Zhao Mei: "She's definitely not dead. I don't know what her abilities are now. That person was about to succeed, but she still injured him. Now she's asking me for money, saying she wants us to treat him."
Ruan Meiying angrily cursed, "Why doesn't she just die?"
But making a phone call at this time was too expensive, and it wasn't appropriate to say too much. Writing a letter was even more impossible, because she wouldn't leave any evidence: "In short, no matter the cost, we must make sure she doesn't see the sun tomorrow or the day after."
Upon hearing this, Zhao Mei said with difficulty, "But I don't know who to turn to now. That woman surnamed Lin doesn't want to see me, saying that I've ruined her life."
Ruan Meiying was so angry that her brows furrowed.
Lu Hongming said he would no longer use the Lu family's influence to help her attack Ruan Qingling, and now she could only rely on herself.
"Don't go looking for them for now, so as not to offend the Lu family."
Zhao Mei was extremely worried and said, "If you don't let me go find that guy surnamed Lin now, no one can help me. I don't know where to find someone with better skills who can directly kill Ruan Qingling."
Ruan Meiying's voice turned cold as she asked, "Can't you figure something out yourself? Why do you have to resort to those violent methods? Do you even understand poison? Think of a way to get her to come home, and then find a way to put it in her food..."
Ruan Meiying couldn't say too much, worried that someone might overhear the phone call.
"In short, I've already said all I can. You need to find a way to resolve this. I really need to get this sorted out now."
Zhao Mei touched her forehead and asked, "Do we really have to do this?"
Ruan Meiying said firmly, "It has to be done. She can no longer stay in this world. Otherwise, either she dies or I die. Who do you want to die?"
Zhao Mei definitely didn't want her daughter to die; if anyone was to die, it would be Ruan Qingling.
She said, "Okay, I'll think of something."
Ruan Meiying gave a firm order: "Mom, let me tell you, success or failure hinges on this. We absolutely cannot let her live, otherwise it will be a huge problem for us."
Zhao Mei was terrified and uncertain. She mumbled, "Okay, okay, I'll think of something."
Nguyen My Anh: "I'm waiting for your good news. Don't call me casually. I'll call you myself if I need anything."
Zhao Mei wanted to say something more, but the call had already ended.
Zhao Mei stared blankly at the telephone. There weren't many telephones around at that time, so she spoke cautiously each time. Someone next to her asked, "What were you talking about? It sounded so strange."
Zhao Mei quickly replied, "It's nothing. I was just asking how my daughter Meiying is doing over there."
After saying that, he slipped away without looking back.
After Zhao Mei came out, she began to think about what kind of medicine could kill Ruan Qingling and how to get Ruan Qingling to come over.
These are all problems.
Instead of spending money to hire someone else, wouldn't it be better to put in some effort and solve the problem yourself? It won't cost you anything, and no one will know who did it later. Isn't that better?
With this in mind, Zhao Mei felt a sense of calm.
...
Two more days passed, and Song Shiting's injuries were healing quite quickly.
He felt that the Chinese medicine prescribed by Ruan Qingling was one of the reasons why he recovered faster this time.
Old Wu was very happy and said, "Having someone to take care of me really makes a difference. The speed of my recovery is quite encouraging."
Song Shiting's expression remained calm.
Old Wu said, "There's a difference between having a wife and not having one. Look at you, you used to be so rough that no one would want you if you were left alone. Without someone to take care of you, your recovery will definitely be slower."
Song Shiting didn't say whether what he said was right or wrong.
Old Wu said, "Let me see the Chinese medicine prescription you drank this time."
Old Wu is a Western medicine doctor and has little knowledge of traditional Chinese medicine. This time, he clearly felt that Song Shiting's treatment was progressing faster than before, which he believed was closely related to what Song Shiting was currently taking.
Song Shiting said, "There is no prescription."
Old Wu didn't believe it: "How could there be no prescription? How can you get the medicine without a prescription? Don't try to fool me because I'm not well-educated."
Song Shiting said without changing his expression, "It was someone else who recommended it, and I got the medicine according to their instructions."
Old Wu stared straight at Song Shiting: "This is not cute at all. Are you worried that I will do something if I get the prescription?"
The same thing happened with the ointment last time; at first, he absolutely refused to tell him that Ruan Qingling made it herself.
And now you're telling him the prescription belongs to someone else?
The help that Old Wu and his wife provided was indeed undeniable, a fact that Song Shiting was well aware of. However, he couldn't let others think that Ruan Qingling was capable of everything, otherwise it would cause her a lot of trouble.
Song Shiting: "Wait a minute, let me ask if we can find a prescription."
Old Wu nodded and said, "That's more like it."
Song Shiting urged them to leave, saying, "Let's go first, give us some time to get to know each other."
Old Wu looked at Song Shiting with disbelief: "Is the sun rising in the west? You need more time to spend with your wife? Aren't you two spending enough time together every day?"
Song Shiting remained expressionless: "Although we are close at hand, we are worlds apart. Have you noticed how long it feels for us to live here?"
The more she talked, the worse it got: "The hospital beds are so small! My daughter is squeezed in the middle, and the two of them have to sleep in two separate beds. How can that be the same?"
Old Wu was instantly dumbfounded.
The conditions at the health center are indeed poor. Last time, the room was occupied by a patient, so there was no way to arrange it for Song Shiting.
The three of us are now living in cramped conditions here; we really have no other choice.
Understanding Song Shiting's current poor health and unsuitable living conditions, and knowing his frustration, Old Wu nodded and said, "Alright, I'll leave, leaving you the space, but you have to keep your promise to me."
Song Shiting said, "I'll try my best."
Old Wu walked to the door, turned back to look at him, and said, "Don't try your best. I'm really curious about what kind of medicine you were given, because your body is recovering faster this time than last time."
Song Shiting nodded.
After Lao Wu left, Song Shiting lowered his eyes slightly.
He thought of something: if Ruan Meiying was like Ruan Qingling, how difficult would that woman be to deal with?
...
Ruan Qingling bought some noodle soup and returned. At the entrance of the health center, she encountered several people accompanying a woman as they walked inside.
Song Meili was pale and cried as she walked.
The people around her were comforting her.
Ruan Qingling then noticed that Song Meili had blood on her fingers.
Just as she was about to turn away and pretend she couldn't see her, Song Meili suddenly saw Ruan Qingling.
She immediately cried out, "Third sister-in-law, please tell my third brother that I pricked my hand with a needle."
She held up her index finger, tears streaming down her face.
This job is too difficult; she doesn't plan to do it anymore.
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