After Rebirth, Minor Character Only Wants to Level Up
Chapter 39 - 038: Telegram

Chapter 39: 038: Telegram

The driver for the team is none other than Zhang Zhenlian’s father, a sincere man who seldom speaks. No matter who he meets, he always bows with a smile. When you speak to him, he just replies with a ’hmm’ or an ’ah,’ or simply smiles. Though he’s not talkative, his honest disposition is naturally likable.

Therefore, in the village, or rather the team, Old Man Zhang is well-liked by everyone.

Sending Old Mrs. Ye to the town to see a doctor, the villagers were also heading to work and naturally saw it. Thinking about how Old Mrs. Ye, despite her age, was still working in the fields yesterday, it became somewhat understandable. This made Wang Changjiang, sitting on the horse cart, increasingly uneasy. Having been the team leader for years, it was the first time he had encountered such a situation. He didn’t even know how he managed to force a smile. By the time they reached the town, his face had gone stiff.

The town’s hospital isn’t much; it’s basically a health clinic with few people inside. The combined staff of doctors and nurses barely totals three, and they lack examination equipment. All they did was listen to Old Mrs. Ye’s chest and ask where she felt unwell, then told her to rest well at home, ending the visit.

Old Mrs. Ye felt embarrassed, "I told you there was nothing wrong; look, I wasted your time coming with me."

"It’s good there’s nothing wrong; otherwise, I wouldn’t be at ease." Wang Changjiang truly breathed a sigh of relief. "Aunt, since we’re here anyway, I’ll accompany you to buy some sugar. When you get home, just rest. If there’s anything, let Lingzi come find me at home."

"No need, no need. I’m not ill; sugar’s so expensive, what’s the point of buying it? Let’s just go home." Old Mrs. Ye didn’t want to take advantage, which was something Wang Changjiang had anticipated.

Having done his duty, Wang Changjiang didn’t insist further, "Since that’s the case, let’s go home then."

Ye Ling couldn’t be bothered by Wang Changjiang’s demeanor. As long as grandma was okay and they had given Wang Changjiang a scare, the matter was over. As they passed by the post office, they happened to see someone coming out, who recognized Wang Changjiang and waved.

"Changjiang, what a coincidence running into you. Ye He Ping from your team sent a telegram home; this must be urgent. Are you heading back to the village? You can take it with you." This person often delivered letters and telegrams and was familiar with the team leaders.

Upon hearing this, Wang Changjiang promptly accepted the telegram, "Perfect timing, his family is on the cart with me."

After thanking him, Wang Changjiang walked over to the cart, "Aunt, there’s a telegram from He Ping, it seems urgent."

As he walked, he looked at the telegram, but the outside was covered by a yellow envelope, so he couldn’t see what was written inside.

Old Mrs. Ye was illiterate, so the telegram naturally went to Ye Ling’s hands. Ye Ling tore open the envelope and saw the words: Qian is sick, hurry back.

A few words clearly conveyed everything: Ye Qian was ill, and they needed to return to the city immediately.

In those days, phones weren’t convenient, so families with urgent matters sent telegrams. At fourteen cents per telegram, it was considered expensive; it wasn’t possible unless it was urgent.

Old Mrs. Ye was anxious too, "What did your dad say?"

Grandma was not muddle-headed; sending a telegram meant something major had happened, especially since they had just received a letter from the city half a month ago. It was clear something significant had occurred.

"Ye Qian is ill, and Dad told us to go back to the city immediately." Ye Ling frowned, as in her previous life, she didn’t recall Ye Qian being ill.

Old Mrs. Ye anxiously took the telegram, and although she couldn’t read, she looked at it, "Did it mention what illness? How did she suddenly get sick? When we went back during the New Year, she had a nosebleed, and I said she should get it checked. How could a healthy person have a nosebleed for no reason?"

"Aunt, don’t worry. Being anxious here won’t help. Since they asked you to return urgently, I think there’s no time to lose. Let’s head back to the village now so we can catch the train." Wang Changjiang advised.

