Under the scorching sun.

More and more people gathered to watch the spectacle, forming a circle around them. No one spoke, their eyes fixed intently on the three figures on the haystack.

Uncle Song's face was deathly pale, cold sweat pouring from his forehead. His body was stiff, and his hands gripped the straw beside him tightly.

His knuckles had turned white from the excessive force. It wasn't the pain from the wounds, but the fear he had.

Ask yourself, who can watch their own wound being stitched up like clothing and remain unfazed?

Wang Qianqian used both hands, concentrating intently on stitching up Uncle Song's wound. She bit her lip, her forehead covered in sweat from nervousness, but her hands moved the needle very steadily.

Song Yueying was very satisfied with her performance. She wiped her sweat while teaching her how to do it.

"The sewing is complete. Tie a knot and you can cut the thread." As Song Yueying finished speaking, a pair of scissors was handed to Wang Qianqian.

Following instructions, Wang Qianqian tied a knot in the thread, took the scissors, and deftly cut the stitches. Holding a needle in one hand and scissors in the other, she sat down on the ground as if all her strength had left her.

She was trembling uncontrollably, her mind was still blank, and she couldn't believe that she had actually performed a suturing procedure.

Seeing his wife like this, Wang Aimin felt very distressed. He went to her side, wiping the sweat from her forehead, and asked, "Are you alright?"

Wang Qianqian turned to look at him, her expression as if she was about to cry, but she answered decisively, "It's okay, I'm fine."

Hearing that she was alright, Wang Aimin's heart, which had been hanging in suspense, instantly relaxed. "Qianqian, you did a great job, very well. As your husband, I am proud of you."

"Really...really?" Wang Qianqian asked in a trembling voice.

"Really, you did a great job, very well!" Wang Aimin nodded heavily, his tone full of certainty.

On the other side.

Song Yueying explained the follow-up wound care to Wang Muxiang and Song Rumeng, "Even in a dry paddy field without water, the chance of infection is still very high when suturing a wound."

"Therefore, you must apply this ointment around the wound every day after you get home until the wound scabs over."

"Try to avoid getting the wound wet before it scabs over, in order to avoid increasing the risk of infection."

As Song Yueying spoke, she took out a tube of ointment from her small medicine box. She squeezed some onto a piece of oiled paper that had been cut into small pieces, wrapped it up, and handed it to Wang Muxiang.

“I can’t remember all of that. You live next door to us. Just come over every day to apply the ointment to your uncle.” Wang Muxiang didn’t take the small oil paper package.

Song Yueying frowned, her gaze towards Wang Muxiang turning colder.

Seeing her frown, Wang Muxiang, as if she had caught her in a compromising situation, shouted, "Song Yueying, what's with that expression? Don't you agree with me?"

"You need to understand, the injured person is your own uncle. We didn't ask you to take care of him or serve him. We just asked you to come and apply ointment to him every day. Is that too much to ask?"

“It’s the busy season for both harvesting and planting, and everyone is very busy. I’m so busy every day that I simply don’t have time to take care of the injured.”

“You have nothing to do at home all day, so you can take care of him for a while. You don’t need to do much, just bring him three meals a day.”

As soon as Wang Muxiang finished speaking, the people around her began to talk.

“Wang Muxiang is right. Song Laoda is Doctor Song’s uncle. It is only natural for a niece to take care of her uncle.”

"Yes! Yes! Wang Muxiang is right. It's the double harvest season now, and everyone is busy bringing the ripe rice into the barn and then quickly planting the second crop."

“I think Aunt Wang is wrong. It’s true that Dr. Song is Uncle Song’s niece. But she’s just a niece. How can a niece take care of her uncle?”

"I agree."

“I agree. Uncle Song has a wife, children, and grandchildren. Why should his niece take care of him?”

"Isn't this a double harvest season?"

“The double harvest is not an excuse for Aunt Wang’s family to shirk their responsibilities. It is really going too far to shift their responsibilities to others.”

The discussion among the crowd grew louder, with some agreeing with Wang Muxiang and others feeling that she had gone too far.

"Shut up, all of you!" Wang Muxiang shouted, her gaze sweeping over the faces of those who disagreed. "You're all just meddling in other people's business."

"You're just bored and have nothing better to do, huh?"

"It's none of your business how my family behaves. Instead of wasting your time interfering in my family's affairs, you should do some more work."

Those people were red-faced from her scolding, but dared not utter a word of anger.

