Chapter 584: Divine Punishment

"You beast..." Jiang Guangyi immediately covered his face with his hands due to the severe pain, and he opened his mouth to curse.

But he was worried about annoying Fang Silang, so he swallowed the new word halfway through his scolding.

"Okay, let's go now." Jiang Guangyi couldn't bear it any longer.

He took Fang Silang away from the village.

He was beaten black and blue by Fang Silang these days, and was seen by the villagers when he went out.

Seeing the mockery in their eyes, Jiang Guangyi wished he could dig three feet into the ground and hide.

When he was the village chief and patriarch, everyone looked up to him. Now he is nothing and these people are laughing at him.

Jiang Guangyi felt extremely upset.

"What happened to Jiang Guangyi? I haven't seen him for a few days. How did he get injured like this? Was he beaten by someone?"

"You don't know how far away you live. I live behind his house. From day to night, I can hear the sounds of ghosts crying and wolves howling. At first I thought it was a couple fighting, but then I listened carefully and found that the sound was coming from Sanniu.

I guess it was a fool who beat her, and also beat Jiang Guangyi. Did you see his face? I finally understand. I guess the noises I heard these days all came from his house, tut tut. "

Jiang Guangyi's neighbor interrupted.

"What? Who dares to hit him? Didn't Jiang Guangyi's eldest son get adopted? And the youngest son died with his mother. There are only three people in the family. Who can hit him? Do you think it's the crazy Zhou Gai'er or the crippled Sanniu? How dare a woman hit a man? Are you thinking of rebelling against heaven?"

"Of course it's not just the two of them. You forgot that there is a fourth person in the Jiang family."

The woman holding the shoulder pole pointed at the two men's backs and whispered.

"You mean that idiot? Fang Silang? He was the one who beat him? That's impossible, right?"

"Yeah, how dare a fool hit someone? When he was caught by Jiang Cheng and Jiang Meng that day, he cried like a woman. How dare he hit someone in this state?"

"Don't disbelieve me. I saw Sanniu just now. Her face was covered with wounds. Both the grandmother and granddaughter were beaten so badly. It couldn't have been Zhou Gaier who beat them. Since she went crazy, Jiang Guangyi didn't let her eat enough. How could she be so thin and have no strength? But look carefully at this idiot. There are no wounds on his face. I guess he beat him."

"Tsk tsk, how come people get more stupid as they get older? Just because he insisted on going against the Fubao family, you see, every family in the village is getting better, but Jiang Guangyi's family is living worse than before. Now they brought a fool back to raise him, feeding him with good food and drink, and even beat his own people like this. Isn't this asking for trouble?"

"That's right, I guess there's something wrong with the ancestral tomb, otherwise it wouldn't have fallen into such a state. When he was the village chief, he was so glorious. If anyone dared to say anything bad about him, he would immediately make things difficult for you."

"What does it have to do with the ancestral tomb? This is retribution! Have you forgotten? Previously, his Sanniu almost drowned Fubao. It was all thanks to Fubao that he was lucky enough to survive. Otherwise, there would not be the current Dr. Jiang. I guess Fubao was really a fairy in the sky in her previous life. Sanniu harmed her, so God punished her."

Several women gathered together and chatted, mumbling non-stop.

The more they talked, the more frightened they became.

"It seems so. Ever since that incident was spread throughout the village by Zhang, Jiang Guangyi has been having trouble in everything. His eldest son is making trouble for the succession, and Zhou Gaier's sons are dying one after another. It's as if God wants to force Jiang Guangyi to have no descendants. And look at Sanniu, her legs are also lame. Tsk tsk, it must be retribution."

"Oh, it's all thanks to me that I never had any conflicts with the village chief's family. God bless me, I have never done anything bad. I have always been polite to Fubao."

"I will listen to the village chief in everything from now on. People should still do good things. If you do too many immoral things, your whole family will die without knowing why."

Several people thought of the current miserable situation of Jiang Guangyi's family.

Everyone was trembling with fear, fearing that God had punished the wrong people, and they quickly bowed to the God.

Jiang Fubao, who was at the center of the conversation, had just walked from his home to the clinic.

As soon as I entered, I saw three patients waiting inside the clinic.

"Master——"

"Master, you are here——"

Chen Hongxia and Shao Siyou shouted together.

When the three heard this, they turned around and looked at Jiang Fubao at the same time.

"Is this the little miracle doctor?"

One of them asked in surprise.

"Yes, it's me." Jiang Fubao nodded and sat down.

That man took the lead and sat on the chair opposite Jiang Fubao. The other two looked a little unhappy, but didn't say anything.

Continue to sit down and queue.

"Where do you feel uncomfortable?" Jiang Fubao asked while taking the patient's pulse.

"My throat has been uncomfortable lately. I always feel like there is phlegm in it that I can neither swallow nor spit out. I feel very uncomfortable when I rest at night. Little doctor, do you have a prescription that can cure me?" The man cleared his throat and spoke in a hoarse voice.

"Do you like sweets on weekdays?" When the man asked, Jiang Fubao's expression did not have the youthfulness that a girl should have.

Her mature look, like that of an old doctor who has been practicing medicine for decades, instantly put the man at ease.

"Yes, I love sweets. My family's ancestral home is in Jiangnan. As far as I can remember, sugar is added to all the dishes at home. I can't eat without sugar. I also like to drink sweet tea after meals, and I eat cakes every day."

"Sweet tea?" Jiang Fubao looked confused. She had never heard of sweet tea. What is this?

And the tea is sweet?

Could it be milk tea?

"Just make a cup of tea and put sugar in it," the man explained.

"Ah? Can I drink this?" This was the first time Jiang Fubao heard that there was such a way to drink it.

It's bitter, sweet and astringent. Without milk or juice to neutralize the taste, what does it taste like?

Like a dark dish, Jiang Fubao frowned.

"It's delicious. Especially delicious. I drink at least three cups a day." The man's eyes lit up when he mentioned sweet tea.

"You eat too much sugar. You didn't have any reaction before because you were young, so your body didn't show any signs of it. Now it's not the case anymore. You're almost 40 years old. Start giving up sugar. You don't need to take medicine for this minor problem. All medicines are poisonous. If you can't control your intake, it's like drinking in vain. You can't keep drinking until you're old, right?

So, starting today, eat lighter meals, drink more unsweetened tea, don’t put sugar in your dishes, and don’t eat cakes. Keep doing this for a few days and your throat will feel much better. If you really feel uncomfortable, I’ll prescribe a medicinal diet recipe for you. Eat it for three days and you’ll feel much better.”

Jiang Fubao picked up the pen, and Chen Hongxia walked to her side smartly and ground ink for her.

"No need to take medicine? What is a medicinal diet? Can you really not eat anything sweet? What's the point of living then?"

When the man heard that he couldn't eat sweets, it was as if he had heard that his days were numbered.

The sky is falling.