Back to the 60s: The Struggle Career of a Charmed Wife
Chapter 1782: Returning with Full Load 3

Chapter 1782: Chapter 1782: Returning with Full Load 3

After Lu Jiang and Feng Qingxue left, on that same evening, Granny Liao brought two sets of cotton-padded jackets and pants, one big and one small, to Deng Hongling and Deng Wu, not forgetting to take the medicinal oil Feng Qingxue had instructed her to give to Deng Hongling.

In the dim light, Granny Liao saw Zhang Rong standing at the door picking her teeth and glared at her fiercely.

If looks could kill, Zhang Rong would be left in pieces by now.

A smirk appeared on Zhang Rong’s still charming face, "Really think of yourself as a loyal servant, huh? Truly, that servile nature is ingrained in your bones, can’t change it for a lifetime. Considering the situation, let’s see how that cripple and sickly cat will rise again!"

Granny Liao, worried about implicating Deng Hongling and Deng Wu, ignored her and walked on silently with her head down.

However, in her heart, Granny Liao hoped that Lu Jiang and his wife’s words would come true soon, that goodness would be rewarded and evil would meet retribution.

At the residence of Deng Hongling and her nephew, Granny Liao’s expression turned gentle and kindly.

"Miss, after taking the medicine left by the doctor, is the young master feeling any better?"

Deng Hongling took the bundle and said, "The fever has completely subsided, but his body is still weak and he’s lying in bed. The medicine from the doctor isn’t finished yet, I think he needs a few more days of care. Granny, what’s in the bundle?"

"It’s cotton clothes and medicinal oil," said Granny Liao honestly. "The young master’s comrades found me and brought news about him, saying he’s alive but doing hard work, quite strenuous. They didn’t find it convenient to appear, asking me to deliver cotton clothes and bedding to you. Although they’re old, I’ve checked— the cotton inside is fluffy and warm."

Granny Liao suspected the cotton was new, but didn’t mention it.

Upon hearing the news of her brother’s safety, Deng Hongling was both surprised and joyful, "My brother’s comrades? Did they leave any names?"

Granny Liao shook her head, "No, I asked but they wouldn’t tell. They were quite a good-looking couple; the man exuded an impressive aura, looking around forty, handsome and tough, like a high-ranking general. The woman had fair, supple skin tender like a peeled egg, appearing to be in her twenties, extremely beautiful."

Deng Hongling’s heart stirred, "Could it be the doctor who treated Xiaowo?"

"You mean she’s the kind-hearted doctor?"

"Yes, people here are rough and the north wind is rampant; folks with white, delicate skin and beauty are rare. The most important thing is, she promised just days ago to help find my brother’s whereabouts, and today someone posing as his comrade came to find Granny. Isn’t it a coincidence? Plus, she knew my brother’s name and treated us well, caring particularly much."

The vouchers and money were concrete evidence of her kindness, plus she didn’t take back the container for the mutton soup.

Granny Liao heard Deng Hongling’s words and thought for a moment, "It’s possible. The white flour I brought you that day was exchanged from old items with her, coinciding with the day she treated the young master."

Although not entirely certain, Deng Hongling felt it might be her, "Next time, I must ask her name when we meet."

"Certainly, when the young master returns, let him personally thank her, as that doctor saved the young master’s life!" Granny Liao said, unable to contain her frustration over her powerlessness, "If I had some skill, even a bit of money, the young mistress wouldn’t have to beg that wretch Zhang Rong, and her head wouldn’t still be hurting now."

Deng Hongling smiled faintly and comforted, "How can we blame Granny? Even with money, those hospitals wouldn’t treat bad elements like us. They would only drive us out."

Social status, fundamentally, determined their lives regardless of the nature of individuals, bringing Deng Hongling immense sorrow.