More and more people joined in the commotion, and the conversation became increasingly chaotic. Captain Wu intervened, "Look at you all, you've been so bored these past few days, you can't help but spout nonsense. Shut up!"

When the captain spoke, the people below fell silent.

"Dong Mingming, you're an educated person. Even I, a rough old man, know to get evidence when doing things. Considering this is your first offense, just write a profound self-criticism. Don't you dare to falsely accuse people again. Someone as outstanding as Song Yan was personally praised by the county magistrate."

"I didn't wrong her, I didn't wrong her! Captain, you have to believe me!" Dong Mingming shouted.

Captain Wu had no time to listen to her. "Where's the women's director? These women are all under your jurisdiction. Go and educate them properly. If you encounter someone like this again, send them to the commune." The brigade dispersed.

Everyone was criticizing Dong Mingming. Cheng Youfu and Chen Xiaobei and a few others ran past her, almost knocking her over.

Dong Mingming was both angry and resentful, but there was nothing she could do.

Wang Wenjuan then called Dong Mingming over and gave her a thorough dressing-down.

Gao Weijie genuinely didn't hear anything. Pan Bo chuckled, "I didn't hear anything either!"

He Jianian believed Dong Mingming's words. Song Yan was a cunning and ruthless man. But he dared not say anything, and he was barely able to protect himself. Wu Meili was now starting to feel a little disgusted with herself. It wasn't even certain whose child it was, and she hadn't even lost her temper yet!

Whether others believe it or not, nobody said anything.

Chen Xiaobei pulled Cheng Youfu to find Song Yan, "Second sister-in-law, Youfu wants to go hunting!" He called Wei Aiguo his second brother.

"Get out of here! When did I ever want to hunt?" Cheng Youfu cursed.

"If I didn't use your name, would I be able to get your sister's help?" Chen Xiaobei chuckled.

Sister-in-law Cheng said, "Little sister, you have no idea how many people want to go hunting with you. These people are too embarrassed to come directly to you, so they've all come to me and your third sister-in-law's place. I don't even know how many of them have come."

Song Yan: "Sister-in-law, don't pay them any mind. Spring is the time for all things to multiply, and it's the rule not to hunt. Don't they know that? Didn't they see that I only caught one male rabbit at most?"

Actually, Song Yan wasn't even thinking about catching rabbits; she could just take one out of her spatial storage. But ever since the flow of the second spring increased, she'd been more likely to encounter prey whenever she went out.

She didn't dare catch the roe deer she encountered, afraid it would remind her mother-in-law of painful memories. She really didn't dare venture deeper into the forest now, afraid of encountering large animals…

Everyone could hear Wang Wenjuan's curses, and Dong Mingming was so ashamed she almost died. She hurriedly ran away.

When Dong Mingming turned around and saw that everyone was surrounding Song Yan or Li Yuanzhao, she was filled with hatred.

Song Yan sensed someone staring at her and suddenly turned around to meet Dong Mingming's gaze. Song Yan's eyes were dark and unfathomable again.

Dong Mingming yelled, "Look at that look in her eyes, she looks like she wants to eat me alive. She'll get revenge on me! Ah!"

Erzhuang's wife went up and slapped her across the face, saying, "How dare you shirk your responsibility to my sister-in-law?"

Dong Mingming wanted to fight back, but she knew she couldn't beat Erzhuang's wife, who was strong and muscular. People around immediately intervened to stop the fight, and Erzhuang's wife pinched her several times.

"If I find out you're lying again, I'll tear your mouth off," Erzhuang's wife said as she left.

“I’m going to find the captain, you can hit me then,” Dong Mingming roared.

"Go ahead and look! Go ahead and look!" Erzhuang's wife turned around and kicked her a few more times.

It's not uncommon for women to fight two or three times a day in the village. The village head doesn't care. He'd be exhausted if he had to manage everything!

…

After Lao Du returned, he told them what had happened. It would be a lie to say they weren't moved. They still vividly remembered how their relatives, friends, and even their children had treated them after the incident.

Compared to the others, especially Lao Liao and Lao Han, Lao Han possessed exceptional medical skills, and Song Yan's interest in medicine was obvious to everyone. The skills Lao Du and Lao Han taught Song Yan were also useful. What Lao Liao taught was optional for Song Yan; even if he learned it, it probably wouldn't be of much use. In short, Lao Liao was of little use to Song Yan.

Song Yan did this because of his feelings.

After taking his medicine and drinking some canned soup, Old Liao felt a bit better. "Why did this child have to do that? Don't bring trouble upon yourself."

At this point, how many people would dare to speak up for them? Who would dare to stand up for them? Who would be willing to give them even a single extra grain of rice?

Old Du: "Do you think we'll ever have a chance to turn things around?"

Everyone understands what Lao Du means.

Everyone fell silent.

Around 9 p.m., Song Yan brought Lao Liao his medicine for tomorrow.

Old Han: "She took the medicine and sweated it out, and the fever subsided. But her constitution is too weak, so we can't give her too much medicine. It's all thanks to the good food we fed her all winter. Otherwise..."

Song Yan: "I went to the county hospital today and got some more medicine. The combined treatment of traditional Chinese and Western medicine will be more effective and faster."

When Song Yan took out the syringe to give Lao Liao an injection, they were moved once again. This kid is too... Doing these things is not only a matter of money, but also troublesome, and you'll owe favors.

Old Han: "Can you?"

Song Yan laughed. Old Han was a traditional Chinese medicine practitioner from a family with a long history of practice; he only dealt with pure traditional Chinese medicine. He really didn't know how to do the things Song Yan was tinkering with.

At the hospital where Song Yan used to work, traditional Chinese medicine had already been integrated with modern technology. In the TCM ward, injections and IV drips were still necessary. Having interacted with the nurses a lot in the ward, she learned how to administer IVs and injections for convenience.

Old Han was a little worried, "It can be dangerous if the intramuscular injection site is not accurate."

What could Song Yan say? "I learned a lot from the nurses today."

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