"Qin Tian, ​​look!" Li Xiumei pointed at Su Wantang, "She poisoned our son! She's trying to kill him!"

Lu Linchuan immediately shielded Su Wantang behind him, looking at Li Xiumei with icy eyes as if she were a dead person.

Qin Tian didn't look at Li Xiumei. He walked to Xiao Feng's side, squatted down, and looked at him rolling around on the ground with a furrowed brow.

Just then, Su Wantang gently pushed Lu Linchuan away and spoke calmly.

"Uncle, Aunt, don't worry. I know medicine, let me take a look at Xiaofeng."

Li Xiumei was stunned for a moment, then cursed, "You're like a weasel paying respects to a chicken! You just want to harm him again!"

"I believe in Xiao Tang's medical skills! Back then, so many doctors were helpless with my illness, but it was Xiao Tang who pulled me back from the brink of death!" Qin Tian frowned and said, "Let Xiao Tang take a look!"

Su Wantang said calmly, "Xiao Feng, I'm a doctor. I'll just give you an acupuncture."

As she spoke, she took out an acupuncture needle kit from her small cloth bag and slowly unfolded it.

She pulled out a silver needle from it.

The needle was long and thick, gleaming with a chilling light under the lamp.

Su Wantang held the thick silver needle and waved it in front of Xiao Feng, her smile so gentle it was unsettling.

"Little Feng, be good, don't move. I'm going to give you an acupuncture now. Just once, I'll stick it in and drive all the bad stuff out of your tummy, and the pain will stop right away."

Xiao Feng's crying stopped abruptly.

His eyes widened as he stared intently at the approaching, gleaming needle, the pain on his face instantly replaced by overwhelming fear.

"ah--!"

A piercing scream ripped through the sky.

Xiao Feng suddenly jumped up from the ground, hid behind Li Xiumei, trembling all over, and pointed at Su Wantang: "No! I don't want an injection! My stomach doesn't hurt anymore! It doesn't hurt at all! Don't come any closer!"

The courtyard fell into a deathly silence.

Everyone stared in disbelief at the scene.

One second you're in excruciating pain, the next you're full of energy?

Qin Tian's face was so black it could drip ink. He stared intently at his son, then glanced at the bewildered Li Xiumei. What else didn't he understand?

A surge of overwhelming rage exploded within him.

"Fine, very well indeed!" He laughed angrily and grabbed Xiao Feng from behind Li Xiumei.

"Didn't you say you had a stomachache? I think you're just asking for trouble!"

He raised his hand and delivered a resounding slap to Xiao Feng's buttocks!

This isn't a stomachache at all; this is clearly faking illness to frame Xiaotang!

Qin Tian's slap sent Xiao Feng rolling twice on the ground, completely shattering Li Xiumei's last pretense.

Like a mad lioness, she screamed and pounced, pulling Xiao Feng into her arms, her bloodshot eyes fixed on Qin Tian.

"Qin Tian! You're insane! You actually hit a child! How old is he? He's still a child!" Li Xiumei's voice was so shrill it could pierce eardrums, and the veins on her arms, which were holding Xiao Feng tightly, bulged out from the force.

Xiao Feng was terrified by the silver needles in Su Wantang's hand, and now that he had been slapped by his father, he was even more frightened. He started wailing loudly, his cries so loud they almost lifted the roof off.

"Wow—! Someone hit me! Daddy hit me! Waaaaah...it hurts so much..."

Seeing this scene, Qin Tian felt a surge of anger rush to his head. He pointed at his son, who was throwing a tantrum in Li Xiumei's arms, trembling with rage: "Child? Is this how you raise your child? Making him fake illness! Making him frame Wantang! What are you thinking, mother of a man!"