“Uh, Old Su, Old Qiao…”

Cai Qingwen rubbed his hands nervously, looking embarrassed.

He dared not look at Su Huaiyuan and Qiao Jiuru and hesitated.

“Grandpa Su, Grandma Qiao, it’s me who asked Grandpa Cai to bring me here. I heard that Grandma Zhou’s illness got better after taking the medicine you gave her, so I wanted to ask you to give my grandfather some medicine…”

The young boy behind him looked at Su Huaiyuan and Qiao Jiuru with pleading eyes, and as he spoke, tears started to fall.

The boy looked scared, fearful, and anxious.

His body was frail, and his clothes were large and patched.

His cotton shoes were so worn out that their color was unrecognizable, and his feet had several holes in them, with toes sticking out.

“Old Su, Old Qiao, this is Old Feng’s grandson, Feng Zilu. The two of them rely on each other. If Old Feng passes away, what will Zilu do? He will have no one to depend on. How will he live in the future?”

At this moment, Cai Qingwen also spoke up for the Feng family, as he had no other way to help them.

His only option was probably to bring them here to find a way out.

“Dad, Mom…”

When Su Ze saw Feng Zilu in this state, he was already moved with compassion and couldn’t help but look toward his parents.

Zhou Wanwan also had the same expression, feeling deeply distressed for the child. He was so pitiful.

Su Huaiyuan looked at his wife, indicating that she should handle the situation and make the decision, as he had no objections.

“Zilu, Grandma Qiao only has stomach medicine from the capital’s hospital. I’ll give you a bottle to take back for your grandfather. How does that sound?”

Qiao Jiuru didn’t plan to take out any medicine from her space pharmacy for now, but among the medicines that Zhang Hong had previously given them, there was stomach medicine, which could be given to Old Feng first.

“Thank you, Grandma Qiao, thank you, Uncle Su, thank you, Aunt Su.”

Feng Zilu, upon hearing that Grandma Qiao was willing to give him medicine, bowed repeatedly to thank the Su family, joyfully wiping away his tears.

This was great—his grandfather’s illness had hope now.

“Old Qiao, Old Su, thank you both.”

Cai Qingwen, standing aside, was also extremely grateful to Qiao Jiuru and Su Huaiyuan.

He felt terribly sorry for bringing them trouble.

“As long as we can help, we will,” Qiao Jiuru said. Even though she had lived through a second life, she could still empathize.

That feeling of helplessness, that fear and anxiety, she had once felt just like Feng Zilu did now. She had hoped someone would lend a hand, but back then, everyone was struggling.

They could barely feed and clothe themselves, let alone have any medicine.

You could survive on little food and poor clothing, but illness meant the end.

“Child, wait here. Grandma Qiao will get you the medicine.”

As she spoke, Qiao Jiuru turned to open a box on the kang.

In a while, she returned with a bottle of medicine and a small cloth bag.

“This is stomach medicine. Take it three times a day. The instructions are written on it. Take the medicine half an hour after a meal. Take it for seven days and see how it goes. Also, let your grandfather eat smaller, more frequent meals. For example, at 10 a.m., give him a coarse grain cake, and around 3 p.m., give him some wild vegetable cake. Just feed him whatever you can find.”

Qiao Jiuru passed on all the medical advice she knew to Feng Zilu and placed the bottle of medicine and small cloth bag into his hands.

“Grandma Qiao, I will remember it,” Feng Zilu said, his eyes red and filled with tears.

He nodded repeatedly, promising to follow Grandma Qiao’s advice and make sure his grandfather did the same.

“Don’t worry, your grandfather will get better.”

Su Huaiyuan patted the boy’s head, comforting him while also feeling thankful that they had prepared in advance and had a mysterious space.

Otherwise, as his wife had mentioned, things would have been as bad as they were in their previous life.

Feng Zilu bowed to the Su family one last time before leaving. He was eager to get back and give the medicine to his grandfather.

Cai Qingwen, who had brought him here, naturally followed him back.

He couldn’t leave the grandfather and grandson alone.

Su Huaiyuan and Qiao Jiuru exchanged a glance before personally escorting them out. After walking a short distance, they turned and headed back home.

“Zilu, the millet that Grandma Qiao gave you—make sure to cook it for your grandfather every day. Don’t skimp on the brown sugar, and make sure he eats one egg a day. Once he finishes the medicine, we’ll figure out a way to help you.”

Earlier, Old Su had hinted that he would send some food to the Feng family, telling him not to let the child skimp on anything.

Cai Qingwen knew that the Su couple had a plan. Ever since they arrived, the helplessness and confusion that had weighed heavily on his heart had lifted by half.

Now he had someone to rely on. It was truly a relief.

“Grandpa Cai, thank you.”

Feng Zilu looked ahead with shining eyes and said earnestly. He could feel the weight of the things in his arms.

Before they even reached the cow shed, they saw a few people standing outside, including Zhou Meihua and others who lived here.

“They’re back.”