Back to the 1980s: Transmigrated as the Bigshot's Pampered Wife-Chapter 57: Wanting to Become Sworn Brothers

He Aiguo helped Dong Yuanyuan away, with Ren Xiaofang and the younger Dong family members following behind.

Seeing that the people involved had left, the onlookers also dispersed in groups.

As for what stories people would spin about Dong Yuanyuan and He Aiguo, no one knew for the time being.

Ironically, no one gossiped about Zhou Mei, the other person involved in the incident. It wasn’t that they didn’t dare, but that she simply wasn’t interesting enough to be the subject of their gossip.

Su Qinchun had been washing scallions by the hand-pump well in the courtyard, secretly watching the commotion the whole time. When she saw the crowd disperse, she immediately rushed back inside to tell everyone what had happened.

Gu Jiaojiao and Su Shuochi had just finished mincing the meat, and they heard Su Qinchun’s words as soon as they came out from washing their hands.

Gu Jiaojiao remarked with a sigh, "Director Song is that incredible? She sent everyone away with just a few words?"

"Yeah, she only said a few sentences. I heard it too when I was washing my hands," Second Brother Gu said affirmatively.

Gu Jiaojiao thought, ’That’s some next-level badassery.’

’With just a few sentences, she broke up a fight that was getting out of hand and sent that whole crowd of gawkers packing.’

There was another knock on the Su family’s door. Everyone exchanged a look, assuming someone else had come looking for trouble.

After a moment, the knocking continued just as insistently. In the end, Second Brother Gu had no choice but to get the door.

"Brother Su, Sister-in-law, my parents are here to see you!" Song Zijie announced loudly the moment he stepped inside.

Hearing that they were here to see Su Shuochi and Jiaojiao, everyone collectively breathed a sigh of relief.

"Uncle Song, Aunt Song, please have a seat. Second Brother, could you pour some tea for our guests?" Gu Jiaojiao said, playing the gracious host.

Mr. Su, Mr. Gu, and both mothers still had their hands full. Second Brother Gu’s job was to count the money, which he had already finished.

He had also thoughtfully tucked each person’s wages for the day into their pockets.

Second Brother Gu now possessed the largest sum of money he’d ever had in his life: twenty yuan, earned with his own two hands.

In high spirits, he poured tea for the guests and thoughtfully prepared a cup of bedtime malted milk for everyone in the Gu and Su families.

Uncle Song took a sip of the tea. The flavor was excellent, a soothing and refreshing sensation. ’Where did the Su family get such high-grade tea?’ he wondered.

’This tea can’t be cheap. It’s worlds better than the tea we have at the Song Family’s house!’

’Everyone in the compound says the Su family is from the countryside, destitute from caring for two sick people. Is this what they call destitute?’

’They’re all drinking malted milk before bed!’

’Of course, the Song family wasn’t unable to afford malted milk, but that was pretty much the extent of it.’

’At the very least, the Song family didn’t have tea this exquisite!’

Uncle Song took another sip. So fragrant. He looked at the busy family members and, steeling himself, finally spoke.

"Old Sir Gu, Brother Gu, I heard from my son that you know a very skilled Divine Doctor?"

Mr. Gu’s heart skipped a beat. ’How did the Song family find out! The Divine Doctor is my own daughter.’

Old Sir Gu said with a beaming smile, "That’s right. We met him on the farm. You know how serious my grandson-in-law’s condition was. The Divine Doctor says there’s a good chance he’ll recover completely, back to how he was before."

The moment Old Sir Gu finished speaking, the living room was filled with a mixture of sharp intakes of breath and quiet sighs.

The Su and Gu family members were letting out breaths of relief, while the three members of the Song family were gasping in astonishment.

"Su Tuan... he can really make a full recovery?" Uncle Song asked, confirming cautiously.

"Yes. A full recovery, just like before he was injured. He’ll be able to run and jump again," Gu Jiaojiao said with conviction.

"Oh my heavens! Then... could you... could you help us contact the Divine Doctor?" Aunt Song stammered.

