Yan Yirou was startled and stared blankly at Shangguan Wu: "I didn't use any force..."
The next second, she apologized to the middle-aged woman: "I'm sorry, Auntie, I didn't mean to."
The middle-aged woman, enduring the pain, shook her head and explained, "It's my own problem, it has nothing to do with you, Miss. You don't need to apologize."
Shangguan Wu went over and helped her in, saying, "Let me help you inside."
"I'll help you too." Yan Yirou went around to the other side and took the middle-aged woman's other hand.
Overwhelmed with gratitude for their small act of kindness, the middle-aged woman's eyes welled with tears, and she stammered, "Thank you..."
Shangguan Wu led the middle-aged woman to a ward on the first floor.
"Rou Rou, you stay and talk to Auntie, I'm going out to get the medicine."
After finishing her speech, Shangguan Wu left the ward.
Afterwards, she took medical alcohol, cotton swabs, safflower oil, and a box of her homemade pure Chinese herbal ointment for treating external injuries, and returned to the ward.
The ward was quiet.
A middle-aged woman sat on the hospital bed, silently shedding tears.
Yan Yirou stood to the side, at a loss, not knowing what had happened to the woman, but just watching her made her feel very uncomfortable.
The middle-aged woman in front of me seemed to be at the bottom of a cliff, surrounded by thorns, with no way forward but only bare cliff face. She was in a desperate situation where no one could help her, yet she still hoped that a rope would be thrown down from the cliff to pull her up.
When Shangguan Wu came in, she heard Yan Yirou comforting her: "Auntie, all bad things will pass. Once you get through the storms, the sun will shine again, and life will get better and better!"
The middle-aged woman remained silent for a minute, then lowered her head to wipe away her tears, not daring to look at them: "I'm sorry, you must have seen this."
Shangguan Wu didn't say anything to comfort her; treating her external injuries was the priority.
She placed the tray on the table, walked to the window, and drew the curtains, saying, "Rou Rou, turn on the light."
"Oh." Yan Yirou quickly turned on the light.
The ward was instantly illuminated as if it were daytime.
Shangguan Wu looked at the middle-aged woman and said, "Take off your clothes, and I'll apply the medicine for you first."
Yan Yirou asked in surprise, "What kind of medicine are you using? Is Auntie injured?"
The middle-aged woman spoke first: "I tripped and fell while walking down the stairs."
She paused for a moment, then continued, "Actually, my injury is nothing serious. It will heal on its own in a few days. Little miracle doctor, please tell me when I can come to take the medicine."
Shangguan Wu spoke seriously: "The medicine I prescribed for you is for treating internal injuries. I don't know why you didn't go to the hospital for a checkup, but since you've come to me, I'm determined to make sure you're fully healed, whether it's an internal or external injury. Otherwise, you'll ruin my reputation, understand?"
The middle-aged woman said somewhat awkwardly, "Then, I won't get treatment."
Shangguan Wu said calmly, "If you go out now, you'll probably be dead on the street tomorrow."
The middle-aged woman exclaimed in disbelief, "How...how could this be?"
Shangguan Wu: "What did you call me?"
Middle-aged woman: "Little miracle doctor..."
Shangguan Wu raised an eyebrow: "You're the patient, I'm the doctor, so should I listen to you or me?"
The middle-aged woman was speechless for a moment.
Shangguan Wu said solemnly, "You have already injured your lungs and internal organs. If you go back and injure them again, it will cause pulmonary hemorrhage. If it is too late to save you, you will die."
I can tell you're not someone who wants to die, otherwise you wouldn't have come here today. Since you want to live, then live well!
The middle-aged woman suddenly looked up at her.
Looking into her weary eyes, Shangguan Wu sensed a complex mix of emotions, including confusion, sorrow, resentment, and despair.
She had experienced similar intense emotions in her past life.
She was all alone at the time; no one could lend her a hand.
Today, Shangguan Wu gazed tenderly at the middle-aged woman: "Health is the foundation of everything. If you take good care of your health, there's no hurdle you can't overcome. Just think about it, if something happened to you, how heartbroken would those who love and care about you be!"
Even if only one person loves her, she should live a good life.
Unfortunately, hatred overwhelmed her at that time.
She only realized the truth when death approached, that she had ruined a man who loved her deeply.
Shangguan Wu's emotionally charged words sent a jolt through the middle-aged woman. She thought of her daughter, and tears welled up in her eyes.
After a while, the middle-aged woman gradually took off her clothes.
Yan Yirou gasped in shock when she saw her battered body!
This is no fall injury at all!
The middle-aged woman had obvious burns on her back, caused by cigarette butts, as well as striped marks and old and new scars mixed together. She also had bruises on her shoulders and arms, which looked quite frightening.
What immense abuse they suffered!
Yan Yirou immediately thought of the word 'domestic violence'!
She felt both heartbroken and furious!
In contrast, Shangguan Wu was much calmer.
After all, she had her lower body severed and was someone who had experienced great things.
She gave a slight twitch at the corner of her mouth.
"Applying the medicine will hurt a little, please bear with it."
Shangguan Wu looked at Yan Yirou and silently said one thing: Distract her.
Yan Yirou understood and pulled up a chair to sit in front of the middle-aged woman: "Auntie, at your age, you should have children, right? Are your children sons or daughters?"
"Daughter." The middle-aged woman looked at her. "I have a daughter!"
Yan Yirou added, "She must be a very well-behaved and filial daughter of yours."
However, the middle-aged woman shook her head and said, choking back tears, "No, she's not obedient at all."
Well!
Yan Yirou's chat went wrong.
Shangguan Wu determined that the middle-aged woman's bruises had been there for more than 24 hours before using safflower oil to promote blood circulation and remove blood stasis.
Localized bruising, ecchymosis, or discoloration indicates subcutaneous bleeding. If blood vessels are damaged and bleeding is present, applying safflower oil will not only fail to stop the bleeding but may also worsen it. Therefore, in the early stages of bruising, cold compresses should be used to stop the bleeding.
But it hurts a lot when you try to improve blood circulation and remove blood stasis.
Yan Yirou noticed that the middle-aged woman's expression didn't change at all, as if she wasn't in any pain.
She figured the other person must have been beaten a lot over the years, and their pain tolerance was like her own cold medicine – they'd become immune to it after a while.
But men who beat and abuse women are the most shameless!
Yan Yirou thought to herself, if she ever saw this man, she would definitely beat him up, and she would beat him up every time she saw him!
At this point, the middle-aged woman spoke up: "I told my daughter to leave and go to a city very, very far away, or even go abroad, but she wouldn't listen. I told her not to come home anymore, but she wouldn't listen either... Why does she come back? And she sends money back every month..."
As she spoke, the middle-aged woman's tears fell uncontrollably.
Shangguan Wu and Yan Yirou then understood that it wasn't that their daughter was disobedient, but rather that she was too filial.
Knock knock—
Suddenly, a knock sounded at the door, and Du Wei's voice came through: "Miss, Pei Kaiwen, the young master of the Pei family, is outside. He says he has something to discuss with you. Would you like to see him?"
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