Transmigration: Getting Rich with My Space and Supplies-Chapter 102 - 100 Madam Rong’s Adrenaline Soars

Rong Yan didn’t look back as she responded, "Why wouldn’t I be in a hurry? Don’t worry, my medical skills are truly quite good."

Mr. Rong: ...

Although I was a dying man,

I felt that, as long as I could live another day, I should try to live it.

Daughter, there’s really no need for you to rush sending your dad to the Western Paradise.

Wife, if you don’t come back soon, you might miss seeing me for the last time.

Unfortunately, Madam Rong truly didn’t hear the urgent call in his heart.

At that moment, she was busy trying to get some information.

From the mouth of the young boy, she had gotten a rough idea of what her unseen son-in-law was like.

What kind of household he came from as well.

This made her even more worried.

Still so poor... With her delicate daughter, what to do? She couldn’t afford to support her!

Qin Yu noticed his aunt’s expression and, feeling incredibly uneasy inside, decided to speak his mind.

"... Auntie, I’ll be thirteen after the new year, and I’m very strong. I won’t be idle at home. I can earn seven work points, and, in another year, I can earn ten like my older brother. I promise I won’t let my sister-in-law go hungry..."

He wasn’t a burden.

But, he didn’t say this out loud.

Initially weighed down with worry, Madam Rong was moved by his words.

She had seen sensible children before, but never one quite so sensible.

She quickly said, "Nonsense, you’re so young, how could you do so much work? You need to study well and become a successful person in the future."

Qin Yu was surprised; he hadn’t expected his aunt to tell him to focus on studying.

Under normal circumstances, wouldn’t they consider him superfluous?

"Alright, you’re still a child. It’s not your job to worry about earning money; at your age, you should be focusing on your studies." Forget it, with such a sensible younger brother, his older brother’s character can’t be all that bad.

Besides, the marriage had already taken place; they couldn’t possibly make their daughter go through a divorce.

Madam Rong wasn’t one to dwell on problems. After thinking it over, her troubled heart cleared up.

"Auntie, you’re a good person, and so is my sister-in-law." Qin Yu had never encountered such good people before, and he almost couldn’t believe it.

Madam Rong was amused by his solemn expression.

"You’re not too bad yourself."

Although that bratty daughter was a handful, it seemed she had chosen her partner well.

Rong Yan had no idea that Qin Yu had so easily won over her mother.

She was now holding the sterilized silver needles, ready to stabilize her father’s condition first.

Mr. Rong: ...

Daughter, are you serious?

He truly felt that he could live a few more days.

But if she inserted the needle...

"Yan, how about calling your mother over first before you start?"

That way, he could at least see his wife one last time.

"No need, I’ll take care of you first."

What she didn’t say was that if she pulled this move, her mother would definitely not agree.

So... sorry, but she had to strike first.

"Right, take the medicine first."

She pulled out a sprig of herbs from her pocket.

Mr. Rong: ...?

This herb—what in the world is it?

Was he to suffer this before dying?

Mr. Rong felt that he could still be saved, "... Yan, I suddenly feel much better... how about we wait until tomorrow?"

Rong Yan was firm, "No, you take it; trust me, I’ll make sure you see tomorrow’s sun."

Mr. Rong: ...

He was deeply troubled.

Originally, he was going to see it, but now, it was uncertain.

His will? He seemed to have forgotten to write one.

Without giving him much chance to think, the herb was forcefully stuffed into his mouth.

A bitter taste spread— he was unsure whether to swallow it or not.

"Wife, goodbye, remember to visit the grave tomorrow, make sure to burn plenty of paper money."

With eyes closed, he resignedly chewed a few times, and swallowed down to his belly...

What he didn’t notice was that after he swallowed the herbs, a warm feeling suddenly emerged in his stomach.

Rong Yan watched him like that, her lips curving into a smile.

He was truly just like her own father, no matter what she wanted to do, even though he might find it disagreeable, he would still support her.

She composed all her emotions and wasted no more time.

Throwing off the blanket, removing the white undergarment... she began to insert the needles...

Over here, Madam Rong quickly made the noodles and served a bowl for Qin Yu, "Come, let’s eat in the main room."

Qin Yu immediately said, "Auntie, it’s very hot, my skin is thick, let me carry it."

Madam Rong was extremely charmed by his sensible behavior.

"Ah, why are you such a darling? Don’t fight me on this, let your auntie do it."

Having a child carry hot items – would she still be human?

She could never do such a thing.

Qin Yu felt an unfamiliar warmth in his heart.

Anyway, it was nice.

He followed her to the main room.

"Come on, Yu, eat here, I’ll go call... your sister-in-law." Fine, her daughter was married and belonged to someone else now.

Qin Yu stood without sitting, "Auntie, I’ll go check on Uncle with you!"

He had arrived and hadn’t seen him yet.

Madam Rong: ...

Why shouldn’t they meet? Because she was afraid that her husband, once he finds out that his daughter really got married and even brought back a young brother-in-law, wouldn’t wait until tomorrow – he might just have a stroke and close his eyes tonight.

She thought this way, but out loud she said, "No need to rush, you eat first; your uncle might not be able to see two people... It won’t be too late to see him tomorrow."

This would give her some buffer time.

She could slowly explain to her husband at night.

Hearing this, Qin Yu obediently nodded, "Okay."

Madam Rong was very fond of this sensible young man, "Hurry up and eat, or the noodles will go soggy and lose their taste."

She urged him a bit and, seeing that Qin Yu sat down and started to use his chopsticks, she felt reassured and headed towards her own room...

When she entered the room and saw the scene on the bed, she almost had her blood pressure skyrocket.

"...What are you doing?"

"Mom, I’m giving Dad some acupuncture to stabilize his condition..."

Madam Rong: ...

Her whole being felt faint.

Was this meant to be the death of her?

Where was her broom?

This damned girl... was she tired of her dad living too long?

Rong Yan immediately sensed her mother’s lethal glare and hurriedly explained, "Mom, relax, it’s fine, I’m telling you, I learned medicine, and I’m pretty good at it..."

"We don’t have any family wealth." So no need to rush to send her and her husband to their graves.

There’s no fortune to inherit after their death.

Rong Yan: ...

"Mom, don’t be a nonbeliever, just wait, and you’ll see, I’m a medical genius."

Madam Rong: ...

I believe you my foot.

Don’t I know your weight?

But it was true she dared not approach now.

Her husband was covered in needles, what if she were to knock one out of place?

They’d need to arrange a funeral feast tomorrow.

Oh my, God, she shouldn’t have sent that telegram calling her back.

If something happens and others find out her daughter was the cause of her husband’s passing, what would happen to their reputation?

Old man, I’m sorry.

Once we’re underground, don’t look for your daughter, just come to me.

Your daughter... she’s still just a child.