Sweet Dreams in Famine Years: The System Leads to a Brilliant Life

Not long after the team set off, the sky was overcast, the dark clouds continued to rise, the wind around became fierce, and the branches rustled in the strong wind. Zeng Zhengen felt nervous when he saw the weather, and walked quickly towards Pan Yang.

"Uncle Pan, the weather is not right. It looks like it's going to rain. We have to find a place to hide quickly." Zeng Zhengen said worriedly. The medical conditions in ancient times were far inferior to those of modern times. A simple cold could cost a person's life. Although she was a military doctor and could prepare medicines, if the entire team caught a cold, she alone would not be able to take care of so many villagers.

Pan Yang frowned, obviously aware of this problem. "Zeng'er, you are right. I will ask everyone to speed up and try to find a place to shelter from the rain ahead." He turned and shouted to the villagers, urging them to speed up.

The villagers all understood the severity of the weather and unconsciously quickened their pace. Zeng Zhengen had looked at the map before and knew that there was a dilapidated temple not far ahead, but she couldn't say it directly. After all, in everyone's impression, this was her first time in this place. If she acted too familiar with the terrain, wouldn't it reveal her secret?

So she decided to guide everyone in a more obscure way, silently reciting the direction of the ruined temple in her heart, hoping to arrive smoothly. About a quarter of an hour later, the team finally arrived at the door of the ruined temple.

Great, there is a dilapidated temple in front of us, we can take shelter there!"

When some villagers saw the dilapidated temple in front of them, they showed joyful expressions, talked to each other, and walked forward quickly. People soon poured into the temple. Although the interior was shabby, it could still provide a place to rest after a simple cleaning.

Just as everyone settled down, there was a roar of thunder outside, accompanied by lightning. Some children were so scared that they hid behind the adults, their faces full of fear.

Suddenly, a panicked voice was heard: "Guizhi, what's wrong with you? Don't scare me!" Zeng Zhengen was about to sit down, but when he heard the shout, he immediately stood up and looked in the direction of the voice.

I saw a man holding a woman and wailing non-stop, while the woman had her eyes closed and seemed to be unconscious.

Zeng Zhengen learned from his memory that the man's name was Yang Zhiwu, and the woman in his arms was his wife, Lin Guizhi, who married from the next village.

The two have been very loving since they got married, but the only drawback is that they have not yet been able to give birth to a child.

For some unknown reason, Lin Guizhi fainted at this moment.

Zeng Zhengen didn't think about it anymore and immediately stood up and walked forward. At this time, many villagers had gathered around, and everyone was asking what happened. Pan Yang stood aside with a panicked look on his face. When he saw Zeng Zhengen coming, he immediately went to meet him as if he had seen a savior.

"Girl Zeng, you're here!" he said hurriedly.

Zeng Zhengen nodded and asked with concern: "Uncle Pan, what happened?"

"I'm not too sure about this. Zhiwu's wife suddenly fainted. She was walking fine before and didn't get injured or fall." Pan Yang frowned, looking confused.

"Then let me take Sister Guizhi's pulse first." Zeng Zhengen decided to check first. After all, there was no medical equipment at the moment and he could only rely on traditional methods.

Pan Yang slapped his forehead suddenly and said in annoyance: "How could I forget about this? You know medical skills!"

He then ordered the surrounding villagers to move aside to give Zeng Zhengen space. Zeng Zhengen walked to Yang Zhiwu, briefly asked about Lin Guizhi's situation before she fainted, and then began to feel her pulse.

Yang Zhiwu watched Zeng Zhengen's movements nervously, and finally couldn't help but ask cautiously: "Zeng girl, how is Guizhi? Is there anything serious?"

Zeng Zhengen finished taking his pulse, slowly withdrew his hand, and looked at him seriously. "Brother Zhiwu, there's nothing wrong with my sister-in-law, but..."

"Just what?" Yang Zhiwu interrupted her anxiously.

"But Sister Guizhi is pregnant now, so you have to take good care of her in the future." Zeng Zhengen said with an encouraging smile on his face.

Yang Zhiwu was in disbelief at this and froze in shock. His mind seemed to be blank, and he asked blankly, "You...what did you say?"

Zeng Zhengen understood his feelings. After all, this news was too unexpected and wonderful for them. "I said Sister Guizhi is already three months pregnant. You should be more careful and take good care of her when you travel in the future."

After confirming that it was not an illusion in his ears, Yang Zhiwu's whole body suddenly glowed and he laughed excitedly like a child.

Although they didn't have much money left, Yang Zhiwu still insisted on paying Zeng Zhengen for the consultation. He felt that he couldn't ignore her help just because they were from the same village. He knew in his heart that he should give her due compensation.

"Brother Zhiwu, no need. We are all from the same village. There's no need to be so formal." Zeng Zhengen waved her hand hastily to refuse, thinking that it had been difficult for the villagers to escape famine during this period, and she was not the kind of person who was only interested in money.

Yang Zhiwu was a straightforward man and insisted on giving her the money. During the shoving and pushing, Lin Guizhi finally woke up.

"Zhiwu! Come over and take a look, your wife is awake!" a kind villager nearby reminded.

Hearing this, Yang Zhiwu immediately didn't bother to give the silver, and hurried to Lin Guizhi, asking with concern: "Guizhi, how do you feel?"

She vaguely remembered that she seemed to have fainted just now, but she didn't feel unwell anywhere.

When Yang Zhiwu heard Lin Guizhi's question, he immediately became excited.

"Guizhi, you...you..." Yang Zhiwu was so excited that he couldn't speak. He stammered, his face full of joy and nervousness.

Zeng Zhengen looked at his silly look and couldn't help but walked up to Lin Guizhi and explained, "Sister Guizhi, you are pregnant for three months. You have to be more careful in the future."

"Yes... yes?" Lin Guizhi felt like it was all a dream. Ever since she got married, she had been looking forward to having a child for Yang Zhiwu, but in the past few years, her belly had not been able to keep up and there was no good news. She even thought that she might never have a child in her life, but she didn't expect to receive such good news today.

"Zeng'er, am I...really pregnant?" Lin Guizhi still couldn't believe it, and there was a bit of uneasiness in her eyes.

Yang Yueyue could understand Lin Guizhi's reaction. "Sister Guizhi, don't worry, this is true, she is pregnant." She said firmly. When she took Lin Guizhi's pulse before, she had already noticed that her menstruation was not regular, and perhaps that was why she did not immediately realize that she was pregnant.