"Little Shadow, you still haven't answered me. Do you believe me?" Song's mother stubbornly demanded an answer, shaking Song Yueying's hand as she did so.

"I believe you, I definitely believe you," Song Yueying replied decisively.

Perhaps because her answer was too straightforward, Song's mother no longer believed her. With red eyes, she accused her, "You don't believe me? You said you believed me, but you're lying to me."

But I really don't have a son, I only have you as my daughter!

She hadn't believed it, but she hadn't expected her mother to see through it. Seeing her mother's red eyes and the look that she was about to cry, Song Yueying felt helpless.

Qi Yanjue looked at the mother and daughter in front of him. One tried to explain that she had no son, while the other looked helpless. "I'll listen to your explanation, but I just don't believe it."

Adding to the fact that he vaguely overheard the conversation between the mother and daughter while changing clothes in the room, Qi Yanjue came to a conclusion that left him speechless.

Song Yueying mistakenly believed that she was her mother's son.

As the saying goes, a son-in-law is half a son, but he really didn't want to go from being a son-in-law to a son. Besides, he came here to get a divorce from Song Yueying.

“I am not your aunt’s son,” Qi Yanjue said in a deep voice.

Looking up at him, Song Yueying chuckled twice, giving him a "see if I believe you" look. He's already called her "Mom," and he still denies he's not her son? Who would believe that?

Now they've changed their address to "auntie," but it's too late.

“Little Shadow, see? I told you you wouldn’t believe me, but now he’s saying he’s not my son. You should believe me now.” Song’s mother was overjoyed, as if she had found a witness.

"I believe you, of course I believe you." Song Yueying said this to coax her mother. Seeing that her mother was happy, she took the opportunity to break free from her mother's grasp.

This time, Song's mother didn't realize that Song Yueying was just trying to coax her; she simply assumed her daughter finally believed her. She smiled happily and turned around to see Qi Yanjue still standing there.

"Xiao Qi, why are you still standing here?" Song's mother asked, puzzled.

She didn't forget that Xiao Qi's stomach was growling with hunger, nor did she forget that she had called him to eat chicken soup.

If he doesn't stand here, where should he stand? Before Qi Yanjue could reply, he remembered that Song's mother had asked him to go eat chicken soup earlier, and he was waiting for Song Yueying to speak.

Seeing that he didn't know how to respond, Song Yueying moved closer to Qi Yanjue. She reached out to pat his shoulder, but then remembered his injuries and decided against it.

She leaned her head close to his shoulder and whispered, "Brother, Mom's a little confused. You'll get used to it."

Brother…Mom…Does she really consider him her brother? Qi Yanjue didn’t hear what she said after that; his attention was entirely focused on how she addressed him.

Good heavens, after not seeing his wife for a year, she ran back to the countryside, got married, and automatically became his sister.

"Damn sister, I'd have to be crazy to be your brother!" Qi Yanjue was about to yell when a metallic taste filled his throat, he turned around, spat out a mouthful of blood, and collapsed.

"Hey! What's wrong with you?" Song Yueying quickly reached out to support his falling body.

Unfortunately, her body was too weak and she lacked strength. She couldn't support Qi Yanjue's tall frame at all, and was instead pressed down to the ground by his strength.

If you're going to be someone else's scapegoat, you're bound to fall hard. Song Yueying instinctively closed her eyes.

Driven by instinct, Qi Yanjue used his last bit of consciousness to switch their positions, using himself as a shield for her.

The sudden situation startled Song's mother, leaving her stunned.

She fell on him again, and without thinking, Song Yueying got up to check on him. The pungent smell of blood was getting stronger, indicating that his wounds had reopened.

The person also lost consciousness.

The white pills she had given him hadn't fully taken effect before the wound reopened...

Sigh, she has to continue living in the original owner's body, and naturally, the original owner's family has to acknowledge her.

Song Yueying called out to her mother, "Mom, come help me, let's carry him to the bed inside the house together."

The word "Mom" startled Song's mother, who stared at her daughter in disbelief. Long ago, her daughter had said she would never call her "Mom" again.

Her mother can't be crazy.

Just now, her daughter called her mother, called her mother! Tears welled up in Song's mother's eyes instantly. Through her blurry vision, she saw her daughter undressing a man, and Song's mother's face changed drastically.

He quickly wiped away his tears and squatted down to grab Song Yueying's hands.

"Little Shadow, why are you taking off his clothes?" Although Song's mother was not in her right mind, she still remembered the taboo that men and women should not take off their clothes casually.

"He is a man, you can't take his clothes off."

“His wound has reopened; how can we clean it without taking off his clothes?” After saying this, Song Yueying broke free from her mother’s hand and continued to unbutton Qi Yanjue’s shirt.

Before the buttons on his shirt were fully undone, Song's mother noticed that the gauze wrapped around Qi Yanjue's shoulder was already stained red with blood. "He's bleeding."

"Yes, he bled quite a bit." Song Yueying had already figured it out. She had to be direct when talking to her mother, so she explained, "That's why I had to take off his clothes."

"If we don't wipe the blood off him before putting him on the bed, he'll stain our sheets and blankets."

"He'll get our sheets and blankets dirty, so let him lie on the floor," Song's mother muttered to herself. She knew how difficult it was to get the sheets and blankets clean, as her daughter often made her wash them.

Song Yueying glanced at her mother speechlessly... "I'm sure of it, you're his biological mother." She deftly removed Qi Yanjue's shirt, before her mother could even stop her.

Seeing that the gauze wrapped around Qi Yanjue's shoulders, arms, and waist was stained red with blood, Song's mother was terrified.

"So much blood, so much blood, he... he's bleeding so much, will he... die?" Song's mother asked in a trembling voice, her whole body shaking uncontrollably.

A blurry, bloody image suddenly flashed through her mind, and Song's mother trembled even more violently.

"Don't be afraid, he won't die." Song Yueying reached out and squeezed her mother's trembling hand. She had never seen such a bloody scene before, so it was understandable that she was afraid.

With her there, he won't die.

Looking at her daughter's calm face, Song's mother seemed to gain strength; she was less afraid, and her body stopped trembling. She even asked, "Little Shadow, weren't you afraid when you saw so much blood?"

"I'm a village doctor, I'm not afraid." Song Yueying shook her head. Before she transmigrated, she had seen far more bloody scenes than this, and not just once or twice.

Taking out scissors, Song Yueying cut the blood-stained gauze while asking her mother, "Could you go and fetch a basin of water and a towel?"

Her daughter asked her if it was okay. "Of course it is!" Song's mother instantly perked up.

He said okay, got up and ran out.

As the gauze was cut open, Qi Yanjue's wounds were exposed. Looking at his body covered with both old and new wounds, Song Yueying felt an indescribable pang of sorrow.

From Qi Yanjue's gestures, she guessed he was a soldier. She knew that being a soldier during this period was not easy, but she didn't realize it was this difficult.