"Oh, itâs you, young lady," Lin Wan came a few times, each time buying a lot of soap. She couldnât remember all at once, but after visiting several times, she remembered.
"Where are you feeling uncomfortable?" Lin Wan said as she took out her handkerchief to wipe Han Yingâs sweat.
"Sigh, itâs the old trouble, my old rheumatism. Itâs been really painful these days. I just didnât stand well and fell. Now my foot hurts even more."
"Let me take you to the hospital." Lin Wan worriedly touched Grandmaâs foot, and as soon as she touched it, Grandma gasped in pain; it seemed the foot was seriously injured.
"Thank you for your kindness, young lady, but youâre too delicate to move me. Could you please visit our next-door neighbor and tell them that Iâve fallen?"
"Okay," Lin Wan knew that next door, Mr. Jin and his wife get along well with Grandma. In the past life, when Han Yi wasnât around, they often helped her and Grandma, though Aunt Jin didnât think much of her and wasnât very friendly whenever she visited.
Mrs. Jin disapproved of her young granddaughter-in-law, who was from the countryside but acted like a city person, too delicate to do anything, making such elderly people do laundry and cook. When she couldnât bear it, she would say a few things. Sometimes sheâd say things Lin Wan didnât like. Lin Wan often resented her, but looking back, she realized she was quite ungrateful. Lin Wan hurried over to the Jin Family next door, thankful that they were home. Uncle Jin and Aunt Jin are only in their forties; they originally had a son and a daughter. The daughter died of starvation when she was young, and the son, eager to save food for the family, joined the army at thirteen or fourteen and unfortunately died.
The couple makes pastries and snacks, relying on these skills, opening a shop in front of their house, just like Grandmaâs, adjacent to a small store.
Aunt Jin manages the shop daily, while Uncle Jin rides a bicycle with two wooden boxes hanging at the back, peddling through the streets, living quite comfortably.
"Excuse me, are you Uncle Jin? Grandma Han next door fell and hurt herself in her house. Could you please come over to help?"
Mr. Jin, hearing it was Han Daguguâs house, quickly nodded and mentioned it to Mrs. Jin inside, then headed to the Han Family.
Mr. Jin and Aunt Jin, along with them, managed to get Grandma onto a cart, and they quickly pushed it to a nearby clinic.
The foot was sprained, the bones misplaced, but luckily the old doctor at the clinic was skilled and set the bones correctly.
The foot was badly swollen; she would need to rest at home for a while.
Seeing no major issues, Lin Wan relaxed with a sigh of relief.
"Young lady, we owe you for this time. If not for you, Han Dagugu would have suffered." On the way back, Aunt Jin shaded Grandma with an umbrella and chatted with Lin Wan.
"Indeed, if the young lady hadnât come to the shop to buy things, I might have âpassed awayâ this time. So thanks to you," Han Yingâs foot was twisted, but apart from some pain, her spirits were high. Hearing Xiao Huiâs words, she chimed in quickly.
"This was merely a coincidence; anyone would have helped. No need to thank me."
"We must thank you. Even if it was coincidental, itâs fate. Where does the young lady live? I havenât seen you around this area?" Aunt Jin was the chatty type.
"I live over by West Bridge. My workplace is close to here. I heard Grandma Hanâs soap is very effective, so I come by every so often."
"Oh... so thatâs the case. Daguguâs soap is indeed better than whatâs sold outside; the young lady has an eye for quality. After all this, I didnât catch your name."
"Lin Wan, Auntie can call me Xiao Wan or Xiao Lin."
"Lin Wan? What a nice name," Grandma Han smiled faintly from her position on the cart.