Reborn in the 80s: The Smart Wife with a Secret Space Chapter 1232: Unexpected Incident

Gu Wanqing, upon receiving her daughter's call for help, returned to the Gu Family residence in Beijing with her son in tow.

After entrusting her son to the care of Old Madam Gu, she orchestrated the presence of Aunt Zhang, ostensibly to provide companionship for her mother and alleviate any potential boredom.

To preempt any suspicion from her mother, Gu Wanqing also fabricated a story about undertaking renovations in her personal courtyard.

Old Madam Gu, her focus firmly fixed on Little Chaoyun, readily accepted the explanation, giving little thought to the details.

The deepest anxieties concerning her husband and granddaughter's journey to Sichuan surfaced in the profound silence of the night, yet she maintained a facade of calm during the day, unwilling to burden her daughter with her worries.

Although her granddaughter had contacted them to confirm her safety, there was no word regarding her second son, a fact that brought a pang of disappointment. Nonetheless, she bore her longing in silence, for while she missed her son dearly, her concern for her husband and granddaughter's well-being took precedence, and she refused to add to their burdens with her words.

Following the arrangements for the courtyard's upkeep, Gu Wanqing personally ventured to the department store, procuring a considerable quantity of items.

Engrossed in the day's activities, she found herself gazing at the room she had meticulously prepared, her mind drifting into reminiscence.

In days past, both her elder and younger brothers had showered her with affection; the prospect of reuniting with her younger brother now was bittersweet, as her elder brother was lost to her forever.

A wave of profound sadness washed over her, her gaze hardening with a potent hatred for those who had brought about such devastation.

Recalling a separate matter her daughter had mentioned during their conversation sparked a flicker of malicious glee. She mused on the potential reaction of the detestable Xue Yishan, imagining his fury upon discovering his elaborate schemes had been thwarted, perhaps even to the point of choking to death on a peanut in his rage.

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During their train journey, Mr. Gu, ever mindful of their public surroundings, steered clear of sensitive conversations. Nevertheless, the father and son found themselves engaged in a wealth of discussion.

Had it not been for the consideration of their fellow passengers' rest, their conversation might have extended throughout the entire night.

Xinyan interjected with a touch of playful warning: "You’re about to see grandma. Do you want to return with two black eyes?"

Exhausted, the two gentlemen readily heeded her advice, settling down and soon succumbing to sleep.

Meanwhile, Xue Yishan's estranged children, along with their respective spouses, were being discreetly transported back to Beijing.

As Xinyan was lost in her thoughts, a sudden cry from the adjacent compartment pierced the quiet: "Mr. Ye, what’s happened to you?"

Possessing keen hearing, Xinyan could clearly discern the commotion unfolding next door, despite the relative quiet of the train.

This was followed by more desperate pleas: "Mr. Ye, don’t frighten me! Doctor, attendant, someone, please help! Is there a doctor on board, assist us!"

The train attendant, alerted by the escalating shouts, promptly arrived. Shortly thereafter, an announcement echoed through the carriages: "Dear passengers, we apologize for any disturbance. A gentleman in car number three has fallen gravely ill and requires immediate medical attention. If a doctor is present on board, we kindly request your assistance."

Xinyan rose from her bunk, her small backpack in hand. The commotion had also roused her grandfather and second uncle, who sat up, inquiring, "You two continue resting; I shall investigate the situation."

Gu Yize, concerned for his niece's well-being, responded, "Dad, I'll accompany Yanyan."

He quickly donned his shoes and hurried after his niece, who had already moved ahead.

Mr. Gu, confident in Xinyan's medical expertise, did not harbor excessive worry.

Upon Xinyan's arrival, she observed a woman examining the patient's eyelids.

The man standing beside her wrung his hands in obvious distress: "Sister, what's the prognosis?"

It was evident the woman was out of her depth, murmuring uncertainly without offering a clear diagnosis. The man, growing agitated, struck his forehead in frustration: "This is no trivial matter; can you even help or not?"

The woman retorted, her temper flaring: "Why are you taking your frustration out on me? I came with the genuine intention to assist."

At this juncture, Xinyan stepped forward: "Might you two move aside and allow me to examine the patient?"

The woman, standing nearby, expressed her displeasure: "What is a young girl like yourself doing here?"

The man issued a stern warning: "This is a matter of life and death—not a situation for games."

Ignoring their protests, Xinyan gently but firmly moved them aside and extended her hand to assess the patient's pulse.

After taking his pulse, she retrieved silver needles from her bag, instructing, "Please help me position the patient flat on his back; I will commence acupuncture."

The two individuals, now displaced by Xinyan, spoke in unison: "This is not a matter to be taken lightly."

"You are too young; do not trifle with this."