A cold laugh rang out, and Wang Muxiang roared, "Laughing? Who's laughing? Step forward! If I don't teach you a lesson today, you won't know how powerful I am!"

"How are you going to deal with me?" Song Yueying asked calmly. "Perfect, I also want to see how powerful you are."

The angrier she got, the colder her tone became. Having been under the blazing sun for so long, Song Yueying was already irritable, and now Wang Muxiang was provoking her even more.

Anyone could tell that Song Yueying's words were a provocation. Song Rumeng's brow twitched, and a bad premonition arose within her.

Turning around abruptly, Wang Muxiang's gaze locked onto Song Yueying. Ah! So this little slut was mocking her. If she didn't teach her a lesson today, she wouldn't be Wang Muxiang.

Wang Muxiang squinted and asked, "Was it you who was laughing?"

"Otherwise what?" Song Yueying retorted.

“Song Yueying…” Wang Muxiang started to curse again, but was interrupted by Song Yueying.

“My ears aren’t deaf, you don’t need to yell like that, and…” Song Yueying paused, then said, “It’s not that whoever shouts the loudest is right.”

"Besides, have I been too good-tempered lately, making you forget what I used to be like?"

Everyone should still remember what kind of temper the original owner had.

People around gasped, clearly remembering what Song Yueying was like in the past. Mainly, the original owner of this body had left such a deep impression on the villagers that they couldn't forget her even if they wanted to.

Song Yueying looked at Wang Muxiang with a half-smile, "You said I had nothing to do at home, so where did the medicine I gave you come from? Did it fall from the sky?"

"Since that's the case, I don't want the work points the brigade is giving me from today onwards."

"Anyone who comes to me for medical treatment or to treat injuries will have to pay."

"Uncle Song's house call fee for today is five yuan. Please settle it now, Aunt Wang."

"What did you say? What did you just call me?" Wang Muxiang looked at Song Yueying in disbelief. "I'm your aunt, and you actually called me Aunt Wang?"

"Song Yueying, you ungrateful wretch, you heartless scoundrel! You want five yuan to treat your own uncle's injury? How dare you?"

“I really don’t dare,” Song Yueying replied. “I don’t dare to claim kinship with your family anymore. It’s only natural for a niece to take care of her uncle. How could you say something like that?”

"It's hilarious. His wife and children aren't dead, so why should I take care of them?"

"Besides, five yuan is a very cheap price for you. The consultation fee, wound cleaning fee, needle and thread fee, labor fee, and medicine fee are all charged to you for only five yuan. It's all out of consideration for our fellow villagers."

The onlookers couldn't help but gasp as Song Yueying rattled off so many fees. It turned out that getting Dr. Song to treat the injury would cost so much.

Previously, the brigade gave Song Yueying work points, so no one else had to pay a single penny.

Now she doesn't want work points anymore, she just wants money. What should we do?

“You…you…” Wang Muxiang pointed at Song Yueying, too angry to speak.

"Have I ever said that I hate it when people point at me? It makes me think..." Before Song Yueying could finish speaking, Wang Muxiang withdrew her finger.

And she hid her hands behind her back, not forgetting the incident where Song Yueying broke Mengmeng's fingers.

Seeing Wang Muxiang back down, Song Yueying sneered.

"Cousin, how could you do this?" Song Rumeng looked at Song Yueying with a sad expression, her voice choked with sobs, and said, "My mother is your aunt, she's your elder!"

"How...how could you speak to your elders like that?"

"So you're still alive?" Song Yueying looked at Song Rumeng with a smile. "You didn't even pretend to be dead. When your mother asked me to take care of your father, why didn't you show up?"

Seeing Song Yueying's malicious smile, Song Rumeng's heart skipped a beat. Before she could say anything, she heard Song Yueying's next words.

She was completely devastated.

She had intended to feign weakness to gain sympathy, but Song Yueying ruthlessly exposed her.

Seeing his wife and daughter speechless after being rebuked by Song Yueying, Uncle Song roared in a deep voice, "Song Yueying, I am your uncle, your own uncle."

"And then?" Song Yueying neither admitted nor denied, simply asking those three words casually.

Uncle Song's face contorted with rage, feeling as if he had punched a piece of cotton.

Too lazy to waste any more words with this family, Song Yueying glanced around at everyone, finally fixing her gaze on the captain's face. She spoke calmly, "Captain, what I just said was not a joke."

“From today onwards, the brigade will no longer record work points for me, and whoever comes to me for medical treatment will have to pay.”

