"Mother, your daughter-in-law begs you, please take out one hundred wen to see a doctor for Qiner!"

"Mother, even my son is kneeling before you. Qiner's body can no longer hold up, so I had to send him to the town. Mother, please give your son one hundred copper coins so he can go to the town and find a doctor."

"Sun, please beg for money to save your fourth sister!"

"Grandson, I beg you!"

“………”

It's so noisy, my head... hurts so much!

This was Shen Biqin's first thought as her consciousness returned. She desperately wanted to open her eyes, but they felt like they were weighed down by a thousand pounds, no matter how hard she tried, it was useless.

“I wouldn't even pay for that good-for-nothing wretch to see a doctor. He was nothing but a sickly weakling, dead and gone is best. Just get out of my sight! I'm telling you, even if you die kneeling, I won't give you a single copper coin. Get lost!” A shrill, grating voice pierced Shen Biqin’s ears.

"... With a bang," something struck the door panel.

"Oh! Mother, how are you?"

"Why are you pushing Mommy, boo hoo... Daddy, Mommy's head is bleeding!"

"My lady, how are you? My lady, wake up!"

"Why are you crying? It's not like it's dough, you won't die! I'm telling you, I don't have money, so don't bother me if you have nothing important to say!"

Suddenly, the sound of a child's crying, a man's anxious shouts, and an old woman's sharp scolding echoed through the house. The deafening noise stimulated Shen Biqin's head, making her pain even worse.

Shen Biqin didn't know what was going on. She had clearly died from carbon monoxide poisoning, yet she could still hear sounds. Could it be that she hadn't died and had been saved?

Before Shen Biqin could figure out what was going on, a massive amount of unfamiliar information flooded her mind, overwhelming the little consciousness she had just regained. She plunged back into darkness.

"Mother, your wounds haven't healed yet, and you've already been up for two days and two nights. Here, let me take care of this. Please have a rest for a while."

When Shen Biqin's consciousness gradually returned, a gentle and caring voice reached her ears.

"Qiner has been in a coma for two days. The doctor said she won't wake up in three days. Qiner just... *sniff*... What happened to Qiner? Wasn't she fine all the time? How come her illness suddenly worsened?"

The woman was almost speechless with grief. Shen Bichen tightened her grip on the hand holding hers, feeling the rough calluses against her skin but also a surprising warmth emanating from it.

Upon hearing this, Shen Biqin finally confirmed that the extraneous and unfamiliar memories swirling in her mind were indeed real. She had died, but also been reborn – reborn into the body of a nine-year-old child in ancient times.

Although I don't yet know what dynasty this is, I do know that this reborn family has the kind of close-knit relatives they always yearned for in their previous life. It's a complete and warm home filled with a father, mother, and siblings!

Home... how much I yearn for it!

"Mother, Dr. Chen said that without a century-old ginseng medicine, the fourth sister is probably not going to make it. Although only three slices are needed, together with other herbs, it will still cost five taels of silver in total. That much silver won't be given!"

Mother, you just...just let your daughter marry! Didn't you say the groom is giving fifty taels of silver as dowry? Even if it’s...even if it's less than that, they should still give our family at least five taels, right? That way, the fourth sister will be saved.

Shen Biqin was just thinking when that weak voice sounded again, its tone choked with sorrow, but without resentment or unwillingness.

Now Shen BiqIn understood. The voice belonged to her elder sister, Shen Bixue. The woman who spoke before must have been their mother, Shen Lin.

"Bang..."

As soon as Shen Bixue finished speaking, the door to the room was kicked open with a bang.