Away from the big book, the educated youth became the village favorite by running errands

Song Youlin didn't even look at Jiang Jingcheng along the way. As long as Jiang Jingcheng was not a fool, he should know what his sister did for him.

Of course, he did this just to let Jiang Jingcheng know that his life was saved by his sister and to remember his sister's kindness.

As for his blood donation to Jiang Jingcheng, he didn't take it seriously and just needed to rest for two days. But his sister was very weak and she probably wouldn't be able to recover without resting for four or five days.

When they were almost at the entrance of the village, Song Youlin said to He Feiyang, "My sister and I are going home first. You and Tan Anjing can have lunch together at noon, and then we can eat together in the evening."

"Okay, you two go back slowly, and don't worry about us at noon."

Seeing Song Youlin riding away, He Feiyang asked Jiang Jingcheng where he was going.

"Will you go home directly or go up the mountain to report your safety to Grandpa Jiang and the others?" Seeing Jiang Jingcheng's left arm wrapped tightly, He Feiyang suggested that he could accompany him up the mountain.

"Thank you for bringing me back. I won't bother you to accompany me. I can go up the mountain by myself. You go back and have a rest." Jiang Jingcheng didn't want to cause any more trouble for He Feiyang.

"Okay, I'll ride my bike to take you down the mountain and back. You can walk less."

When they arrived at the place, He Feiyang stopped the car and watched Jiang Jingcheng go up the mountain. He only went back when he could no longer see him.

Grandpa Sun was sorting firewood outside. He looked up and saw Jiang Jingcheng. He excitedly shouted into the house, "Old Jiang, come out quickly. Jingcheng is back."

Grandpa Jiang was still lying in bed resting.

The first thing He Feiyang did when he came back last night was to go up the mountain and tell them that Jiang Jingcheng had been safely sent to the hospital. However, Grandpa Jiang was still so worried that he didn't sleep all night, and his heart felt very uncomfortable again this morning.

Fortunately, Wen Zicheng discovered that the medicine Song Shuangshuang sent last night included heart medicine, so he gave Grandpa Jiang a pill and he felt much better.

But Grandpa Jiang was still concerned about Jiang Jingcheng's situation. When he heard what Grandpa Sun said, he quickly sat up from the bed and wanted to come out to see him.

Jiang Jingcheng entered the house first without waiting to go out.

"Why don't you go home and rest after you are discharged from the hospital? Why are you here?" Although Grandpa Jiang complained, he looked at Jiang Jingcheng without blinking. "Your arm...what did the doctor say?"

I lost so much blood last night, I don’t know if this arm will be disabled.

"I'm fine. I asked the doctor this morning. He said that although the wound was deep, the bleeding was stopped in time and the bones were not injured. It won't have any impact on the future. Just rest during this period."

"That's fine, that's fine."

While the grandfather and grandson were talking, Wen Zicheng and Meng Chen also came back.

"Jingcheng? You're discharged from the hospital so soon?" Wen Zicheng was a little bit unbelievable. Even if he was in good health, he would have to stay in the hospital for a few days for observation after losing so much blood, right?

"Uncle Wen, thank you for last night." He knew that it was Uncle Wen who stopped his bleeding, otherwise he really would not have been able to hold on and go to the hospital.

"It's okay. By the way, did you get a blood transfusion at the county hospital?" He saw that Jiang Jingcheng's face was not so pale, so he thought that this was the possibility. He didn't expect that the county hospital had such conditions and could store blood.

Speaking of this, Jiang Jingcheng's expression became unnatural.

"Uncle Wen, let me ask you something. In my condition yesterday, how much blood would I need to transfuse to be saved?"

"You lost at least a thousand blood yesterday. A blood transfusion... at least eight or nine hundred. What's wrong?"

Wen Zicheng roughly estimated the amount, and seeing Jiang Jingcheng's expression changing again and again, he guessed, "Was it the Song family kid and Feiyang who donated blood to you?"

Wen Zicheng couldn't help but frown when he thought of this possibility. If that was the case, he would have to scold He Feiyang. After having so much blood drawn, why didn't he just take a good rest in the county for a night, and why did he rush back to the village and the mountain to report to them that he was safe? He would feel bad sometimes.

Grandpa Jiang had similar ideas to Wen Zicheng and planned to find time to thank them both.

Jiang Jingcheng spoke with difficulty, "It wasn't He Feiyang, it was Song Youlin and Song Shuangshuang. They were the brother and sister who gave me the blood transfusion and took care of me all night..."

"What!?"

"what?"

Grandpa Jiang didn't expect that it would be Song Shuangshuang who gave Jiang Jingcheng a blood transfusion. A little girl drawing so much blood... could she bear it?

Wen Zicheng studied medicine, so he knew that drawing 400 ml of blood would not have much impact on the body. But Song Shuangshuang was a little girl who could not eat well in the countryside, and she had just finished the autumn harvest, so she must be uncomfortable.

The room fell silent for a moment...

After a while, it was Grandpa Jiang who spoke first, "Jingcheng, you go home and have a good rest. I will go down the mountain tonight to thank the Song brothers and sisters."

It was the Song siblings who saved Jingcheng, so it was only right that he go and thank them in person. He couldn't wait until the two children came up the mountain to bring up the matter.

After Jiang Jingcheng returned, Grandpa Jiang sat back on the bed.

"Zicheng, tell me the truth. How much blood transfusion did the Song girl give to Jingcheng have on her body?"

Grandpa Jiang had fought in wars and knew that losing too much blood could endanger one's life, just like what happened to Jing Cheng last night. Even if he didn't faint, he would have to rest for a while before he could recover. But he didn't know how much of an impact Song Shuangshuang's actions had on her body.

"Normally, it has no effect on the human body, but it also depends on one's constitution. If one is anemic or malnourished, the impact is still significant. One may suffer from headaches, dizziness, palpitations, chest tightness, and lack of energy to work for a while..."

After Wen Zicheng finished speaking, Grandpa Jiang sighed.

Their family owes those two children even more...

Here, Song Shuangshuang and her brother returned home, but did not go back to their room to catch up on sleep immediately.

Song Youlin locked the door and entered the space. He used the leftover dates and brown sugar from the morning to boil a pot full of brown sugar and dates water and poured it into the thermos.

"Sister, don't drink boiled water these two days. Finish this pot of brown sugar water." Song Youlin took the kettle to Song Shuangshuang's room and poured a cup for her.

"...I, I don't want to drink it. The brown sugar water you cooked is too sweet."

Song Shuangshuang thought it was sweet just by smelling it, let alone drinking it.

"Don't even think about it. You can only drink this today to replenish your blood!" Song Youlin regretted more and more. If he had known yesterday, he would have delayed a little longer. Maybe He Feiyang also had type B blood, so his sister wouldn't have to donate blood.

His sister looked so uncomfortable in the morning, and looked more like a patient than Jiang Jingcheng. On the way back to the village from the hospital, his sister kept her head resting on his back the whole time. It was obvious that she was uncomfortable.

"I don't want to drink it, it's too sweet and I'm afraid of getting diabetes." Song Shuangshuang was still making excuses.

But Song Youlin didn't buy it at all. He said expressionlessly that if she could get diabetes from drinking this little brown sugar water, then she should have had it in her previous life.

In the original world, when I was having barbecue or hot pot at home, I could drink a bucket of it by myself. I couldn't even drink that much, let alone this amount.

"If you're worried, drink this pot of brown sugar water and test your blood sugar. I see there are blood sugar meters in the supermarket pharmacy. You can test it and know the result."

Song Shuangshuang: "...You are so cruel." Isn't it okay for her to drink it?