Who is it?!
The Song Family members exchanged glances, feeling a bit uneasy at such a time.
"Who?"
Song Luoyun felt she was the eldest in the family now, so she stepped forward proactively.
"Your neighbor."
"I heard someone in your family has a fever, and I happen to have medicine, so I came over."
Qiao Jiuru recognized the tender voice of the person who answered the door, probably a young boy, sounding timid. She then took the initiative to explain further.
Their neighbor?
Left or right?!
The left side was empty, and they had no contact with the right side.
However, Song Luoyun was ultimately overcome by the word 'medicine,' conquering her fear and unease. She opened the door with little hesitation.
Outside the door, in the dim night, stood a man and a woman, seemingly in their forties or fifties. Their attire exuded an intellectual aura, not at all like bad people.
"Aunt and Uncle."
Song Luoyun politely greeted Qiao Jiuru and Su Huaiyuan, then felt constrained and didn't know what to say.
"My surname is Qiao, and my husband's surname is Su. Child, may we come in to see the patient?! Medicine shouldn't be taken indiscriminately. We have several types, and we need to see what kind of illness it is."
Qiao Jiuru saw that the child in front of her was constrained, embarrassed, and hesitant to speak, so she proactively offered again.
"Okay, okay, okay, Auntie Qiao, Uncle Su, please come in. My younger siblings have a high fever."
Song Luoyun no longer had any hesitation or suspicion. Besides, their family had nothing now, so what could anyone want from them?!
Qiao Jiuru and Su Huaiyuan followed Song Luoyun inside, only to find that the Song Family's house was more dilapidated and empty than they had imagined. There was only one main room, two side rooms, a kitchen, and a washroom, which were clearly partitioned out.
"Grandpa, Grandma, this is Auntie Qiao and Uncle Su from next door. They've come to see my younger siblings."
Song Luoyun led them into the side room and then introduced Qiao Jiuru and Su Huaiyuan to her grandparents and younger siblings.
Next door?!
Grandpa Song and Grandma Song immediately looked puzzled. The house on the left had never been occupied, and they knew the people on the right.
However, under the dim light of the room, the two elders could tell that the visitors didn't look like bad people. Moreover, those who are drawn by crying and commotion are likely soft-hearted individuals.
"Uncle, Aunt, my surname is Qiao, and this is my husband, whose surname is Su. We heard your children crying and it sounded like they were ill. We happened to have medicine with us, so we came over to ask."
Qiao Jiuru smiled and stepped forward to greet the two incredibly old and sorrowful-faced elders, not only stating their identities but also explaining their purpose.
"Comrade Qiao, Comrade Su, my two grandchildren are sick and have a high fever."
Although Grandma Song had not completely lowered her guard, the most important thing now was the children's condition, and they couldn't wait. She had been wiping them down with cool water, but after so long, both children still had a high fever.
It seemed that without medicine, it wouldn't work. But they had no money.
"Let me see."
Qiao Jiuru already had a general understanding of the situation in the room. This family probably consisted of only two elders and a house full of children of various ages.
There was no need to guess; such a family was likely of that kind. And there was no one capable of handling affairs or earning money—the old were old, the weak were weak, and the young were young. Life was not easy for any of them.
"I have fever reducers and cough medicine here. Let's give the children the fever reducers first."
Qiao Jiuru carefully examined the two children's condition. Their faces were so hot from the fever that one could fry an egg on them. If they didn't take medicine soon, it would be dangerous.
So, without hesitation, she took out fever-reducing pills from the pharmacy in her spatial cloth bag.
Unlike the white tablets of Western medicine, these two were black pills. Qiao Jiuru felt that the pills from the pharmacy might be more effective than those from outside.
"This is traditional Chinese medicine for fever, gentle and not harmful to the body."
Qiao Jiuru handed the two pills to Grandma Song, not directly feeding them to the children.
Grandma Song took the two pills with almost no hesitation and clearly fed them into the mouths of the two children.
Now, for a family like theirs, what was there to hesitate about?! It was already good enough to have medicine to take.
"Auntie Qiao, Uncle Su, have some water."
At this moment, Song Luoyun, at some unknown point, had poured two bowls of water and offered them to Qiao Jiuru and Su Huaiyuan.
Qiao Jiuru and Su Huaiyuan did not refuse, taking the bowls from his hands and drinking a few sips. Then, the couple saw sighs and compassion in each other's eyes.
Because the bowls Song Luoyun gave them were chipped in several places, not to mention the clothes on the people in the room and the blankets on the beds.
They were all tattered and thin, full of various patches. From old to young, everyone was gaunt and extremely thin, and their complexions didn't look good, clearly indicating long-term malnutrition.
"Uncle Song, this is cough medicine. I just heard you coughing too. Please accept this bottle of medicine."
Qiao Jiuru finished her water and then took out a bottle of cough pills, whose container had been changed, from the cloth bag she had retrieved from her space, and handed it to Grandpa Song.
"This, how can I accept this? We, we don't have money to pay you."
Grandpa Song had lived his entire life and had never been so ashamed of his poverty, nor had he expected to encounter such a situation. His eyes couldn't help but redden.
"Uncle Song, this bit of medicine isn't worth much. Moreover, the original purpose of making this medicine was to cure illnesses and save lives; that is its value."
Su Huaiyuan, who had been silent since entering, spoke for the first time. He also couldn't bear to see the elderly man in his twilight years looking so distressed.
It was heartbreaking and very uncomfortable.
"Alas, then I'll shamelessly accept it. Great kindness needs no verbal thanks. It's a pity there's nothing good left in the house, otherwise, I could give it to you."
Grandpa Song no longer wanted to be sentimental or save face. He could save face, but the children needed to live.
How could face be more important than life?!
"Grandpa, your family, what happened?!"
