 20%." His legs went weak and he would have collapsed to the ground if he hadn't been leaning against the wall. Fu Jiaming lowered his head, his hair covering half of his face.

"Jiaming!"

"Shuangshuang, my old man..."

For such a proud person, having to relieve himself in bed from now on is probably more painful than killing him.

Fu Jiaming gave a bitter smile. How was he supposed to tell them this result?

“Jiaming has a way, there must be a way. If all else fails, we can go to Beijing, the capital city, where there are bigger and better hospitals.”

"Do not."

Suddenly raising his head, Fu Jiaming seemed to have thought of something, and the light in his eyes brightened again. "Let's go!"

"Where?"

"Post office, make a phone call!"

……

Gushi, the First Brigade of Hongqi Commune.

Fu Jiaming, who was frantically searching for her, was with Zhao Panpan while Su Ning was with him. The grandfather and granddaughter had borrowed the study to discuss something.

In the afternoon, Yan Changrong and Zhao Panpan, accompanied by Yan Bei, went to work at the cowshed.

Just then, Mao Qianjin, riding his bicycle and sweating profusely, rushed to the door and knocked urgently.

"Brother Mao? How did you find this place?"

"Fu Jiaming couldn't find you no matter what you were looking for. He remembered that we had the neighborhood committee come to our door, so Sister Tian quickly hung up the phone with me."

Catching his breath, Mao Qianjin casually wiped the sweat from his face. "It sounds like something extremely urgent. Come on, Ningning, I'll take you to my phone."

Luckily, he worked at the Red Flag Commune, and Ningning left a message and address for Sister-in-law Tian before she left, otherwise he would have been completely lost.

The two rushed back to the commune without stopping, which took them an hour or two to make the round trip.

Fu Jiaming, who was waiting on the other end, was probably about to cry.

After returning to his office with his entourage, Mao Qianjin dialed the number he had written down. Hearing the impatient voice on the other end, he quickly handed her the receiver.

"Hey?"

"Suning?!"

"It's me. What happened?"

Subconsciously frowning, Su Ning raised her voice helplessly, "Jiaming, calm down. Are you trying to piece together my fragmented thoughts?"

Hearing him finally stop his incoherent rambling, she continued in a reassuring tone, "No rush, take your time. What did you say happened to Uncle Fu?"

Intracranial hemorrhage compressing nerves?
What are some herbal prescriptions for clearing blood stasis?
Squinting, Su Ning quickly recalled the records in the pharmacopoeia. To avoid biting off more than she could chew, aside from a cursory glance at the pharmacopoeia when she first obtained it, she always learned and mastered each one thoroughly before moving on to the next.

She knows that healing bones and tendons is something she is currently working hard to research and create.

As for resolving blood stasis... she had to carefully read and examine the documents to find out.

"Wait a few minutes, I'll call you back in a bit. I need to think about it carefully."

After hanging up the phone, Su Ning stood up and looked at the person sitting next to her, "Brother Mao, is there a restroom here?"

"Yes, just go out from here and turn right at the end."

"Then I'll go and come back."

Watching her rapidly receding figure, Mao Qianjin scratched the back of his head and silently swallowed the words on the tip of his tongue: "I'd better be mentally prepared for that toilet."

Below is a large latrine that was dug out, and a simple outhouse made of tree bark. Two planks are placed on top of it and can be moved around easily. You can just move them away with your feet before squatting down.

Before I knew it, I'd been squatting for too long and then stood up…

Having arrived outside the outhouse, Su Ning took a deep breath and, despite the overwhelming stench, went inside, locked the door behind her, and slipped into her spatial dimension without a moment's hesitation.

With her face flushed red, she opened her mouth slightly and took a few deep breaths of fresh air before running to the medicine shed behind the courtyard to open the pharmacopoeia.

I read it carefully from beginning to end, but I still couldn't find any prescriptions for removing blood stasis.

His expression darkened slightly, and Su Ning put down the booklet in his hand, leaving the space with a heavy heart.

On my way back to Mao Qianjin's office, I thought about it again and again, and then I had an idea.

"Hello, Jiaming?"

"It's me, Su Ning. So, does the Su family have this secret recipe?"

"I'm sorry, Jiaming doesn't have that. But I was wondering if Uncle Fu should try traditional Chinese medicine?"

Fu Jiaming, still disheartened by her dismissive remark on the other end of the phone, heard her next suggestion, "Traditional Chinese Medicine?"

“Yes, since the success rate of craniotomy is so low, let’s try traditional Chinese medicine treatments passed down from our ancestors. I remember Professor Ge once said that acupuncture can be used for many diseases.”