Quick Transmigration: The Pregnant Little Fairy is Pampered by the Heirless Boss

Chapter 318 Era: XCMG's Simple-minded Wife 22

As a twisted steel plate was being moved by a crane, rescue workers suddenly shouted, "There's someone here!"

Ji Xiaosong's heart stopped beating.

She saw several rescuers carefully lifting a figure out of the rubble.

That familiar army green work uniform with frayed cuffs had been stained brown with blood.

"Alive! Still breathing!" The medical staff's shouts pierced the gloom like a bolt of lightning.

Ji Xiaosong finally burst into tears.

She staggered toward the stretcher and saw Xu Weidong's blood-stained face, his eyes slightly open.

“Three…” His lips moved.

Ji Xiaosong held her husband's hand, the same hand that had once drawn up blueprints that changed the history of China's steel industry, but now it was frighteningly cold.

“Two sons and one daughter,” she said, her voice choked with emotion, “Zhigang, Zhitie, and Nian’an.”

Xu Weidong's lips curled up slightly, and then he closed his eyes.

Ji Xiaosong took the opportunity to transfer spiritual energy to him, and with this, Xu Weidong's life could definitely be saved.

As for the others, she secretly sent them spiritual energy as well, ensuring that everyone who was still alive after the accident would survive.

The medical staff hurriedly lifted him into the ambulance. Ji Xiaosong wanted to follow, but was stopped by a nurse: "Comrade, you have to take care of yourself first!"

Watching the ambulance drive away, Ji Xiaosong slowly squatted down.

Bloodstains were seeping through her work pants, but her heart was more resolute than ever before.

Behind them, the steelworkers had regrouped and begun clearing the rubble.

“Sister-in-law…” Lin Xiaomei supported her trembling shoulders, “Shall we take you home? The children need you…”

Ji Xiaosong shook her head and pointed to the row of damaged miniature crucibles: "No, I have to stay here. Wei Dong's experiment is not finished yet."

The old factory manager suddenly raised his head: "But your health..."

“Back when we were fighting the Japanese devils,” Ji Xiaosong wiped away her tears and straightened her back, “women could carry children and deliver ammunition. Now, the data that my husband risked his life for must not be wasted.”

She walked to the workbench and picked up Xu Weidong's notebook.

The familiar handwriting recorded the parameters of the final test, and the last line read: "If successful, it will be named 'Great Wall No. 3' in memory of Xiaosong and the children."

Sunlight pierced through the clouds and shone on Ji Xiaosong's pale face.

Behind her, the steel mill's whistle blared, like a cry of an era.

*

After organizing all of Xu Weidong's notes, Ji Xiaosong took the notes home.

At this moment, Ji Dan had also arrived.

"Xiao Song, who is this...?" Aunt Zhang looked at the woman at the door with suspicion.

This woman, who called herself Ji Dan, wore a faded blue cloth shirt and carried a patched bundle. The strangest thing about her was her eyes, which were excessively black, like two bottomless ancient wells.

Ji Xiaosong leaned against the kang (a heated brick bed), her face still somewhat pale: "Aunt Zhang, this is my cousin, she came from our hometown."

She turned to Ji Dan, "Cousin, this is Aunt Zhang. We've been so grateful for her care these past few days."

Ji Dan bowed slightly and took out a crumpled letter of introduction from his bundle: "This is a certificate issued by the commune. I heard that my cousin gave birth to triplets, and my family asked me to come and help."

Her voice was just the right amount of softness, with a touch of local accent yet clear and articulate pronunciation.

Aunt Zhang took the letter and squinted at it for a long time. In fact, she couldn't read either, but the bright red official seal on the paper was undeniable.

"Oh, that's great! Xiao Song was just worried about not having anyone to lend a hand!" She suddenly leaned closer to Ji Dan, "Your hands..."

Ji Dan gently stroked the crying Xu Nian'an, and the child immediately calmed down.

Aunt Zhang noticed that her fingers were unusually long and slender, really beautiful, but they had a lot of calluses.

"I was used to doing farm work back in my hometown."

Ji Dan withdrew his hand without making a sound, and took out a coarse cloth bag from his bundle. "I brought some dried goods from the mountains. I'll make soup for everyone at noon."

In the kitchen, Ji Dan's pupils contracted slightly, and his visual mode switched to the molecular level.

To it, the radish on the cutting board becomes a combination of carbohydrates and vitamins.

It took out a nano-cooker from a hidden pocket in its collar, disguised as an ordinary copper thimble.

"Cousin, your knife skills are amazing..."

Aunt Liu stared wide-eyed as the shredded radish turned into even silver threads under Ji Dan's knife.

Ji Dan smiled in a formulaic way: "Country folks are efficient at their work."

It subtly releases a calming fragrance, a tranquilizer from the interstellar era that helps breastfeeding mother Ji Xiaosong rest better.

Three babies lay side by side on the kang (a heated brick bed), and Ji Dan's ear chip received their vital signs.

Xu Zhigang's body temperature was slightly elevated, so it took out a miniature cooling patch from the "hidden compartment" of the bundle, disguising it as a traditional folk remedy plaster from its hometown.

"My cousin knows so much." Ji Xiaosong watched Ji Dan skillfully wrap the baby.

"This is something I practiced for when my sister had her baby. Okay, sister, you rest now, I'll go wash the diapers."

Ji Dan worked quickly and efficiently, and also prepared some food to send to Xu Weidong. As soon as it was ready, Ji Xiaosong took it to the hospital.

*

The steel mill hospital always smelled of a mixture of disinfectant and rust.

Ji Xiaosong carried an aluminum lunchbox through the corridor, her fingertips lightly tracing the wall.

Spiritual energy seeped into the cracks between the bricks like a gentle stream, healing every wounded person in this weary building.

"Xu Gong can drink porridge today," the nurse whispered to her. "It's a miracle, such a severe injury..."

In the ward, Xu Weidong had bandages wrapped around his head and his left leg in a cast, hanging in mid-air.

Seeing his wife come in, he struggled to sit up: "Child..."

"All is well." Ji Xiaosong pressed him down and took the opportunity to inject spiritual energy into his spine. "My cousin came from our hometown to help."

She opened the lunchbox, and the aroma immediately filled the ward.

This is chicken soup made by Ji Dan using molecular recombination technology. It looks ordinary, but it actually contains precisely proportioned restorative nutrients.

"The factory..." Xu Weidong spoke each word as if enduring pain, "...data..."

Ji Xiaosong stirred the chicken soup with a spoon: "Technician Lin and the girls have finished organizing all the data."

She didn't explain how the charred notebooks were restored to their original state through her spiritual power.

Suddenly, a commotion arose outside the window.

Several workers pushed a flatbed cart past, piled high with twisted metal parts—the remains of an exploded blast furnace.

Ji Xiaosong's pupils contracted slightly as she recognized one of the miniature crucibles designed by Xu Weidong.

"Old Xu!" Old Li, the head of the technical department, rushed in, but stopped awkwardly when he saw Ji Xiaosong. "Um..."

Ji Xiaosong tactfully got up: "I'll go get some hot water."

As she walked out the door, she heard Old Li's hushed voice: "The inspection team from Country M has arrived ahead of schedule, saying they want to see our 'homemade steelmaking'..."

"Didn't they already send one group before? Why is another group showing up now?"