"Thank you, Doctor Wang, you've been a great help," Jiang Changhe sighed in relief and respectfully escorted the doctor out.
Zhao Xiaojuan forced the freshly brewed ginger sugar water down Zhaodi, then remained by the bedside.
Seeing color return to her face and sweat beginning to form, her heart, which had been in her throat, finally settled.
*
Meanwhile, Jiang Mianmian and her mother had also emerged from the Supply and Marketing Cooperative, carrying large and small bags.
Jiang Mianmian, clutching her deflating stomach, looked up at her mother, "Mom, when will Dad and the others be back? I'm hungry."
Su Wanyu, also holding her stomach, replied, "I'm hungry too, why don't we grab something to fill our bellies first?"
"Sure."
Jiang Mianmian naturally had no objections, but after walking only a short distance, she saw Jiang Changhai returning.
"Dad," Mianmian waved happily at her father.
