Transmigrated as A Farm Girl Making Her Family Rich

Mrs. Li had just gone in to see Aunt Lai and saw her waxy, deathly pale face. A woman could really lose her life from a miscarriage if things went wrong.

Mrs. Li, having endured the ordeal of childbirth herself, understood the woman's pain but was unable to help her. The midwife had only simple herbs and had already sent someone to prepare the medicine.

As for the doctor in the village, he wasn't very skilled and had only prescribed some hemostatic medicine, advising them to seek a more capable physician.

Mrs. Li sighed helplessly. Rather than transporting the patient directly to the county for treatment, they had just requested the doctor, which meant a long journey there and back. She prayed that Aunt Lai would hold on until the doctor arrived and that everything would be alright.

Aunt Lai had constantly caused trouble at home, and though Mrs. Li didn't wish for her death, she knew that if something really happened to Aunt Lai, Ye Daidi, the little concubine, would be pitiable.

Mrs. Li felt heavy-hearted, facing two people at home who had hurt each other deeply, sensing more troubles would soon burden her.

Upon entering, she saw her husband crying beside his mother's bed. Although the Mother-in-law hadn't been very kind to her, she hadn't gone out of her way to harm her either.

Compared to the Mother-in-law's current treatment of Aunt Lai, she felt rather fortunate.

Mrs. Li felt sad that these two relatives had ended up in such a state over one man.

Mrs. Li came quietly to her husband's side. She had the maid bring a basin of warm water and personally wiped the Mother-in-law's face clean of the saliva that had dribbled out.

It wasn't that she abhorred dirt, but for her husband's sake, she also needed to show some filial piety.

Seeing the Mother-in-law like this, she forgave all the past mistreatment.

As her mother wiped the hateful grandma's face clean, Ye Shiqi, standing by as a daughter, felt nauseated.

Hongji cast a grateful look at his wife. With a crisis at home, he was completely at a loss. His wife's presence brought some stability to his heart, as if he had found a pillar to lean on.

"Parents, close the door, and don't let anyone in," said Ye Shiqi. She had things to do that couldn't be performed in front of her parents and knew they didn't fully trust her. She wouldn't act now, but wait for the doctor.

The stroke wasn't allowing blood circulation, and if the medicine the grandmother had taken fully entered her body, it could result in paralysis.

Ye Shiqi desperately wanted not to intervene, watching her father so distressed, feeling a pang of guilt.

"My dear daughter, you...!" Mrs. Li was only filled with worry. Whatever her daughter did at this time, whether it turned out well or not, could become a disaster, fearing it would be known and blamed on her daughter.

"My dear daughter, do you have a way?"

Hongji looked ecstatic. His thoughts differed from his wife's; he knew of many unusual things about his daughter.

Although his wife knew some, she wasn't as aware as he was. When it came to using silver needles, he found it strange when the blacksmith asked if they were for the doctor.

That made Hongji suspect something, and later, when his daughter asked him to fetch some books, he also saw her reading them.

His daughter was unlike others; he always felt that whatever she undertook, she would succeed. Now, as she stepped forward, it was as if he saw a savior.

Ye Shiqi... Father, could you please not look at me with such trust, such admiration, such certainty?

"Parents, please leave the room, and remember not to let anyone in. As for grandmother's full recovery, I can't be certain, but at least I can alleviate her pain," she said.

Hongji nodded, leading his wife out of the room.

Ye Shiqi took out the silver needle. Even though the village doctor had seen the grandmother, there was no miracle cure, and the prescribed herbs were quite common. They still awaited the brewing and delivery of the medicine for the patient to drink.

The first thing Ye Shiqi needed to do was use the silver needle to force out the medicine the grandmother had ingested through her pores.

Medicated-induced heart attacks followed by cerebral hemorrhaging resulting in strokes were emergencies that required surgical interventions in modern times; in ancient times, there was nothing to do but wait for death.

Ye Shiqi inserted several needles into the patient's body and even her head. In just a moment, the stench in the sickroom worsened.

She knew she had forced the medication out through the patient's pores.

She watched the patient's complexion improve slightly; the person was still unconscious but had stopped drooling.

Ye Shiqi felt the grandmother's tongue was too severe; in the future, she might affect her clarity of speech, but it would no longer impact her limbs. She did her utmost to prevent the grandmother from being paralyzed.