She was overcome with excitement, gripping Uncle Song’s hand so tightly that her whole body trembled.

"I can, but I’ve heard it requires a small piece of a direct relative’s liver. Are you..."

"I’m willing... We... we are completely willing," Uncle Song said, also so excited he was becoming incoherent.

He didn’t even question how Gu Jiaojiao knew this detail; he simply filled in the blanks himself and assumed the Divine Doctor had told her.

"In that case, does your family have a private car?" Gu Jiaojiao asked, a little uncertainly.

She really did need to make a trip to the farm to find a small donkey; she needed its leg tendons for Su Shuochi’s surgery.

Even more, she needed to get a batch of medicinal herbs to plant in her space; she couldn’t let the land there go to waste.

Most importantly, everyone in the Gu Family desperately needed to build up their strength; food, Chinese medicine, and Western medicine were all indispensable.

If they didn’t replenish their health in time, both Grandpa Gu and her father wouldn’t have many years left to live!

The Su family had an empty plot in their courtyard for a vegetable garden, which was enough to feed their family, so it was best to use the land in her space for growing medicinal herbs.

Gu Jiaojiao could have taken a train, but Su Shuochi was unwilling to be separated from her for even a moment.

It was very inconvenient for him to travel by train in a wheelchair. The trains of this era weren’t level with the platforms; you had to climb several steps to get on board.

There was no such thing as a wheelchair ramp, and besides, even able-bodied people rarely traveled far in this era, let alone someone with a disability.

"We do, we do! When were you planning to leave?"

"How about tomorrow? Only one person from your family can come along. My dad, Shu Ci, and I need to go."

Gu Jiaojiao knew how to drive, but she felt it would be awkward to tell them they didn’t need a driver and that she could drive instead.

Su Shuochi and Song Zijie also knew how to drive, but their physical conditions prevented them from doing so.

Uncle Song, however, misunderstood. He thought she was trying to prevent them from meeting the Divine Doctor, not that there wasn’t enough room in the car.

If he had known it was a matter of space, the Song family could have actually sent two cars.

However, he wasn’t offended. Navigating personal relationships was a complex art, and as someone who worked in economics, he was no stranger to the subtleties of human interaction.

He understood these intricacies all too well. Besides, he thought Su Shuochi and his wife were a fine couple.

He felt at ease with them accompanying his son. If only Uncle Song had asked one more question,

he and his wife could have gone along too, because Gu Jiaojiao had no idea about the Song family’s resources.

She certainly had no idea the Song family owned two cars! After all, the Sheng Family didn’t even have a single one.

Of course, Mr. Sheng had access to a state-owned car for official business, but for his daily commute, he rode an old 28-inch bicycle.

The two adults in the Su family needed bicycles for work, and Su Qinchun needed one for school, but the family owned only a single bicycle.

She didn’t have anything like a bicycle in her space. In the cities of the future she came from, even motorcycles had long been phased out.

Her beloved Ferrari 250 was in her space, but it wasn’t exactly something she could take out for a spin. Best to wait a few years for that.

Uncle Song sipped the excellent tea, reluctant to leave. He had always been a man who appreciated fine wine and fine tea.

He was about the same age as Mr. Gu and Mr. Su, but of all of them, his complexion was the best, making him look the youngest.

And this was despite being constantly worried about his son’s illness; otherwise, he would have looked even younger.

In the past, it was hard to say whether Uncle Song would have looked down on Mr. Su and Mr. Gu, but their paths certainly would never have crossed.

But now, as they chatted together, Uncle Song was stunned to realize that Mr. Gu was so brilliantly talented that he was on a level Uncle Song could never hope to reach.

The more they talked, the more they clicked. Uncle Song wished he could become sworn brothers with Mr. Gu, but now he felt he was the one who was unworthy.

In any era, the world of the middle-aged is a bitter sea of surging undercurrents.

Everyone is just trying to swim through it, and a single wave, striking at any time, can leave a person completely powerless to fight back.

Especially for the people of this era...