Reborn in the 80s: The Smart Wife with a Secret Space Chapter 425

Ge Yumei wouldn’t have worried if she hadn’t asked, but as soon as she did, Chu Zhenhua’s tears flowed as if they were free: "Zhenhua, don’t cry, tell Auntie what’s going on?"

Chu Zhenhua just hugged her second aunt like that, and it took a long time for her to stop crying: "Auntie, their minds are truly malicious."

Ge Yumei just noticed her niece’s leg: "My goodness, Zhenhua, what’s going on here, didn’t they say you just bumped it? Why does your leg look like this?"

Chu Zhenhua sniffled: "Auntie, can you close the door? I have something to tell you."

Ge Yumei got up to the door, looked out, and seeing there wasn’t anyone in the hallway, she closed the door and said with concern: "Go on, no matter what happens, your uncle and aunt are here for you."

Chu Zhenhua finally spoke: "There’s been word going around in the troupe that for the National Day art performance, the general political department will come to select people, but the spots are limited. I also want this opportunity myself.

A few days ago, after returning from a rural performance, I was eager to practice. After eating at the cafeteria, I rushed back to the rehearsal room. But just as I reached the steps, I fell. At the time, I didn’t think much of it, assuming I was clumsy. But now that I think about it, someone might have tripped me."

Ge Yumei looked at her niece, knowing this wasn’t the main point: "Get to the point, I’m getting anxious here."

Chu Zhenhua leaned in her second aunt’s arms and softly recounted everything that happened today: "Auntie, even the doctors said they’ve never seen symptoms like mine. They just gave me some anti-inflammatory ointment, but it’s making it worse the more I apply it."

This made Ge Yumei a bit anxious as well: "Did Han Chaoyang’s cousin say when she could make the ointment?"

Chu Zhenhua raised her head: "Auntie, don’t you trust her?"

Ge Yumei replied indifferently: "You said her cousin hasn’t systematically studied medicine and only relies on a few prescriptions from her master to make medicine. What if it gets worse?

It’d be better to let your uncle find a brilliant traditional medicine doctor to examine you. This way, we can feel more at ease. This is no trivial matter, don’t you think?"

For some reason, Chu Zhenhua just believed Han Xinyan had the capability: "Auntie, I know you’re doing it for my own good. How about this: would it be okay if we let the medical expert review Han Chaoxu’s cousin’s ointment to see if it suits the symptoms?"

Ge Yumei thought her niece didn’t want to offend her future sister-in-law from the same clan: "Alright, let her bring the ointment over, and I’ll have your uncle send someone to pick it up. After all, this isn’t a trivial matter, we should be cautious."

Chu Zhenhua knew her second aunt was looking out for her: "I understand, Auntie, and I’m sorry for the trouble."

Ge Yumei tapped her niece on the forehead: "What are you talking about? Your parents aren’t around, so your uncle and I naturally need to look out for you more. Besides, I see you as my daughter, and how could taking care of our own child be a bother?"

Ge Yumei didn’t stay here much longer, thinking about having her husband investigate those people soon. Her little niece shouldn’t suffer in silence. If it turns out that they did harm her, then they must give an explanation to the arts troupe.

*

Xinyan and He Jinxuan got back home to find Han Jingchen watering the two plants he dug up from the mountain yesterday. Seeing them return, he said: "You’re back?"

Xinyan walked over: "I almost forgot about these two plants."

Han Jingchen looked at the plants and said: "If your mom comes back and sees them, she’ll probably like them a lot."

Xinyan imagined the scene: "As long as she likes them, that’s good."

Thinking about needing to prepare medicine for Chu Zhenhua, she said: "Dad, can you help me get a set of tools for making traditional medicine?"

Earlier in the morning, Xinyan had briefly mentioned it to Han Jingchen, who hadn’t expected his daughter to really want to make medicine: "Yanyan, I can help you get the tools, but you must understand that making medicine isn’t a game."

Xinyan nodded and said: "Dad, I know. I saw the situation with Second Brother’s friend. I must finish making the ointment as soon as possible, or else the infection on her leg will keep spreading, making it harder to treat."

Since his daughter insisted, Han Jingchen could only support her: "Alright, I’ll have someone take care of it right away."