Cannon Fodder in an Era Drama — I Survive with Acting-Chapter 182: Where Did She Go Wrong?
’I can’t have anything to do with her anymore. Otherwise, I’ll get dragged down with her sooner or later.’
’Song Qingya, oh, Song Qingya, you really have some nerve. That was a ruthless move, but it was a precise one.’
Yang Meiling watched the car drive away and muttered under her breath.
An idea immediately formed in her mind.
’I have to keep a low profile for the next few days. Don’t draw any attention, don’t get involved in anything. Stay as far away as possible.’
She didn’t dare to linger. She turned quietly and walked away quickly.
Liu Li returned from outside, carrying a basket of groceries.
She saw Mrs. Song standing there in a daze, her eyes vacant and her face pale. She looked as if her soul had left her body.
"What’s wrong? Did something happen?"
Liu Li’s heart tightened. She quickly took two steps forward and held Mrs. Song by the arm.
"What happened? Why do you look so pale?"
The touch seemed to bring Mrs. Song back to her senses.
She forced the corners of her mouth into a smile.
"N-Nothing..."
Her voice was hoarse and trembled slightly as she spoke.
’How could she tell her in-law?’
’That her own daughter refused to listen to advice and was taken away with just a few casual words?’
’That as a mother who had worried and worked so hard for her since she was a child, she had failed to raise her properly, letting her go down the wrong path?’
The more she thought about it, the more miserable she felt. She lowered her head and made up an excuse, deliberately avoiding Liu Li’s scrutinizing gaze.
"I just... I felt dizzy just now. I probably haven’t recovered yet."
Liu Li could see something was wrong and frowned slightly.
’This isn’t just a simple dizzy spell.’
’She clearly has something on her mind.’
But since she was unwilling to talk, Liu Li couldn’t press her for an answer.
"Dizziness is no small matter,"
she said in a gentle tone.
"When you get older, these are the things you have to watch out for. Come inside and rest. Don’t just stand there."
"I just bought some fresh groceries—some greens, tofu, and a piece of pork belly."
As she spoke, Liu Li helped Mrs. Song toward the kitchen.
"Let’s cook a meal together. A nice hot meal will warm us up, and you can stop overthinking things."
Once in the kitchen, Liu Li deftly began to wash and prepare the vegetables.
While she worked, she chattered about trivial household matters, trying to pull Mrs. Song out of her silence.
Mrs. Song rested one hand on the rim of the wok, her gaze empty.
The words Song Chenglu had said earlier replayed over and over in her mind.
The look in her child’s eyes, that resentful gaze, was like a knife repeatedly scraping against her heart.
The more she thought, the more frightened and confused she became. Her chest felt so tight it was about to explode.
’Where did I go wrong?’
’Was I too strict?’
’Or too lenient?’
’If I had just listened to her thoughts more back then, would things have ended up like this?’
In the end, only one thought remained.
’I hope Cheng Lu... can really change for the better.’
She silently stuffed a handful of firewood into the stove. The flickering flames illuminated her sorrowful face.
Meanwhile, a crowd had already gathered in Yang Kai’s courtyard.
Song Qingya was examining patients one by one.
She asked about their conditions in a soft, gentle voice.
"When did the fever start?"
"Did the wound get wet?"
"Do you vomit after eating?"
She asked every question with meticulous detail.
From time to time, she would check their pulse or lift the gauze to carefully inspect the redness and swelling of a wound.
Yang Kai stood to the side, his hands in his pockets, watching with intense focus.
He never would have thought that Mr. Fei’s wife could be such a skilled doctor at her young age.
Her explanations were clear, her diagnoses accurate, and her prescriptions were decisive.
She was even more efficient than the old doctor in town.
The more he listened, the more engrossed he became, and he leaned forward unconsciously.
Not far away, Fei Jin’s gaze was fixed on Song Qingya.
Watching her tend to the patients so earnestly, seeing the gentle curve of her lips as she comforted them, a warm feeling flooded his heart.
The next second, he strode over and stood between the two of them.
"Ahem."
He cleared his throat lightly.
Yang Kai snapped back to his senses and looked up, meeting Fei Jin’s eyes. Flustered, he instinctively took two steps back, a little embarrassed.
After finishing with the patient, Song Qingya straightened up and rubbed her lower back.
"Ajin, have someone come over."
She looked up at Fei Jin.
"We need to move these patients to the camp."
Her gaze swept over the patients lying on simple stretchers, and her voice grew softer.
"They can’t stay here any longer. The weather is unstable and the conditions are poor. If their conditions worsen, we won’t be able to save them in time."
"Have the army medics arrange accommodations. It’ll be more convenient for me to treat them, and I won’t have to run back and forth."
Fei Jin immediately turned to Cheng Peng, who was standing behind him.
"Go. Get the vehicles ready. We’re taking all of them to the camp."
"Yes, Mr. Fei!"
Cheng Peng turned to make the arrangements.
After Cheng Peng had gone, Fei Jin turned back to Yang Kai, his tone firm.
"Yang Kai, come with me."
"The city can’t remain in chaos. You need to reveal your identity as soon as possible. Let everyone know you’re the new person in charge. The first step is to stabilize morale and restore order."
Yang Kai’s heart jolted. He understood immediately and nodded heavily.
He knew he couldn’t run away anymore.
From this moment on, he was no longer an observer watching the situation from the sidelines.
He had to step forward and shoulder the hopes of this city.
Soon, Cheng Peng had the personnel and vehicles arranged.
The soldiers moved gently, as if afraid of disturbing the resting patients.
Some helped carry stretchers, others carefully covered the patients with blankets, and still others softly comforted the anxious family members.
The entire process was orderly, without a hint of chaos.
The wheels rolled over the dusty road, slowly heading toward the distant camp.
Song Qingya watched the vehicles drive off. Without even a moment to catch her breath, she turned and hurried toward the camp’s medical station.
Time waits for no one, and neither do illnesses.
She had to re-check on every single patient before night fell completely.
Following her instructions, the army medics had already assigned beds to the patients.
Song Qingya leaned over to check temperatures, listen to their breathing, and inspect the speed of their IV drips.
Whenever she found a patient having an adverse reaction, she would immediately adjust their treatment plan and note it in their medical chart.
By the time she was finished, the sky was already beginning to darken.
A few locals were still waiting by the road. When they saw her come out of the building, they immediately gathered around.
A middle-aged man wrung his hands and asked cautiously.
"Doctor Song, when can we go back to our hometowns?"
The others also stared at her.
In their eyes was a longing for their relatives, a deep attachment to their homeland, and an even greater desire for a stable life.
They asked for nothing else, only to be able to set foot on their familiar land and reunite with their loved ones soon.
Song Qingya stood still, raised her eyes slightly, and let her gentle gaze sweep over everyone present.
"Wait a little longer. Don’t be anxious."
"Things in the city haven’t been sorted out yet. It will take a few more days for order to be completely restored."
She paused, her voice growing steadier.
"Yang Kai will work quickly to handle every matter, ensuring that supply distribution, security patrols, and medical treatment for the sick and injured are all properly arranged. He will make sure that your lives will be stable from now on, and you won’t have to live in constant fear."
Then, she took a light breath and looked at the crowd with a determined gaze.
