After transmigrating into the body of the female supporting character's biological mother, she

She gently supported Qiangzi's drooping right hand, her palm carefully touching and pressing along his shoulder, elbow, and wrist.

The young woman who had spoken earlier approached. "Don't move! Get to the hospital right away! It's very likely a fracture; you'll need surgery!"

Upon hearing this, Qiangzi's mother covered her face and burst into tears, "I...where would we get the money to send him to the hospital?"

Qiangzi realized he had caused a huge problem for his family, his face turned pale, and he didn't dare to cry out in pain.

After a moment, Lin Zhilan said in a deep voice, "It's not a fracture, just a dislocated shoulder joint. The bone isn't injured."

"Then we need to get him to the hospital to reposition it as soon as possible," the young woman said, frowning.

Qiangzi's mother's eyes, which had just brightened, dimmed again.

Lin Zhilan didn't reply, but said to Qiangzi's mother, "Sister, I'm a doctor in the Traditional Chinese Medicine department of the military hospital. I can perform a repositioning procedure on your child for only one cent, is that alright?"

Looking into Lin Zhilan's calm eyes, and then at her son who was sweating profusely from the pain, Qiangzi's mother gritted her teeth and said, "I believe you! Thank you."

Lin Zhilan nodded, holding Qiangzi's shoulder blade with one hand and supporting his elbow with the other, and said softly, "Qiangzi, can you count? Let's play a game. I'll count to three, and then I'll put your bone back in place, okay?"

Qiangzi sniffed and mumbled an agreement.

"one."

With a soft "click," Qiangzi was still waiting for "two" when it was all over.

"Try moving it." Lin Zhilan let go of her hand.

Qiangzi timidly moved his arm, then raised it higher, his eyes widening: "It doesn't hurt anymore, I'm all better!"

A murmur of surprise rippled through the crowd.

Qiangzi's mother was both surprised and delighted, tears streaming down her face. "Thank you, doctor, thank you..."

Lin Zhilan pinched Qiangzi's cheek. "You're not allowed to be naughty lately. You can't pull with your right hand or lift heavy objects, or you'll develop a habit of dislocating your shoulder."

Qiangzi chuckled, "I understand, Auntie."

Jiang Chengzhou was displeased upon hearing the word "aunt," saying, "Qiangzi, this is my aunt! You're repaying kindness with enmity!"

Lin Zhilan watched the children make a fuss but didn't get involved.

Qiangzi's mother searched her entire body and finally found a penny to give to Lin Zhilan.

Lin Zhilan said, "I don't handle the money here; you can pay it to the Traditional Chinese Medicine department later."

Qiangzi's mother nodded in agreement.

The military wives who had previously questioned Lin Zhilan suddenly looked at her differently.

Qiangzi's hand was dangling, but Lin Zhilan caught it in no time, cleanly and efficiently, showing no signs of being just a showman.

Taking the opportunity, Liu Chunhua said, "You all saw it, right? Dr. Lin is truly skilled. Buy the ointment or not, it's up to you. But I remembered my mother's legs hurt all the time. Dr. Lin, could you bring me another tube after get off work tomorrow?"

Lin Zhilan: "Okay."

The military wives were still somewhat hesitant, but Lin Zhilan nodded to them and took her child home.

The young woman caught up with him. "Dr. Lin, my name is Fang Wenwen. I've only been here for a month."

"Hello."

Fang Wenwen bit her lip, her sincerity tinged with embarrassment: "You seem very capable. I'm sorry for doubting you before."

"Mmm." Lin Zhilan picked up her daughter, who was being affectionate and wanted a hug, without arguing with her.

"Um..." Fang Wenwen hesitated for a long time before speaking again, "Qiangzi's mother seems to be from a poor family, why did you still charge her a penny?"

After she finished speaking, she seemed ashamed and quickly pulled out a dime from her pocket. "Can I pay for her?"

"Fang Wenwen?" Lin Zhilan stopped and looked at her intently.

"Um?"

"An X-ray at the hospital costs 1.5 yuan, and the diagnosis and subsequent treatment will cost at least ten yuan. If I weren't here today, would you be willing to pay Qiangzi's medical expenses?"

Fang Wenwen stammered, "I don't have that much money on me."

Lin Zhilan: "I do have one, but I don't want to. I'm a doctor, not a saint. I have to charge people for treating them."

Sheng Mien, fight against Mien.

She doesn't charge money today, but tomorrow, everyone in the family compound will have to come to her for any minor illness or pain.

Take money?

My family is poor, you can just give me a quick answer and forget about it.

Oh.

Without morality, one cannot be morally coerced.

Lin Zhilan is neither a good person nor a bad person. She considers herself just an ordinary person and cannot be a savior.

Fang Wenwen was speechless.

Lin Zhilan asked, "Fang Wenwen, do you want to get rid of the acne on your face?"

"Can you cure it?"

"It can be cured, but I'll have to charge you." Lin Zhilan's words were loaded with meaning.

Fang Wenwen pouted, "My mom took me to see many doctors, both Chinese and Western medicine doctors, and even tried folk remedies, but none of them worked."

"They can't do it, but I can," Lin Zhilan said confidently.

"Then...then I'll go back and discuss it with my mom."

"Can."

"Sister Lin." Wang Rou couldn't help but call out. Today was her first time going out since she was moving, and she happened to run into Fang Wenwen bothering Lin Zhilan.

Yes, in Wang Rou's eyes, this is entanglement.

"Auntie." Linlin was more familiar with Wang Rou and reached out to hug her.

A smile spread across Wang Rou's face as she caught Linlin, took Lin Zhilan's arm, and walked towards her home.

Fang Wenwen wanted to say hello, but after being given a cold glance by Wang Rou, she swallowed her words.

By the time they realized what was happening, the door was already closed.

Under Wang Rou's constant urging, she finally moved next door to Lin Zhilan today.

Since she started painting again, she seems to have regained her vitality, and even her complexion has become much rosier.

"Sister Lin, who was that just now?"

Lin Zhilan smiled and said, "We're not familiar with each other, but you might very well become my patient in the future."

Hearing her say that, Wang Rou didn't take it to heart.

She excitedly showed Lin Zhilan the paintings she had created over the past few days.

It's very well drawn.

but……

Lin Zhilan noticed two minor issues.

The paintings inside are all portraits of her alone, in various poses and expressions, painted beautifully and realistically, but no other people or objects appear in any of them.

Another thing is that this sketchbook was only given to her a few days ago, and she's already almost used it up.

Lin Zhilan concealed the worry in her eyes, lowered her gaze and smiled, "You drew so well, I must keep it safe."

Wang Rou smiled, pursing her lips, "It's okay, I can draw for you again in the future."

"Xiao Rou, I need your help with something," Lin Zhilan suddenly said, a thought suddenly flashing through her mind.

"Just tell me." Wang Rou's eyes lit up immediately when she heard that she could help Lin Zhilan.

"I'm planning to plant some flowers on my terrace, but I've been busy making medicine lately and haven't had time to take care of them. Can you help me?"

Wang Rou took her hand, "I can do it, I will definitely plant it well."

Chen Hehua hesitated, as if to say something like, "There's a place that's not used for growing vegetables, but instead used for growing flowers that can't be eaten or drunk."

But thinking about what her son had said to her, she kept quiet.

If you're going to plant it, then plant it.

So that I don't have to spend all my time watching my grandson read and write.

That night, Li Jiang didn't return until late.

After everyone in the family had gone to bed, he quickly took a shower and returned to his room, where he was immediately stunned.

Where did his wife, who is so grown up, go?