Those who travel back in time

Chapter 13 Leukemia

Chen Qing was telling the old man the truth, but the biggest reason he didn't go to the hospital was because his body had been bitten by zombies, and heaven knows what the hospital would do after discovering his abnormality.

Moreover, he was enhanced not only in strength and speed, but also in recovery ability. Such injuries look terrible, but they can heal themselves in a few days.

"Are you thirsty? I'll get you some water." The hunched old man turned and went out, poured some water into a chipped enamel mug, and came to the bedside.

Chen Qing tried to get up, but the intense pain caused him to fall back down.

"Don't move around, you're badly injured." The hunchbacked old man saw Chen Qing trying to get up, so he pressed down on his shoulder and brought the enamel mug to his mouth.

"How long have I been lying here?" Chen Qing was indeed thirsty, so he gulped down some water.

"It's only been one day. You should rest now. I won't bother you anymore." Just as he was about to ask a couple more questions, the hunched old man left the bedroom and went to the living room. He picked up the broom again and swept the floor. After sweeping twice, he turned back and closed the bedroom door.

"Cough cough!" The coughing could still be heard from outside from time to time, but it was clear that the hunchbacked old man was deliberately controlling it, and the sound was much quieter than before.

Chen Qing turned her head again and began to carefully examine her surroundings. Next to the wardrobe was a very narrow old table, which was neatly filled with books.

Doraemon posters and textbooks—this must be a primary school student's room.

Unable to get out of bed, Chen Qing could only look around to pass the time.

I just lay there, and before I knew it, I had fallen asleep again.

"Qingzi! Open the door!" Chen Qing arrived at the abandoned warehouse again, and her brother's mournful shouts rang in her ears once more.

Just like countless nightmares before, Chen Qing's body remained stiff as a rock, unable to move, as she watched helplessly as her brother died in front of her.

When the horde of zombies finally receded, Chen Qing opened the door with trembling hands, only to see her brother lying there, his body covered in bite marks.

He stretched out one hand as if trying to grab something, but no one in the warehouse opened the door for him, not even his own brother. All he could grasp was despair.

"Brother, I'm sorry, it's not that I didn't want to open the door, I, I was too scared..." Chen Qing knelt down on the ground with a thud, sobbing bitterly.

Just as she was crying her heart out, a blood-covered hand suddenly grabbed her!

Chen Qing looked up and saw her brother "come alive" again, his mouth wide open, lunging to bite her...

"No!" Chen Qing cried out in surprise, her eyes snapping open.

"Uncle, did you have a nightmare?" There was also a boy of about ten years old in the room who was sitting at the table doing his homework. He was startled by Chen Qing's noise.

"I'm fine," Chen Qing said, panting heavily.

"Uncle, does it hurt?" The little boy pointed to the bandages and gauze on Chen Qing's body.

"It doesn't hurt."

"Dad hasn't come home from get off work yet, and Grandpa went out to buy groceries, so I'm home alone now. Uncle, are you hungry? If you are, I'll go to the kitchen and see if there's anything I can give you to eat."

"I'm not hungry." Chen Qing sat up and asked, "What's the date today?"

"November 22th."

"Which year?"

"2022." Although he found Chen Qing's question rather strange, the little boy still answered.

Where am I?

"Dahuai Village".

Is Dahuai Village part of Jiangxin City?

"Jiangxin City, Mingguang District"

"How far is it from here to the city center?"

"Where in the city?"

"Kirin Group".

"It takes about half an hour by bus."

The time travel was set for October 22, 2022. After Chen Qing lay down for a day, the time reached the 22nd.

In terms of location, he was indeed inside the city, not across the sea.

The error in time travel is indeed smaller than last time.

Chen Qing continued talking to the little boy and learned that it was a family of three, consisting of the grandfather, father, and grandson.

The grandson, this little boy named He Hui, is in the third grade at the village primary school.

The father, He Shan, was the one who brought Chen Qing home from the car accident scene. He was a construction worker.

Grandpa, the old man who bandaged Chen Qing's wound and kept coughing, was named He Song. He had leukemia.

As for where his mother went, He Hui didn't mention it, and Chen Qing didn't ask either.

Half an hour later, He Shan and He Song returned together. This was the first time Chen Qing had seen his savior clearly. He had dark skin, was not tall, and gave off the impression of an honest man.

He didn't say much. He greeted Chen Qing, asked about her health, and then went to the kitchen to cook.

Dinner was simple: shredded potatoes, a large cabbage, a small cabbage, braised eggplant, and cucumber salad—no meat at all.

"Brother, these are just home-style dishes, don't mind them." He Shan was still a little embarrassed, feeling that he had neglected Chen Qing.

"Brother Shan, how did you know I like these dishes?" Chen Qing picked up her chopsticks and ate with relish.

He is not picky about food, and anyone who has experienced the apocalypse would probably find it difficult to be picky about food again.

He also fully understood why the three of them, grandfather, and grandson, were so poor; a terminal illness can truly bankrupt a family.

"Xiao Chen, your body is recovering so quickly." He Song was a little surprised. Yesterday he looked like he was about to die at any moment, but today he can actually walk on the ground.

"Grandpa He, it's mainly because of your superb medical skills," Chen Qing said.

"Little Chen really knows how to talk," He Song chuckled. "Just for saying that, I'll show you my skills tomorrow."

"Dad!" He Shan's hand, which was holding a piece of food, paused abruptly. "Don't you know your health condition? The doctor repeatedly warned you to stay home and not..."

"Fine, fine, I won't go, I won't go, okay?" He Song said helplessly. "Xiao Chen, look at you, a grown man, always nagging, more annoying than an old woman."

"Grandpa He, your illness..."

"Stop! Xiao Chen, don't let this brat corrupt you. He keeps talking like a nagging old woman. We men don't do that." He Song waved his hand to interrupt Chen Qing: "Besides, I'm already lucky."

"Grandpa, leukemia is such a terrible misfortune, and you still say you're lucky?" He Hui interjected.

"I'm incredibly lucky to have this medicine," He Song sighed, pointing to a pile of medicine boxes in the corner. "This disease is a bottomless pit; it has cost so many people their houses and ruined their families. I thought this family would suffer the same fate, but this medicine just happened to be released at this time. We don't have to sell our house; we have a place to live. We're so much luckier than those leukemia patients before Yiruiqing was released."

"Yi Ruiqing?" Chen Qing followed the direction of his finger and saw the words on the medicine box.

"It's a new drug for treating leukemia, and it's very cheap, only 1200 yuan per box," He Shan continued. "Before this drug was available, we could only take Gleevec, which cost 8000 yuan per box."

"So much cheaper? Is this medicine even effective?" Chen Qing's first reaction was that it wouldn't work, after all, you get what you pay for.

"It works, it's just as good as Gleevec." He Song picked up a piece of braised eggplant with his chopsticks.

Seeing He Song enjoying his food, Chen Qing reached for some as well, but He Song stopped her, saying, "Little Chen, this is my favorite dish. Leave it all for me. You can eat the other dishes."