The doctor looked at the child's face and saw that he did resemble the Qiao family members, so he pointed out to him, "Go over here, the third ward is it."
Although Song Ruier was studying at the school, she had been observing the situation of the Qiao family.
He discovered that of the Qiao family members who went out this time, only Da Cheng and Da Meng returned; the others were nowhere to be seen.
He began to wonder if something had happened to the others while they were working.
So he followed them this morning and saw that Qiao Lian'er had bought two shops, which were quickly rented out. Then he came to this clinic and picked up the Qiao family.
But there was one person he hadn't seen yet: Qiao Dayong.
Some of the others had their arms in slings, some had limps, and there were all sorts of conditions, but Qiao Dayong's situation was probably more serious.
Could he be dead?
Song Ruier stood at the door of the ward and saw Qiao Dayong lying on the bed, his body wrapped in bandages. He had his eyes closed and was in a coma. He didn't seem to be in such a bad state anymore.
So the first two days might have been very dangerous.
A dark glint appeared in Song Ruier's eyes as she stared at him menacingly.
My uncle and father were arrested, and the Song family lost two able-bodied men. Now they are treated as inferior wherever they go, and are often ridiculed and bullied.
Ultimately, it was all the Qiao family's fault. If they hadn't insisted on gathering the villagers to repair the road, my uncle and father wouldn't have tried to take shortcuts, thus angering the officials.
For a long time, he had been thinking that it would be great if the Qiao family suffered a great misfortune.
Seeing that there was no one else on the corridor or inside the room, Song Ruier went into the room.
He searched around inside and found another empty hospital bed with a brick underneath.
Song Ruier took out the brick, tiptoed, and walked step by step toward Qiao Dayong.
The Qiao family had just set off, seemingly on their way to dinner; he didn't need to worry about them suddenly returning.
It was Song Ruier's first time doing something like this, and she was a little nervous.
Thinking back on all those times he went to the Qiao family's door to beg for favors, they ate lavish meals every day but wouldn't give him a single benefit. They completely ignored him, their grandson, treating him like a stranger. They even took all of the Song family's things, leaving the Song family struggling to make ends meet.
Each and every one of these incidents is a matter of enmity and resentment.
The more Song Ruier thought about it, the more she hated it and felt that the Qiao family deserved to die.
He carried the brick, tiptoed to Qiao Dayong, and slowly lifted the brick.
This big brick could easily take Qiao Dayong's life.
Qiao Dayong is dead, and the Qiao family will suffer for the rest of their lives. He just wants to see the Qiao family sad and heartbroken.
Thinking about how they cried every day and every night, Song Ruier felt a surge of satisfaction.
"Big cousin, don't look for me when you get down there. It's all the fault of the Qiao family."
"You must be feeling terrible. I'm here to end your suffering."
Song Ruier silently recited the words in her heart, her face full of cold smiles.
He gathered all his strength, determined to smash it all in one go, making the task neat and efficient.
He took a deep breath and was about to smash it down hard.
Suddenly a figure rushed in from outside and shoved him.
Both of them fell to the ground.
Then the figure flipped over, kneeling on his stomach and pinning him down.
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