Ye Nian'an narrowed her eyes.
A surge of overwhelming rage erupted from his chest, threatening to engulf Old Li.
Old Li was shivering; despite it being a biting winter night, large beads of sweat kept pouring from his forehead.
Cold sweat instantly soaked his entire body, and he stammered, "I...I don't know you. What do you want?"
He clearly spent a lot of money hiring people to keep watch.
Why is there no sound at all?
He chose this dilapidated house and even left an escape route.
He can run away at the slightest sound.
Who would have thought that Ye Nian'an would just barge in like that!
At this moment, Old Li was filled with remorse, his mind racing.
What exactly went wrong?
Why did Ye Nian'an know about this place and follow us here?
She seems to know everything...
I was being so careful in everything I did!
"What do you want to do?"
Ye Nian'an raised her foot and kicked Old Li hard.
Having had her body cleansed by the spiritual spring water for so long, Ye Nian'an was able to remain conscious and have a smooth pregnancy even when she was carrying seven babies.
Dealing with such a shady, unscrupulous fortune teller is naturally a piece of cake.
As a doctor, Ye Nian'an knew...
The kick landed below Old Li's ribs, causing him the most pain, but not enough to kill him!
His worthless life is still somewhat useful!
It's too easy for him to die like this!
He must be made to wish he were dead!
Even in the afterlife, they'll regret ever provoking Ye Nian'an!
Old Li screamed and rolled on the ground, smashing the mud walls of the dilapidated house until they crumbled and crumbled.
However, Ye Nian'an showed no intention of letting Old Li off the hook.
One kick, two kicks, three kicks...
"Help! Help! Murder!"
His hoarse cries only drew an even heavier kick from Ye Nian'an.
"Now do you know why?"
Ye Nian'an's boot tip rolled over Old Li's twitching wrist, and the moonlight condensed into ice shards in her eyes.
"Because you touched someone you shouldn't have!"
Old Li's wailing had turned into gasps for breath, his blood churning, his survival instinct causing him to writhe like a maggot, repeating the same pattern.
"Okay...okay...please stop hitting me, please stop hitting me...I'm going to die..."
The police officers waiting outside, fearing that someone might die, then came in.
When Jiang Tiancai, the head of the police force, entered the room and saw the mess, he began to persuade the officers.
"Alright, Comrade Ye Nian'an, calm down. Now leave it to us."
Looking at Old Li, who was curled up in pain and had wet his pants in fear, Ye Nian'an said coldly, "Don't worry, Captain Jiang, I promised you, and I know what I'm doing."
"good."
Jiang Tiancai nodded to Ye Nian'an before walking over to Old Li and kicking him again.
"Old Li, stop lying on the ground pretending to be dead, get up! What era are we living in that you're still spouting nonsense about demons and monsters!"
"Do you know what counter-revolutionary crime is? You, who draw talismans and perform shamanistic rituals, are nothing but the remnants of feudalism! A malignant tumor left over from the old society!"
"Come with me to the police station and tell the truth!"
When the police officers grabbed Old Li, the old man was limp like a lump of mud, and he was still gasping for air as he was being carried out of the dilapidated house.
Song Yan and Ye Sheng then walked in.
Seeing the scene inside the dilapidated house, he couldn't help but clench his fists.
"Damn it! I shouldn't have held back just now. I should have punched him in the face a few times!"
Ye Sheng knew that the police officers had deliberately refrained from rushing in immediately because of Ye Nian'an's family background and because this matter concerned her children.
Let Ye Nian'an in first so she can vent her anger, then come in and arrest her, pretending you didn't see her hitting someone.
So Ye Sheng originally intended to give Old Li a good beating, but after thinking it over, he decided to give the opportunity to Ye Nian'an.
As a mother, Ye Nian'an was definitely the one who was the angrier and needed to vent the most.
"Niannian, I'll burn all these things for you! They look so unlucky!"
"Third Brother, calm down."
"These are key pieces of evidence that Old Li is involved in feudal superstition. We can't burn them now; using them to convict him is the most appropriate thing to do!"
Ye Nian'an took a deep breath.
After giving Old Li a good beating, her anger had subsided considerably.
Song Yan patted Ye Sheng on the shoulder: "Sister-in-law is right, Ye Sheng. After everything settles down, we'll burn this place to the ground!"
Ye Sheng forcibly suppressed his anger: "Not just Old Li, but that damned bastard Li Dahong! And those who tried to bribe Old Li to pull this stunt... I won't let them get away with it!"
at the same time.
Zhang Weiguo sat alone on a stone bench in the courtyard, his broken sleeve fluttering in the night wind.
Moonlight filtered through the branches of the locust tree, casting shards of silver that illuminated the hideous scar on his wrist.
The biting wind was chilling, but it couldn't chill Zhang Weiguo's heart, which felt as if it had fallen into an icy abyss.
Shen Xiang, wearing a cotton-padded coat, walked to Zhang Weiguo's side. Stray hairs at her temples were blown by the wind and clung to her cheeks. Her tone was deliberately gentle and affected.
"Brother Weiguo, it's so cold. Don't sit here. Come inside. Be careful not to catch a cold."
"I want to get some fresh air here and clear my head."
Zhang Weiguo's voice was as deep as a dry well, his Adam's apple bobbing in the moonlight.
after all……
He is now disabled.
The most important hand was severed.
What was once a bright future suddenly turned into darkness.
"Brother Weiguo, let's not dwell on the past. The important thing is that you're alive and well now, aren't you?"
Shen Xiang squatted down next to Zhang Weiguo, took his left hand and squeezed it hard, wanting to give him more warmth and strength in this way.
"How can I not think about it..."
Zhang Weiguo chuckled self-deprecatingly: "Without my right hand, how am I supposed to work? I can only wait for handouts in the factory, just loafing around and waiting to die."
Then, he subconsciously stared at his intact left hand, his knuckles white from gripping the edge of the stone bench tightly.
"Brother Weiguo, isn't this a good thing? Director Tian has already agreed to help you transfer to another position. You'll still get the same salary, with less work and more free time. So many people are envious!"
Shen Xiang couldn't help but speak up.
Li Dahong's outburst, coupled with the fact that Zhang Weiguo did indeed have an accident at the factory, made things worse.
The compensation was paid, all medical expenses were covered, and Zhang Weiguo was even given a relaxed job.
The salary is a bit low, but it's a relaxed job; unlike Shen Xiang, I don't have to do hard labor in the factory.
I'm so envious of myself.
Zhang Weiguo abruptly pulled his hand back, his tone tinged with indignation.
"How can that be the same?! I'm a man! A man who stands tall and proud!"
"My right hand has carried a gun, fought against spies, and was the fundamental guarantee for protecting my country... Now that it's gone, do you know how I feel?!"
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