"Don't talk to me about feelings for each other in the village. I'm not one for feelings."

Before the captain could say anything, Song Yueying turned to look at Wang Qianqian sitting on the ground and said, "Put the scissors and needle and thread in the first-aid kit, take the first-aid kit and come with me."

“Okay.” This time, Wang Qianqian replied without the slightest hesitation.

Song Yueying nodded and left.

The onlookers made way for her and watched her leave.

Fearing Song Yueying might change her mind, Wang Qianqian hurriedly put the needle, thread, and scissors back into the small medicine box. As she stood up, carrying the medicine box, her legs went weak, and she almost collapsed back to the ground…

Wang Aimin, who was standing next to her, caught her in time.

The two exchanged a glance, everything understood without a word. Wang Aimin asked the captain for half an hour's leave, citing the excuse of taking his wife home, and helped Wang Qianqian chase after Song Yueying.

Watching the three figures leave one after the other, the crowd began to discuss it again.

"Is Little Wang, the educated youth,... terrified?"

"Of course! Didn't you see her legs were so weak she could barely walk? Come to think of it, Xiao Wang is a girl after all, so it's normal for her to be timid."

"If it were you, would you dare to sew up someone's wound with a needle and thread?"

"I definitely wouldn't dare."

"I would dare, but I'm too old. Oh, by the way, do you think young Wang, the educated youth, is really going to study medicine with Doctor Song?"

"I think so!"

"So... Dr. Song said that he will charge us for medical treatment and injury care from now on, is that true?"

"We're not sure about that; we'll have to ask the captain." So, everyone surrounded the captain and asked him all the questions they were most concerned about.

The captain regretfully told them that it was true.

Everyone looked at Wang Muxiang and Song Rumeng with resentment, but the team leader ignored them. He selected two strong laborers from the crowd to carry Uncle Song home, while the rest continued working.

Wang Muxiang and Song Rumeng were furious at the villagers' complaints. From then on, they hated Song Yueying to the core.

Especially Song Rumeng, who is Song Yueying's cousin, and the injured person is her father. Song Yueying didn't teach her how to stitch up wounds, but instead taught Wang Qianqian, a completely unrelated educated youth.

Was that teaching medicine? That was slapping her cousin in the face.

"Song Yueying, I will not let her go, I absolutely will not." Song Rumeng murmured to herself, quickly catching up with the people carrying her father.

Wang Aimin and Wang Qianqian had reached the village entrance. He supported his wife and comforted her as they walked, saying, "It's normal to be scared since this is your first time stitching up someone's wound. You'll get used to it."

He wanted to help his wife carry the small medicine box, but she wouldn't let him.

Wang Qianqian was taken aback, then realized he had mistakenly thought her legs were weak from fear. She smiled and explained, "My legs aren't weak from fear, they're just numb from squatting for too long."

"I'm all better now, you don't need to support me anymore."

"Really?" Wang Aimin stopped and looked at Wang Qianqian in surprise.

"Of course it's true, look if you don't believe me." Breaking free from Wang Aimin's hand, Wang Qianqian spun around in front of him and patted her legs.

Wang Aimin then believed that she was truly healed, and the two walked and talked.

"Aimin, thank you so much for today. Thank you for your encouragement and support." Wang Qianqian said solemnly, "Without your encouragement and support, I would never have dared to agree to study medicine with Dr. Song."

“Fool, we’re husband and wife. There’s no need for husband and wife to say thank you,” Wang Aimin said. “Two years ago, when we first came to the countryside, we had no one to rely on.”

"After we got married, we became each other's support."

“I’ve always known that your dream is to study medicine. Today, Dr. Song is willing to give you this opportunity. How can I bear to see you miss it?”

“We will always rely on each other.” Wang Qianqian nodded. He was right. She would definitely regret missing the opportunity to study medicine under Dr. Song.

This is why she hesitated to refuse Doctor Song.

Wang Qianqian said excitedly, "When Dr. Song asked me to stitch up the wound, I was really startled. After realizing that she wanted to teach me about medicine, I was so excited that I couldn't speak for a long time."

"I never dreamed that my dream would come true one day."

"I really wanted to take the needle and thread from her hands, but I didn't dare."

“I heard someone nearby say that I was too timid to suture Uncle Song, so she would do it. Song Rumeng also said that Uncle Song was her father, and she would suture him herself.”

"I was extremely anxious, but when I heard Dr. Song refuse, I breathed a sigh of relief."

"I was really torn at the time."