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Mr. Bai sat down on another chair, looked at the bandage on his eldest son's leg, and asked thoughtfully:

"Did the doctor say how long your injury will require before you can walk again?"

Bai Zhengyuan answered honestly:

"The doctor said that once the wound scabs over in about a week, I can try to walk on it, but to fully heal and not affect my training, it will probably take about half a month."

"Half a month..."

Upon hearing this, Bai's mother immediately began to mutter again:

"Half a month is not a short time. You stay in the hospital obediently and don't move around. If you want to eat anything during this time, just tell Mom, and Mom will cook it at the shop every day and bring it to you. It takes a hundred days to recover from a broken bone. Even though you didn't break any bones, you still need to take good care of yourself!"

Upon hearing this, Bai Zhengyuan was both amused and exasperated, and quickly tried to dissuade him:

"Mom, really, you don't need to! The food in the hospital cafeteria is pretty good. Xin Xin even got me braised pork for lunch. You and Dad have to keep an eye on the shop's business, you're already exhausted from working so hard every day, don't go through all that trouble for me, I'm perfectly healthy!"

Bai's mother glared at him and spat out angrily:

"What's more important to you than watching the shop? Stop talking nonsense and listen to your mother! Tomorrow morning, I'll go to the market and buy a few pounds of fresh pork bones to make you some bone broth. There's no room for discussion!"

Looking at his mother's unwavering and resolute expression, Bai Zhengyuan felt a warm glow in his heart. He had no choice but to back down, shrinking back and laughing:

"Okay, okay, I'll do whatever you say. But Mom, the doctor said my stomach is weak these days, so I need to eat light meals. When you make the soup, please put very little salt in it, and don't add any spicy food."

"I know, you glutton, still being picky about food even while lying in a hospital bed!"

The mother burst into laughter through her tears and poked her eldest son's forehead with her finger.

Mr. Bai sat to the side, watching his wife and son bicker, and a slight smile crept onto his lips. Although he had been worried and fearful the whole way, seeing that his son was in relatively good spirits, he finally felt a huge weight lifted from his heart.

……

On the other side, Qiao Xinxin walked out of the gate of the military general hospital.

It was completely dark outside. The winter wind, carrying a biting chill, howled down my neck.

Qiao Xinxin couldn't help but shrink her neck, pull up the collar of her thick cotton-padded coat, and wrap her red woolen scarf tightly twice, revealing only her bright, sparkling almond-shaped eyes.

She raised her wrist and looked at her watch; it was almost 6:20.

The bathhouse officially opens at 7 p.m., so she has about 40 minutes to spare.

"I need to hurry back, have a hot meal, and change into clean clothes."

As Qiao Xinxin made her plans, her pace quickened. The streetlights in Beijing were already on in winter, their orange glow appearing somewhat hazy in the cold fog. She jogged along, stepping on the dry fallen leaves, hurrying towards the residential compound.

When she rushed back to the Bai family's courtyard, the house was dark, and her parents obviously hadn't returned from the hospital yet.

Qiao Xinxin pushed open the wooden door to the kitchen and immediately smelled the unique aroma of millet porridge.

On the stove, a large iron pot was keeping a bowl of golden, sticky millet porridge warm, while two plump white steamed buns sat in the steamer next to it.

On the cutting board next to the stove, a slightly yellowed piece of paper was weighed down by a white porcelain salt jar.

Qiao Xinxin walked over, picked up the note, and read it. It was written in Bai's mother's somewhat messy but concerned handwriting:

"Xinxin, the porridge is warm in the pot, and the steamed buns are still hot on the steamer. Remember to eat when you get back, and don't go to work on an empty stomach. —Mom"

Upon seeing these words, Qiao Xinxin felt a surge of warmth well up inside her, which also dissipated much of her fatigue and chill.

She smiled sweetly, pursed her lips, and carefully folded the note and put it in her pocket.

She brought out the bowl of warm millet porridge. The porridge was cooked thoroughly, with a thick layer of rice oil floating on top. She used chopsticks to break the large white steamed bun in half, spread some of the crisp and salty pickled vegetables that her mother had made herself, and ate it in big mouthfuls.

The millet porridge was smooth and slightly sweet. Paired with salty and crisp pickles and a hearty steamed bun, Qiao Xinxin felt warm and energized after eating.

After finishing her meal, she quickly washed the dishes and put them back in the cupboard.

Then, she quickly returned to her small bedroom.

She took off her old cotton-padded jacket, which smelled of hospital medicine, and pulled out a clean, thick, bright red turtleneck sweater from the closet. She then put on a navy blue woolen coat over it.

She stood in front of the mirror and loosened her slightly disheveled hair. Her long, thick, jet-black hair cascaded down like a waterfall, making her small, delicate face appear even whiter and more exquisite. She carefully combed it smooth with a wooden comb, then tied it into a neat, high ponytail, revealing her smooth, full forehead and a pair of almond-shaped eyes that curved when she smiled.

After getting ready, Qiao Xinxin took a deep breath, picked up her handbag and keys, locked the door, and walked quickly towards the bathhouse.

Come to think of it, since she transmigrated here, she has never really made good use of that space.

Previously, she mainly used it to store the treasures she had looted from the Qiao family. The spiritual spring was the one she used most frequently; she drank from it every day to improve her constitution and maintain her figure. Now, her skin is fair and rosy, and her figure is becoming increasingly slender, all thanks to the spiritual spring.

Later, she opened the Bai Family Restaurant. To save costs, she started growing vegetables in the garden in her space to supply the restaurant. At that time, she felt that this was already very good. She didn't have to spend money to buy vegetables, saving a lot of money. Moreover, the vegetables grown in her space were of better quality and tasted sweeter than those bought outside.

But what she saw at the operating room door today was like a heavy hammer blow, jolting her awake.

Bai Zhengyuan lay on the operating table, bleeding profusely. The doctors were helpless. At that moment, she had only one thought in her mind: to save him!

Fortunately, she had prepared the hemostatic powder in advance. She had mixed the powder with blood-clotting grass and green spirit vine in her spatial dimension, grinding, mixing, and bottling it herself according to the method in "Ancient Prescriptions, New Formulations". That bottle of powder saved Bai Zhengyuan's life, but there was only one bottle, and once it was used up, there would be none left.

The field in the space is still used to grow vegetables for the store, and she picks a batch every day and delivers it to the store.

However, what she needs now is medicine, not vegetables.

Although the vegetables are good, there are significant differences in nutrition and taste between ordinary vegetables irrigated with spiritual spring water and those grown on ordinary land, but spiritual spring water can achieve similar effects.

She recently discovered an even simpler method.

If you replace ordinary water with spiritual spring water and ordinary oil with lard rendered with spiritual spring water when cooking, the taste of the dishes will be improved by several levels.