If you don't consummate the marriage for three years and then marry a successful educated youth

As she spoke, she got up and was about to run into the river when someone stopped her, looking at her with eyes full of sympathy: "Bean's mother, don't be impulsive, the child is already gone, try to think positively."

"Sigh, let's just have another one later."

"Yes, if you go with her, what will happen to your daughter? That stepmother won't treat her well."

Bean's mother was filled with despair and screamed in despair.

Seeing the child's expression, Wen Yao disregarded everything else and hurriedly walked over, kneeling directly beside the child. Her knees were on the river stones, and she gritted her teeth to endure the waves of pain.

"Baozhu, quickly make them disperse and give the child more air. Don't block the airway. This child can still be saved."

"quick!!"

Jiang Baozhu was startled, and after regaining her senses, she shouted at the top of her lungs, "Move aside, don't all crowd around here. Can't you see the baby isn't breathing? Everyone move away!"

A commotion arose in the crowd: "What? This Wen educated youth said she can save him? How is that possible? The barefoot doctor said he was dead and they had to make arrangements for his funeral. How could this young girl possibly save him?"

"Exactly, it's a waste of effort."

As if grasping at a straw, Douzi's mother grabbed Wen Yao's arm tightly, her nails digging into Wen Yao's flesh without her noticing: "Girl, are you serious? Is there any way to save my child?"

Wen Yao's expression turned cold: "If you delay any longer, this child will die completely. Quickly make them all move aside, at least five steps away."

"Okay, I'll take care of it right away."

Looking around, she said sharply, "Make way, all of you, make way!"

Jiang Baozhu and another girl were also pulling people out. After they were out, Wen Yao placed her hands on the child's abdomen and pressed rhythmically.

The voice was calm: "Ma'am, now open the child's mouth, take a deep breath and blow into it. He's oxygen-deprived right now. If you can blow it in, there's a chance the child can be saved."

Douzi's mother had long lost her mind; she would do whatever she was told, and she couldn't give up even if there was only the slightest hope.

One person was pressing down on the baby's chest, while another kept blowing air into the baby's mouth. A middle-aged man standing nearby, a barefoot doctor, scoffed at the sight, "It's useless. The baby's already dead and can't be saved."

"Young lady, you'd better not waste your energy."

Wen Yao pretended not to hear, not having time to listen to those useless words. Her hands kept moving, and she was expending a lot of energy. Beads of sweat rolled down her forehead, and her knees were sore from being rubbed by the stones that they were probably raw.

I can feel that my knees are a little wet.

As everyone watched, chattering and saying that the child couldn't be saved, the child suddenly coughed, turned his head, spat out a mouthful of water, and continued coughing.

Her complexion gradually returned to a rosy hue from its pale color. Wen Yao urged, "Sister, pry open the child's mouth and take out the filth stuff stuffing in it. Hurry up."

When Douzi's mother saw her son coughing, her eyes lit up. She quickly followed her mother's instructions and cleaned the filth out of her son's mouth, watching as her son's complexion gradually became rosy.

Tears streamed down her face. She didn't dare to hold the child until the girl spoke.

Little Bean opened his eyes and weakly cried out, "Mother, I'm scared."

When Wen Yao saw that the child could speak and recognize his mother, and that there was no blank stare caused by lack of oxygen to the brain, she breathed a long sigh of relief and collapsed to the ground as if all her strength had been drained.

"Sister, the child is better now. You can take him home. Remember to boil some mugwort and give the child a bath to get rid of the cold and prevent him from catching a cold or fever."

Overjoyed, Douzi's mother burst into tears, quickly embracing the child in her arms. She bent over, her voice trembling, and said, "Thank you, young lady. You saved my whole family's lives. I will definitely come to thank you in person another day."

"Then I'll take the child home first. This child is weak, and I'm worried he might get a fever. Thank you so much."

Wen Yao nodded, her knees aching so badly that her vision blurred and she didn't have the strength to speak.

After Douzi's mother left with the child, the way people looked at Wen Yao changed. There was shock, surprise, and admiration. It was truly remarkable that someone who had stopped breathing had been brought back to life.

The barefoot doctor's expression changed, a hint of wariness flashing in his eyes: "Young lady, are you a doctor too?"

The opportunity has arrived; the opportunity she has been waiting for has arrived.

He steadied himself and stood up, saying gently, "Yes, my grandfather's family has been doctors for generations. I learned a little bit from them, but it's nothing."

"Fine hair, how can you say you're just a novice who brought a dead child back to life? It's a waste for someone like you to go to work in the fields. Why don't you come and work for me?"

Wen Yao could sense the faint malice in his eyes as he scrutinized her. Of course, she couldn't go to a strange man's house and work for him; she would do it herself.

She smiled and politely declined, saying, "Thank you, Uncle, but I still think it's good for me to do farm work for now. We'll talk about the future later."

"Baozhu, Xiaoqin, let's go back."

Seeing that she was walking a little unnaturally, Jiang Baozhu reached out to help her: "Are you alright? Are you feeling unwell somewhere?"

Xiaoqin noticed something and exclaimed, "Baozhu, look! Wen Zhiqing's knees are covered in blood!"

The others looked over as well.

"It's nothing. I was kneeling on pebbles just now, and I probably got a scrape. I'll put some medicine on it when I get back, and it'll be fine. Don't worry about it."

Jiang Baozhu looked around at the people, both men and women. It seemed a bit inappropriate to have her future sister-in-law roll up her pants to look at her knees. She decided to leave first and find a secluded place to have her apply the medicine.

"Okay, Sister Wen, let's go."

"Okay, let's go."

The three left quickly, and the crowd dispersed and went back. The news that Wen Yao had saved a child who had stopped breathing spread quickly, and Wen Yao's name became known to more people.

Jiang Baozhu and the other two returned to the tree, squatted down, rolled up her pants, and looked at her somewhat bloody and mangled knee. Just looking at it made her feel pain.

"Sister Wen, your wound looks scary. How should I treat it? It's hot, so I don't want it to get infected and fester."

"Okay, I'll take care of it when I get home, it'll be fine."

"How are you going to get back like this? I'll carry you on my back."

Wen Yao hesitated. She was much taller than Baozhu, so carrying her on her back might be difficult.

Jiang Baozhu ran to tell her parents, then came back and patted herself on the back, saying very righteously, "Sister Wen, come on up. I may be a little short, but I'm strong."

"Come on, you need to get your wound treated quickly, or it will get infected."

"Okay, thank you for your hard work, Baozhu."

"Oh, what's so hard about it? I'm so proud of you, hehe. Future sister-in-law, you're amazing! Just a few presses and Little Bean came back to life. It's like bringing a dead person back to life."

"Then can I learn from you in the future? I don't need to be very good, just know some common sense."

Wen Yao readily agreed: "Okay, I'll teach you."

The two returned to the educated youth compound. Wen Yao took out medicine from the mahogany box and washed the wound with wine. Her face turned pale from the pain, but she gritted her teeth and endured it.

Jiang Baozhu frowned, feeling extremely distressed.

"It looks so painful. What else do we need to do after the alcohol treatment?"

"Sprinkle the powder from that white bottle on it, and it will be better soon."