Old Mrs. Ye collected herself, "Right, right, let’s head back to the village immediately."

The train had a small stop not far from the village, so they needed to return to the village to catch it.

Old Mrs. Ye tucked the telegram into her bosom, her expression grew heavier, and Ye Ling sat in the back, silent. Could it be something dire calling them to see Ye Qian one last time? For some reason, though, Ye Ling had a feeling it wasn’t that severe, so she wasn’t too worried about how serious Ye Qian’s illness was.

After getting back home and quickly grabbing some money without packing anything, the grandmother and granddaughter hurriedly left the village toward the small station. Old Mrs. Ye kept sighing along the way, "I wonder what illness it is, urging us to return so urgently. I’m afraid things aren’t good." _{freew\ebno\vel..(c)om}

"Grandma, don’t worry, it isn’t." Ye Ling reassured her.

"You’ve never gotten along with your sister since you were young. Now that she’s sick, it may be fine if you’re not worried in front of me, but you shouldn’t appear indifferent in front of your parents. Otherwise, they’ll be unhappy." After all, Old Mrs. Ye was biased toward the eldest granddaughter.

Ye Ling nodded and didn’t think much of it. Because they boarded midway, there were originally no seats on the train. However, since it was spring plowing time, not many people were traveling. Ye Ling and grandma each had a whole row to themselves. At night, they wrapped up in big quilts to sleep on the seats, which was much better than when they traveled to the city during the New Year.

When they got off the train, no one was there to pick them up, which made Old Mrs. Ye anxious, "Lingzi, do you remember the way?"

Having traveled it twice in her life, how could she not remember?

Ye Ling didn’t give too firm a reply, "I’ll give it a try."

They took the bus with grandma, and after getting off at the final stop, they had to walk another ten minutes before they saw the compound. Seeing that they hadn’t gotten lost, Old Mrs. Ye breathed a sigh of relief. When the two entered the compound and knocked on their home’s door, their daughter-in-law came to open it. From the doorway, they could see Ye Qian sitting on a chair, finally easing Mrs. Ye’s worried heart.

"Isn’t Ye Qian doing just fine? Why did you send a telegram telling us to come back right away? That really frightened us." Old Mrs. Ye said after entering and sitting down, examining her granddaughter, she was relieved to see she was truly alright.

Bai Xue sighed and sat across from her, "I sent the telegram in a hurry at that time and worried it might scare you. I didn’t explain it clearly, but we still needed you and Lingzi to come over, so I didn’t send a follow-up."

Saying this, Bai Xue glanced at her mother-in-law, "Xiaoqian has been diagnosed with allergic purpura."

"What kind of illness is that?" Old Mrs. Ye was stunned and looked at her granddaughter again; she didn’t look sick.

Ye Ling, knowing what the illness was, also looked over at Ye Qian. She seemed listless, and when Bai Xue turned her gaze, Ye Qian slowly rolled up her sleeve, revealing needle-like small purplish spots on her white arm. There weren’t many, but the spots made one feel uneasy.

"What’s the cause of this illness?" Old Mrs. Ye, a rural woman, had never seen such a thing.

"It’s a type of skin vasculitis. If it gets worse, it could affect the kidneys," Bai Xue could not help but lower her head and wipe her tears. "It’s still mild now. The doctor said it needs early treatment. If treated thoroughly, it’s fine; if not, it will last forever."

Upon hearing it involved the blood vessels, Old Mrs. Ye fell silent. After a long pause, she finally spoke, "Then let’s treat it."

"Exactly, even He Ping’s company said they’d raise some money. But the doctor also said Xiaoqian’s body can’t afford to get sick, and nutrition is important. I need to take her to the hospital, and can’t manage the house; after discussing it with He Ping, we think Dad and Lingzi need to come back." Bai Xue didn’t directly say it, but the meaning was clear.

This implied Old Mrs. Ye had to return to manage the household and cook, allowing Bai Xue to focus entirely on taking care of her daughter.