Lin Qingpiaoxue's face turned pale and then flushed, like a palette of colors. She glared at Lin Qinghuan and said in a nonchalant tone, "I'm a girl, it's normal for me to be scared unconscious by a snake."

Lin Qinghuan gave Lin Piaoxue a thumbs up and said, "Lin Piaoxue, you have a really thick skin, thicker than the Great Wall. You are definitely the most shameless person in Baiyun Village."

“You…” Lin Piaoxue was speechless with anger.

Lin Qinghuan teased, "Don't talk about me. I'm the most reserved and good girl. Don't drag me into this, or it will damage my reputation."

"Lin Qinghuan, do you still have any reputation left?" Lin Piaoxue said through gritted teeth.

Lin Qinghuan smiled and said, "As long as you don't ruin my reputation everywhere, my reputation will not be damaged."

Lin Piaoxue was furious at Lin Qinghuan's veiled sarcasm, but in front of Doctor Li, she couldn't argue with Lin Qinghuan, so she had to swallow her anger.

"I'm not that bored," Lin Piaoxue said through gritted teeth, suppressing her anger.

A hint of surprise flashed in Dr. Li's eyes. Why hadn't he noticed before that Lin Qinghuan seemed to be much smarter than Lin Piaoxue?

After treating Lin Piaoxue's wound, Dr. Li instructed, "Do not let the wound get wet, to avoid infection."

"Dr. Li, how much?" Lin's mother asked.

"Two cents," Dr. Li said.

"So little." Lin Qinghuan blurted out.

In the past, a regular registration at the hospital cost 50 cents, and if you happened to see a doctor, you had to pay a 1 yuan consultation fee and a 3 yuan consultation fee. The head doctor's consultation fee was even more expensive, costing 5 yuan. But in the 1980s, a doctor's home visit, including the cost of medicine, only cost 20 cents.

Lin's mother hurriedly said, "Two cents is not cheap for us rural people."

Lin Qinghuan retorted, "Two cents is definitely a lot. Otherwise, if I asked you how many cents it would cost to buy menstrual pads, you would be in such pain, as if it were cutting off your own flesh, and you would always make excuses."

Lin's mother was stunned. How could Lin Qinghuan, that brat, have the nerve to bring up such a sensitive matter as "pregnancy"?

Dr. Li's face flushed red. He slung his medicine box over his shoulder and instructed Lin Piaoxue again, "Don't let the wound get wet." Then he took the money handed to him by Lin's mother and hurriedly left the Lin family home.

After Dr. Li left, Lin's mother said, "Lin Qinghuan, you are a girl, you should know what you should say and what you shouldn't say."

Lin Qinghuan, seemingly unfazed, said, "I don't know. You've only ever told me to work hard, but you haven't taught me what I can and can't do, what I should and shouldn't say. That's why the village always says I was born of a mother, but not taught by one."

Hearing Lin Qinghuan's conversation, Lin's mother was so angry that she shouted, "Lin Qinghuan, you bastard, are you trying to make your mother die of anger?"

Lin Qinghuan looked at her mother and said, "Mom, I'm a bastard, and you're an old bastard. As the saying goes, a tortoise lives for a thousand years, and a turtle lives for ten thousand years. Don't even dream of living to be seventy or eighty. It's still possible to live past seventy or eighty."

After Lin Qinghuan finished speaking, she left the room.

Looking at Lin Qinghuan's retreating figure, Lin Feng said, "Mom, I think Lin Qinghuan was just calling you a turtle bastard."

Upon hearing this, Lin Qinghuan immediately turned to look at Lin Feng and said, "I didn't. Don't talk nonsense. You must be cursing your mother in your heart."

Lin Qinghuan looked at Lin Feng seriously and said, "Second brother, Mom is so good to you, how can you curse her in your heart? You've really gone too far. Doesn't your conscience hurt?"

Lin Qinghuan hadn't spoken to Lin Feng for a long time, so her sudden conversation caught him off guard. He was stunned for a moment, and by the time he came to his senses, Lin Qinghuan had already disappeared.

Lin's mother looked at Lin Feng and asked, "Second son, do you have a problem with me?"

"No, absolutely not," Lin Feng quickly denied.

Lin's mother said, "It's best if there isn't one."

Lin Qinghuan sat at the entrance of the main room, a slight smile playing on her lips. She finally knew how to deal with the Lin family: be thick-skinned and shameless.