Dachunniang blinked and regained consciousness. After hearing what her son said, she realized that her headache didn't seem to hurt anymore, not at all.

Dachunniang sat up and rubbed the area that usually hurt, and the pain really went away.

"Dachun, did you give me some medicine? Why don't I feel any pain at all?"

Liu Dachun's eyes widened in shock. He looked at his mother and then at Song Yun. "Song Zhiqing, you really know how to heal this disease?"

Song Ziyi, who was standing at the door of the internal clinic, couldn't bear it anymore and shouted, "You people are really interesting. Do you think that a foot doctor's medical qualification certificate can be obtained easily? This is practicing medicine, a matter of life and death, who dares to issue a certificate casually? If my sister can't treat the disease, can the cadres of the town health hospital issue this medical certificate to my sister? If something goes wrong, won't they be held responsible?" Song Ziyi's voice was very loud, not only for Liu Dachun to hear, but also for those people outside who questioned his sister's medical skills.

Song Ziyi almost pointed at these people and asked if they had no brains.

Seeing that her beloved brother had almost finished speaking, Song Yun came out of the internal clinic, glanced at the embarrassed-looking onlookers, and finally fixed her eyes on Zhao Xiaomei.

I didn't have time to deal with her just now, and now it's time to settle the score.

As soon as Zhao Xiaomei met Song Yun's cold eyes, she immediately thought of the times she was beaten by Song Yun before. She felt something was wrong and turned around to run away.

Would Song Yun give her this chance? She took two steps forward, grabbed her braid, and pulled her back with force. The pain made Zhao Xiaomei scream like a pig being slaughtered.

This was not the end. After pulling the person back, Song Yun slapped her twice in the face. The slaps were so loud and crisp that Zhao Xiaomei saw stars.

"Ah!" Zhao Xiaomei screamed, "Why are you hitting me? I'm going to fight you."

Zhao Xiaomei was slapped in public again. She was angry and ashamed. With her personality, how could she swallow this? In a rage, she pounced on Song Yun like a madman.

Song Yun dodged to the side, and Ziyi on the side quietly threw a stone at Zhao Xiaomei's calf. Zhao Xiaomei didn't get hit, but fell to the ground.

Song Yun squatted down beside Zhao Xiaomei, grabbed her braid with one hand, and forced her to raise her angry and painful face. How could she not be in pain? Her mouth was swollen from the fall.

"Zhao Xiaomei, didn't I tell you not to provoke me, and don't try to throw dirty water on me or accuse me, otherwise I will beat you up every time I see you."

Seeing Zhao Xiaomei wanted to speak, she took the initiative and said, "I know you want to report me again. Fine, I'll accompany you to the end. But when you report me, you must explain everything clearly. How dare you slander me with a single word—" Song Yun smiled and said in a low voice, "Remember what happened to Li Lin? If you want to go and keep her company, I can help you."

Zhao Xiaomei was so angry that she almost gritted her teeth, but she had no way to deal with Song Yun. This bitch, she won't listen to any soft words or hard tactics. Just wait and see, one day I will get the handle on you, and then we will see who will kill whom.