What's Bad for You May Be Good for Others

Grandpa Yu stood by, his face wrinkled with heartache.

"Do you have any cloth strips?" Su Yijia turned to look at Qin Kaize.

They had medical gauze in their storage space, but taking it out now would be far too suspicious.

Without hesitation, Qin Kaize took off his outerwear, tore his shirt under the sweater into strips, and handed them to Su Yijia.

Grandpa Yu, standing by, looked distressed. His family's cloth was all worn-out, tearing easily with any bit of force. It wasn't suitable for binding anything.

On the other hand, although Grandpa Xia and Grandma Zhou lived a tough life on the farm, they weren't poor.

So, tearing up a shirt for binding a leg didn't feel like a waste to them at all.

Su Yijia pulled out a small box of ointment from her bag. It looked identical to the frostbite cream she had just used on Grandpa Xia and Grandma Zhou.

But this one had no label on it.