The Sweetness of the Seventies
Chapter 129 Must Use Your Blood_1

Chapter 129: Chapter 129 Must Use Your Blood_1

He Tiantian’s kindness warmed Zuo Li and Xiang Rong’s hearts and gave them great comfort.

"Since you say so, we will keep this favor in our hearts," Xiang Rong said. It wasn’t the time to be prideful; they needed those rabbit skins. The winter here might not have the dry cold of the north, but it had a damp cold, one that could pierce right into one’s bones.

With these rabbit skins, their situation would be greatly improved. They would remember this act of kindness.

"The traps you mentioned are a good idea. Since we have nothing else to do all day besides hiding indoors, and we can’t sit still, we’ll join you in hunting from now on," Zuo Li remarked. "Let’s go, it’s time to eat. We’ll head back now and dig traps in the afternoon."

He Tiantian rolled her eyes at an angle they couldn’t see, realizing that getting things discreetly in the future meant she’d have to rely on taking them directly to the Barrier Space through Snake King, or going up the mountain at midnight.

The three descended the mountain, and He Tiantian walked home with Qi Xiaoyan.

"How are your lessons going?" He Tiantian inquired. "You look very happy. Did Grandma Wang praise you?"

Qi Xiaoyan was a very naive girl; her emotions, happy or unhappy, were always on her face.

"Yes," Qi Xiaoyan replied. "She said I have a real talent and that if I keep working hard, I could definitely become a great singer someday."

If it was He Tiantian who had said that, Qi Xiaoyan would have taken it as encouragement from a dear sister. But coming from Professor Wang, it meant something different. She seldom praised anyone and was a strict teacher. Her words were always based in reality.

"Then keep it up!" He Tiantian encouraged her. "When you’re famous, sign an autograph for me, huh?"

He Tiantian unconsciously reverted to the typical reaction of ordinary people from her previous life upon meeting celebrities; it wasn’t about marveling at their looks first, but instead asking for an autograph. An autograph could be treasured if it was from someone she liked, or sold if it wasn’t.

"Autograph? Where do I sign?" asked Qi Xiaoyan, puzzled. As an ordinary rural girl from this era, she didn’t know about these things.

"Autograph means that after you’re famous and I become your fan, you would write your name on my clothes or in a notebook as a keepsake," He Tiantian explained. That’s how it seemed to work on TV shows from her previous life, at least.

Upon hearing He Tiantian’s explanation, Qi Xiaoyan’s eyes widened even more. Weren’t fans supposed to be something you eat? How did Sister Tiantian turn into a fan?

Qi Xiaoyan was smart and soon realized that Sister Tiantian wasn’t referring to the edible kind of fans.

"What’s a fan? And I get writing names in a notebook, but why on clothes?" Qi Xiaoyan asked, baffled. If you write on clothes, can you still wear them? She was lost with the things Sister Tiantian was talking about. Were village girls really so much worse off than city girls?

He Tiantian was also bewildered, fearing the more she tried to explain, the more questions would arise.

"Actually, it’s not a big deal; you’ll understand once you become a famous singer," He Tiantian said, ultimately deciding not to explain any further to Qi Xiaoyan, in case she had more questions that He Tiantian couldn’t answer.

"Okay then," Qi Xiaoyan said, seeing that He Tiantian had stopped explaining. She guessed it wasn’t anything crucial and dropped the subject.

As they continued on their way, Qi Xiaoyan suddenly stopped, clutching her chest with a pale face and sweat on her brow.

"Xiao Yan, Xiao Yan, what’s wrong?" He Tiantian asked anxiously, supporting Qi Xiaoyan. "Where does it hurt?"

"I... I might have been too happy and didn’t pay attention..." Qi Xiaoyan said weakly, her lips devoid of color, "My medicine... "

"Where is your medicine?" He Tiantian asked while laying Qi Xiaoyan by the roadside, searching her pockets. She felt all the pockets but couldn’t find the medicine.

Qi Xiaoyan’s complexion grew even worse as she stuttered, "It’s... it’s at the livestock farm... I forgot to bring it... "

"Xiao Yan, hold on, I’ll carry you back for the medicine," He Tiantian hastily said. Since Qi Xiaoyan was not heavy, she could carry her and run, quickly reaching the livestock farm. If she left Qi Xiaoyan by the roadside, He Tiantian wouldn’t feel at ease leaving her alone, and going back and forth would take even longer.

Qi Xiaoyan was now unable to speak, and He Tiantian, without any hesitation, just wanted to carry her swiftly back to the livestock farm to have her take the medicine.

Just then, He Tiantian heard the voice of the Snake King in her ears, saying, "If you continue running forward, this young lady is doomed."

He Tiantian immediately stopped. That’s right, how could she forget about the Snake King at such a crucial moment?

"Snake King, please save Xiao Yan," He Tiantian hurriedly placed Qi Xiaoyan down, letting her lie flat in the hope that the Snake King could save her. She had talked to the Snake King before, who had also promised to save Qi Xiaoyan.

The Snake King knew how important Qi Xiaoyan was to He Tiantian, and given the urgency of the situation, it didn’t want to inconvenience itself further, saying, "My mana can only sustain her life. If you want her to recover, you must... "

"Must what?" He Tiantian was very dissatisfied, the Snake King stopped speaking right at the critical point. Did it intend to wait until someone was dead to continue?

After all, what would be the point once the person had already died?

"You must use your blood!" the Snake King said calmly, "Your blood is the source of my cultivation power. It has many uses. As long as a normal person hasn’t breathed their last, they can survive, and not only recover but also have a body in better condition than ordinary people."

Isn’t it just blood?

Haven’t the public service advertisements said? Donate blood twice a year, four hundred milliliters each time, it won’t affect your health.

Moreover, the Snake King drinks so much blood each month; giving a little to Qi Xiaoyan is nothing.

If it could help Qi Xiaoyan recover, the blood is worth it.

"How should I get the blood into Qi Xiaoyan’s mouth?" He Tiantian asked calmly. Before going to Nan City, her aunt had just left a few days ago, and then she had provided some blood for the Snake King. Now giving some to Qi Xiaoyan should be no problem.

She had been eating well recently, plenty of meat and big bones at home, she could make soup to recover from blood loss afterward.

"Bite your fingertip, she will suck on it automatically," the Snake King instructed. Her blood was top-quality Spiritual Medicine.

He Tiantian quickly bit her fingertip and put it to Qi Xiaoyan’s mouth, whispering, "Drink, drink up, and you will recover."

He Tiantian gave a wry smile. She had been reborn at eighteen, not only becoming younger but also faced with one thing after another, actively responding. As she actively made new connections, she received help from others, and she wanted to repay those who were sincerely kind to her.