Chapter 332: Really Heartless

As soon as these words were spoken, the atmosphere in the room suddenly became heavy.

The villager who had been talking to Wang Biao quickly stood up and said with a dry laugh, "Well, I have to hurry home to feed the pigs, so I'll be leaving now."

As he spoke, he tugged at Xiaoqiang's mother's arm and said to Song Yanxi, "Pingchuan's wife, I'll come to see you tomorrow to see a doctor."

Xiao Qiang's mother also knew that she had said the wrong thing. Her eyes flickered as she said, "Qiang's father seemed to be calling me. I'll go back and take a look."

She walked to the door, and facing Aunt Wu's questioning gaze, she deliberately said, "Sister Xiumei, I will bring the shoe samples and other things over after breakfast tomorrow."

After saying this, she turned around and hurried out, fearing that she would not be able to leave if she took a step slower.

She said she had nothing to hide, but she herself didn't believe it.

Aunt Wu broke free from her husband's support, her eyes blazing with fire. "Wu Dongsheng, I, Chen Xiumei, have been married to you for most of my life. Today, I just want to hear the truth from you."

She paused, as if thinking of something extremely heartbreaking, and holding her chest, she took a few quick breaths and asked, "Are Dazhuang and Leizi okay?"

Uncle Wu blurted out, "It's okay. What can happen to them in the army?"

As he spoke, he frowned and asked, "Why do you suddenly think of asking this? Did they get into trouble outside and send someone to bring back a message?"

Aunt Wu's eyes reddened even more as she spoke word by word, "Wang Biao said they're gone."

"Bullshit! This bastard, born from a lack of great virtue in his ancestors' graves, actually dared to curse the Dahe brothers."

Uncle Wu rolled up his sleeves and angrily said, "Just wait at home. I'm going to cut off the tongue of that beast who gave birth to a son without an anus!"

As he was about to go out, Aunt Wu grabbed him.

"You old thing, how come you're going backwards at your age? He's big and strong, he could kill you with just one punch."

Seeing Aunt Wu smile, Uncle Wu also showed a simple smile, "His mother, you are not angry anymore, right?"

"I'm not angry anymore. Why should I be angry with a brainless young man?"

Aunt Wu patted her husband's hand and looked at Song Yanxi lovingly, "Pingchuan's wife, I didn't scare you just now, did I?"

Song Yanxi chuckled and shook her head, not missing the flash of pain in Wu Bo's eyes.

Honest people are actually not good at lying.

Especially when facing your significant other with whom you have been for many years.

Uncle Wu's acting skills were not superb, and in her opinion, they were full of flaws.

Even she, an outsider, could notice something was wrong, let alone the person who knew him best in the world.

Unless she was willing to be deceived.

What Wang Biao said is very likely to be true.

The most painful thing in life is to see a loved one die.

Song Yanxi picked up the medical book on the ground and remembered that Aunt Wu had fainted at the village entrance due to a sudden heart attack a few days ago. She felt that she needed to go to the town in person.

In addition to some nourishing and conditioning medicines, she also needs a set of needles.

Let’s not talk about whether it’s convenient for now, at least it can be used. You can’t ask her to use an embroidery needle to give people acupuncture, right?

Speaking of this, it was a coincidence. When Aunt Wu suddenly fell ill and was sent back that day, Uncle Wu happened to be taking Mo Jinchuan into the mountains.

Seeing that Song Yanxi was the only one left at home, the villagers quickly called for an ox cart to take her to town.

At that time, Aunt Wu's face was blue and her lips were crimson purple. There was no way she could survive to reach the town clinic.

If he had not received timely medical treatment, he might not have survived until the villagers came with an ox cart.

As a doctor, Song Yanxi's job is to cure diseases and save lives. He can never stand by and watch someone die.

As for whether something would be exposed, she no longer cared.

By the time Aunt Wu recovered, the villagers who had watched her rescue the man had already spread the news throughout the village.

