Chapter 50 – Cannon-Fodder Old Woman Fleeing Famine (Part 20)

This day felt like the longest day ever for the Lin family. Everyone was on edge, their hearts clenched tight with worry, afraid that the two sick ones would start vomiting and struggling to breathe, just like the others they'd seen succumb to illness.

Fortunately, for now, the two were only suffering from persistent high fevers.Wang Daya took care of them entirely on her own, never entrusting them to anyone else.From time to time, she would quietly use a handkerchief soaked in liquor to help lower their body temperature.

With her physical cooling methods combined with the fever-reducing medicine, both women eventually pulled through the worst. The fevers finally broke.Of the two, Madam Wang had a slightly better constitution and regained consciousness first.

The moment she opened her eyes, the first person she saw was Wang Daya—the one who had stayed by her side the entire time—and she was deeply moved.

Even while unconscious, Madam Wang had not been completely unaware.In her dazed state, she could feel someone constantly tending to her, and she had fought to wake up—just to see who that person was.

At this moment, she regarded Wang Daya as her life-saving benefactor.She swore to herself that she would repay her kindness.So long as she had a mouthful of food, she would never let Wang Daya go hungry.

Having made up her mind, Madam Wang grabbed Wang Daya's hand.Feeling the rough calluses on Wang Daya's palm from years of manual labor, her eyes welled up with tears.She choked out, "Sister Wang… from now on, you're my sworn elder sister. If not for you, I would've never made it through this…"

Truthfully, the moment Madam Wang grabbed her hand, Wang Daya had an instinctive urge to shake her off—a lingering trauma from her apocalyptic past.Whenever someone unfamiliar got close, she instinctively wanted to push them away.But she forced herself to endure it with immense willpower.

After hearing such sincere gratitude, Wang Daya felt genuinely satisfied.She knew she had secured a powerful ally.Becoming sworn sisters with Madam Wang was a profitable and risk-free investment.

When the others came to their senses, they realized what had just happened:Wang Daya and Madam Wang had become sworn sisters—fated companions on this cursed journey of fleeing famine.

No one was surprised by this development.After all, Madam Wang had suffered terribly, and it was Wang Daya who had stayed by her side, more attentive than her own children.

The reason Madam Wang got sick in the first place was simple:She had been raised in luxury and never endured hardship before. Her body lacked resistance, so when illness struck, it hit her hard and fast.

As for little Lin Chun'ya, Wang Daya's youngest granddaughter, she only woke up before dinner that evening.When she opened her eyes and saw only her grandmother by her side, the light in her eyes dimmed.

So young, she didn't understand why her mother always avoided her when she felt unwell.She had hoped so much for her mother's affection—but it never came.

During their journey fleeing famine, Lin Chun'ya had always envied her cousin Chunhua and Madam Wang's daughter—they both had mothers who loved them, while she had none.

This time, her illness had partly stemmed from mental strain.Otherwise, her health wasn't worse than someone like Wang Tianxue, who had been completely fine.

But these little thoughts of a girl's heart were lost on Wang Daya.She cared for Lin Chun'ya only because she was one of the original host's family members.If anything happened to her, it might reduce her mission points—and that was something she couldn't allow.

Once it was confirmed that the two only had a common cold, the group finally relaxed, their previous gloom lifting.

Most of them were relieved and happy—except for one: Zhang Zhaodi.She was upset that heaven had missed such a good chance to get rid of that little jinx.

She still held onto the delusion that if her daughter died, her precious son might somehow return.But the girl's life was far too tenacious, and Zhang Zhaodi's cruel wishes didn't come true.

If Wang Daya hadn't intervened, it's likely both patients would've died.In the ancient world, uncontrolled fevers were often a death sentence.

Meanwhile, Qian Lan was completely at a loss in the face of the spreading plague.She had once thought that, with her system's trading mall, she would be able to thrive no matter the circumstances.

But she hadn't expected that once her money ran out, even her so-called immortal system was useless.All because her father insisted on giving handouts to poor villagers to "gain influence and win people's hearts."

Worse still, because Lin Village had too many people, and many ignored hygiene, it wasn't long before someone fell ill.

This discovery threw Qian Lan into panic.In her previous life, she hadn't even lived this long. Now totally flustered, she tried to consult her system—but it gave no response.

Only then did she realize:There had been a hidden rule—if the trading system went unused for more than three days after activation, it would automatically unbind.

And because Qian Lan was illiterate, she never noticed this rule.

Now that her greatest trump card was gone, she completely fell apart.She knew full well that her current status was entirely thanks to that system.Without it, she'd revert back to the pitiful wretch of her previous life.She screamed inside her mind, calling for the system with everything she had—but there was no response at all.

In the end, it seems that even with a second life, without brains, you'll still accomplish nothing.

And just then—

Wang Daya received a system notification:

"Would you like to bind to the Trading System?"