Quick Transmigration: Don't Let That Cannon Fodder Go

Chapter 323 The Second Daughter in the Historical Fiction 18

Song Qin stopped them: "Don't go yet, don't go yet, I'll go inside and get some money for you."

"No need, I have money on me."

"Keep your money for yourself, Mother is going to get the money now." Song Qin hurriedly went back into the room.

Song Xianyin was so feverish that she was losing her senses, and Fu Ci could feel that Song Xianyin's temperature was getting higher and higher.

It's already past midnight, the sky is dark, and the night is chilly. The croaking of frogs sounds a bit eerie.

Fu Ci walked step by step along the ridge of the field. They had to walk a long way first, and then the man would take them to the county.

Song Xianyin felt a little cold. When she opened her eyes, it was pitch black, and she was so frightened that she immediately closed her eyes again.

What if child thieves come? Won't she and her older brother be stolen?

"Big brother..."

Fu Ci frowned; her speech was mumbled and he couldn't understand her at all.

"Speak with your tongue straight."

Song Xianyin: ...

She was already sick, yet her older brother was still so mean to her.

"The most touching thing was that one night I had a high fever and it was pouring rain. My older brother braved the rain and carried me to the hospital..."

Song Xianyin continued rambling on.

Fu Ci fell completely silent after hearing this. It seemed his mind was truly muddled, and he was starting to ramble on.

Song Xianyin's voice was so hoarse that she could no longer speak.

"It was thundering at the time, and the thunder was really loud. I felt like my older brother and I were going to be struck by lightning and killed. My older brother carried me to take shelter under a big tree from the rain, cough cough..."

Fu Ci remained silent.

"Because it was raining, the ground was very slippery. My older brother was carrying me and I fell down. It hurt a lot, and he even cried. I am very grateful to him."

"This is the most touching thing for me."

After listening, Fu Ci wondered how her Chinese grades could be so bad. With such a rich imagination, she should have plenty to write about in her compositions.

"Big brother," Song Xianyin called to him.

Fu Ci remained silent and continued on his way.

“My older brother is mute, but he's very good to me. One night I had a fever, and it was raining, but my older brother still…”

“Weren’t you feeling dizzy? How come you’re so clear-headed now?” Fu Ci interrupted her.

She should stay unconscious; she'll be annoyed once she's sober.

Song Xianyin said softly, "Big brother, I was just writing an essay."

Fu Ci:......

Song Xianyin still felt a headache, and it hurt even more when the wind blew.

A few days ago, an older woman secretly told her that her fate was very bad, no wonder her mother was so angry.

Her parents didn't like her much to begin with, and they found her annoying. Now that the master says she has bad luck, they'll definitely be even more annoyed with her.

Song Xianyin felt a little unhappy when she thought about this; no wonder she had such bad luck.

Song Xianyin didn't know how many times she fell asleep along the way, but every time she woke up, she was still on the road.

She thought to herself in a daze, "I didn't expect my older brother to be so good to me. I'll never steal his meat again."

While fast asleep, Song Xianyin felt as if she were on a tractor, and she heard Fu Ci talking to that person.

These people are migrant workers temporarily residing in the countryside. They have to drive to the county to continue working as soon as it gets light. In order to earn more money, they often pick up other people.

Fu Ci and Song Xianyin sat in the back. He covered Song Xianyin's head with his clothes before closing his eyes wearily.

He was covered in sweat on his forehead and body, and he leaned back, breathing softly.

Living in the village is really inconvenient in every way.

The sky was beginning to brighten, taking on a pale grayish-blue hue. The air carried a faint smell of damp earth and tractor oil, with a few scattered barks from dogs.

Fu Ci had never been to the hospital before, and he didn't know what the hospital's procedures were like, so he could only ask one by one.

People in the hospital looked at them with curiosity. Putting aside the fact that the two were wearing faded white clothes, it was indeed quite interesting that one child was carrying another child to the hospital.

"Where are your parents?" the person registering him asked.

Fu Ci, with his back to Song Xianyin, said in a slightly nervous voice, "My mother asked me to help my sister register first, but she has something to do right now."

The person registering him didn't say anything, but after filling in Song Xianyin's basic information, they pointed him in a direction.

Song Xianyin's fever wasn't too high; a few bottles of water would do the trick, and Fu Ci finally breathed a sigh of relief.

He could feel the nurses watching them. Fu Ci held Song Xianyin's hand tightly, a little afraid they would kick them out.

He observed the hospital, which was exceptionally large, with a gleaming floor, unlike the small clinic in his village.

“Child, is she your sister?” A nurse suddenly squatted down in front of them.

Fu Ci didn't speak, but nodded.

"Where are your parents? Did you come alone?"

Fu Ci's throat was a little dry, and he continued his lie: "They went to buy things and told me to watch over my sister first."

The nurse noticed that Fu Ci's shoes were torn. She glanced back and made eye contact with the other nurses.

What if she was abducted and then escaped...?

Where do you live?

Fu Ci was silent for a moment: "Do I have to say this when I come to the hospital for an injection?"

The nurse paused for a moment, then smiled and said, "No need. I was just worried about your safety here. Your parents know you're safe here."

"Thank you, they all know."

The nurse looked at the two men, who were covered in sweat, and poured them two glasses of water.

"Remember to call me when this IV drip is finished so I can change it."

These few bottles of medicine were administered very slowly, and Fu Ci sat beside them without leaving even once.

"Grandma, look at their clothes, they look so ugly, they're all tattered. Are they poor?" a naive voice suddenly rang out.

The old man quickly covered his mouth: "You little brat, you have no manners at all. Go home and let your dad beat you up."

Fu Ci knew without looking up that the child was talking about them.

In the village, everyone dressed similarly, and everyone knew roughly what was going on in other people's homes, so everything seemed normal.

But in a different environment, he looks like an outsider.

Fu Ci glanced to the side and saw that Song Xianyin had woken up. She was touching the patch on her clothes, seemingly lost in thought.

Are you still feeling dizzy?

Song Xianyin shook her head.

She said sullenly, "Brother, I don't want to wear clothes with patches."

She hated coming to the county; it wasn't fun at all, and everyone was staring at them like they were monkeys.

When Fu Ci handed over the money, those people's eyes became even more unrestrained, full of mockery, as if they were laughing at something.

Can one feel superior in front of a child?

Fu Ci replied, "When I grow up, I can wear new clothes."

Song Xianyin counted on her fingers, her face contorted in a grimace.

That's still a long, long time coming.