Hemu Village is very small and everyone is related to each other. Uncle Wu, the good man, didn't know how to refuse others, so he had to come back to ask her opinion.

After all, there was unrest everywhere these days, and taxes were frighteningly high. It was already good enough for the villagers to have enough food to eat, and illness was looked down upon.

In the past, when people came to see Uncle Wu for treatment of minor illnesses or pains, they didn’t ask for money. They would just give him whatever they had at home as a token of appreciation.

Even the chicken that was slaughtered to nourish her body was sent by the villagers when they went to the hospital for treatment.

Song Yanxi naturally wouldn't refuse such a small favor as helping to see a doctor.

Mo Jinchuan was worried about her health and asked her to see only two people every day.

In this way, you won’t be too tired, nor will you reveal too much in front of others and cause unnecessary trouble.

The original guests who had made an appointment today were our neighbor Uncle He and Xiaoqiang's mother, who had always been good friends with Aunt Wu. The uninvited Wang Biao was an accident.

Thinking of him, Song Yanxi couldn't help but frown.

This person is not a good person. He was scared away by Uncle Wu's sudden outburst today, and I'm afraid he is unwilling to swallow this loss.

Forget it. Let’s wait until the prince comes back from the mountains and then we can discuss it.

But she didn't expect that she would have to wait for four or five hours.

It was completely dark outside and the food on the table had been reheated twice, but the tall figure still did not appear at the door.

Uncle Wu was worried and wanted to go out in the dark.

Song Yanxi was about to stop her, but was glared at by Aunt Wu. "You are such a cruel young wife! You don't care about your own man, and you won't let others take care of him?"

Song Yanxi: “…”

As expected, she deserved to poison Ya Mo Jinchuan.

So that he could be like her, speechless, and save him the trouble of coming up with all those gossips.

He didn't even think about it. Aunt Wu had a hot temper like a firecracker. If she knew that he had fooled her for a while, she would be so angry that she would chase him two miles with a broom.

Thinking of the lively scene, Song Yanxi couldn't help but snort coldly.

She wanted to see how he would end up when the time came.

Just as I was thinking about it, I heard Aunt Wu say worriedly, "You are really heartless. It's so cold. I don't know how long those wolves and leopards on the mountain haven't eaten. They will eat people if they meet them."

She sighed, looking towards the courtyard gate and deliberately said, "Pingchuan is such a good young man, how could he have such a heartless wife?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he heard a light laugh from the courtyard.

"Don't say that again, Auntie. My wife will be angry."

Mo Jinchuan strode in, his eyes instantly locked on the slender figure sitting at the table in the dim candlelight, and his brows curved for a moment.

Song Yanxi's eyes met his, but then missed him. She looked at him carefully from head to toe in the dim light, making sure there were no strange bloodstains on his clothes before looking away.

Seeing her reaction, Aunt Wu snorted and said sarcastically, "You've been sleeping in the main room all day long. What can she do even if she's angry? She can't bear to send you out into the snow to freeze to death."

She glanced at the empty back of him and asked curiously, "Where's your Uncle Wu? He just went out to pick you up. How come you two haven't run into each other yet?"

There is only one road from the beginning to the end of the village.

No matter how dark the road was, it was impossible for two people to not see each other when they met and walked past each other.

Mo Jinchuan's eyes flickered, but his expression remained unchanged as he said, "I went to the river to process the mountain products I hunted today. I came back from the end of the village."

"No wonder..." Aunt Wu muttered, then stood up and shouted at the top of her voice, "Dad, it's time for dinner!"

Not long after, Uncle Wu came back rubbing his hands with snowflakes on his head. He was surprised to see Mo Jinchuan there too.

He asked, "Pingchuan, when did you come back? I just ran into your uncle He when I came back from the village entrance. He just came back from the end of the village and said he didn't see you.

Where did you come from?"