Traveling through the 1970s: The young wife loves to make trouble

Chapter 295 I can't drag her into this.

That's right, Wei Jingyuan has been the one bringing food the last few times, but how did Han Ying know? Tao Qiuyi glanced at Wei Jingyuan. How did Han Ying find out about this guy?

Wei Jingyuan raised his hand and touched his nose. He had been careless; Han Ying had seen him the first time he came to deliver food.

Fortunately, Han Ying was very obedient. He told her it was a secret between the two of them and couldn't be told to a third person. Unexpectedly, the little guy kept his word and really didn't tell anyone.

Han Ying looked at her grandmother and obediently replied, "I saw it."

"When did you see it?" Grandma Chen asked, gently patting Han Ying's shoulder. "You child, you saw it but didn't tell us adults."

She always thought it was Tao Qiuyi who sent it.

She even worried about Tao Qiuyi, fearing that her husband would be unhappy because she had helped them. After all, at that time, no family had much food, and meat was even more scarce.

Every time Tao Qiuyi brought something, it was either meat dishes, meat soup, or even meat buns.

Who would have thought that the next few times it was her husband, Dr. Wei, who brought them?

"Big brother said this is a secret between the two of us men, and we can't tell a third person." After saying that, Han Ying looked at Wei Jingyuan, eagerly seeking his confirmation.

“That’s right, I did say that.” Wei Jingyuan gave Han Ying a thumbs up, then turned to Grandpa Tao and said, “Grandpa, let me take your pulse first.”

Qiuqiu hasn't called Grandpa Tao "Grandpa" yet, so he can't call him "Grandpa" before Qiuqiu.

Wei Jingyuan changed the subject, and Grandma Chen, not wanting to say anything more about Han Ying, had no choice but to let it go. From then on, Wei Jingyuan became a model husband in Grandma Chen's heart.

The only light in the bamboo house was in the hands of little Han Ying, who dutifully kept it shining.

"No need, no need, I'm really fine," Grandpa Tao waved his hands repeatedly, saying he was alright.

"This old man is really stubborn," Tao Qiuyi frowned. "I've already brought him here. If you don't let him see you, then we've both risked our lives for nothing tonight."

"I..." Grandpa Tao wanted to say something, but Tao Qiuyi didn't give him a chance and grabbed his withered wrist. "Wei Jingyuan, hurry up, don't waste time."

This little woman always has a way of dealing with stubborn old people. Wei Jingyuan raised his lips and reached out to take Grandpa Tao's pulse.

Grandpa Tao knew his own limitations; his granddaughter was strong, and he couldn't break free unless she let go. He sighed and could only let Wei Jingyuan take his pulse.

Han Ying had a keen eye and focused the flashlight beam on Grandpa Tao's wrist.

After quickly taking his pulse, Wei Jingyuan withdrew his hand and looked at Grandpa Tao, saying, "Let me take another look at the injury on your leg."

"I..." Grandpa Tao was about to say that he was not injured.

“We won’t believe anything you say now.” Tao Qiuyi interrupted Grandpa Tao’s words with a calm voice. “He’s a doctor. How could he not know whether you’re injured or not?”

"Besides, there's such a strong smell of blood in the room, you can't hide it no matter what you try."

These words silenced Grandpa Tao, and Tao Qiuyi looked at Han Ying. Han Ying immediately understood her meaning and handed the flashlight to her grandmother.

Han Ying walked over and lifted Grandpa Tao's blanket. She said to Wei Jingyuan, "Big brother, please save Grandpa Tao. His leg is badly injured."

“It’s all my fault. Grandpa Tao was injured by those people because of me.”

The blanket was pulled back, and a strong smell of blood wafted out. "Han Ying," Grandpa Tao called out, stopping him from continuing.

Han Ying pouted, glanced at Grandpa Tao guiltily, then lowered her head and obediently stopped talking.

Having anticipated that Grandpa Tao's injury was serious, Tao Qiuyi didn't go to see his injured leg. She looked at Han Ying, then at Grandpa Tao, and then gave a meaningful smile.

Grandma Chen shone her flashlight and took in the expression on Tao Qiuyi's face. For some reason, she felt that this girl was not simple.

After glancing at Grandpa Tao's legs, Wei Jingyuan turned to Tao Qiuyi and said, "You and Grandma Chen can go out first."

When Grandpa Tao was brought back, Grandma Chen saw his bloodied calves. She said, "Just let the little girl go out. Hanying will help you, and I'll keep things lit."

Tao Qiuyi didn't insist on staying and nodded as she left. Although Wei Jingyuan's expression didn't reveal anything, Tao Qiuyi knew that her grandfather's leg injury must be quite serious.

Anyway, she can ask Wei Jingyuan later; she's not in a hurry.

Seeing Tao Qiuyi leave, Grandpa Tao secretly breathed a sigh of relief. He said to Wei Jingyuan, "Dr. Wei, if she asks about my leg injury later, please don't tell her."

"She brought me here to treat your injuries because she cares about you," Wei Jingyuan said naturally, speaking up for his wife.

Grandpa Tao sighed and said, "I know she cares about me, otherwise she wouldn't bring us food so often. But my identity... I can't implicate her."

Grandpa Tao felt indebted to his granddaughter, having never raised her for a single day, yet now he had to shamelessly accept her help.

He took a small bamboo tube from the cloth bag hanging at his side, uncorked it, and poured out a pill. Wei Jingyuan handed it to Han Ying, "Give this to the old man."

"Okay." Han Ying took the pill and brought it to Grandpa Tao's lips. "Grandpa Tao, your older brother wants you to take the pill."

"Okay." Grandpa Tao was already numb from the pain, and he opened his mouth to eat the pill that Han Ying fed him. "Thank you, Han Ying."

Han Ying shook her head and didn't say anything.

Wei Jingyuan looked around the room before his gaze settled on the stone table. Turning to Grandpa Tao, he said, "Grandpa, moving you now will definitely aggravate your leg injury..."

"It's alright, Dr. Wei, just keep moving it," Grandpa Tao interrupted Wei Jingyuan.

“Alright.” Wei Jingyuan finished what he hadn’t said before, “Please bear with it, I’ll help you sit on the stone table first.”

With Grandpa Tao's consent, Wei Jingyuan bent down and carried him to the stone table. Han Ying and Grandma Chen followed, and Wei Jingyuan had Han Ying help Grandpa Tao.

Then I asked Grandma Chen if she had any hot water. Grandma Chen took a flashlight and went back to the bedside, taking out a thermos from under the bed.

Wei Jingyuan took two bamboo tubes out of the cloth bag and placed them on the stone bench next to the stone table.

"Dr. Wei, I can tell you're a good person. Please, please don't tell her about my leg injury, I beg you." Grandpa Tao brought up the old matter again.

Wei Jingyuan's eyes flickered, but he still nodded. He thought to himself, "She can hear what you're saying, no need for me to say it."

After leaving the bamboo hut, Tao Qiuyi didn't leave; she stood at the doorway. The increasingly strong smell of blood in the air, and the sounds of conversation from inside the hut, filled her with a bittersweet feeling.

Inside the bamboo house, Grandpa Tao said, "I've never raised her for a single day, yet she not only didn't blame me, but she was also willing to care about me. It's clear she's a kind-hearted child, and it's precisely because of her kindness that I can't burden her any further."

“Dr. Wei, having a grandfather like me won’t be a help to her, it will only be a burden.”