“Mom!” Lu Yanxi panicked when she saw Zhang Meiju coughing up blood. She spun around and glared fiercely at Su Xiaowan. “You wicked woman! It’s one thing to bully me, but now you’ve gone after my mom too! Do you have to cause someone to die before you’re satisfied?”
The pool of blood on the floor was blindingly red, sending chills down everyone’s spines.
Before Su Xiaowan could even speak, Tang Wenxi had already grabbed the village doctor and rushed forward, her voice trembling with tears. “Doctor, please, quickly check on my aunt! I’m really afraid something will happen to her…”
She wiped her eyes as she spoke, looking both worried and wronged.
Then she turned to Su Xiaowan, her tone full of accusation: “Su Xiaowan, what exactly did you do to Aunt? Sticking such long needles into her body? Aunt has always treated you so well, thinking of you first with anything good—even more than Yanxi. How could you do this to her? Don’t you have a conscience?”
“Exactly!” Lu Yanxi cried. “You hit me, and Mom didn’t blame me at all! She even stopped me from retaliating. But you? You secretly stick needles into her… Do you really want to push her to death before you’re satisfied?”
The people around couldn’t stand it either—they all felt Su Xiaowan had gone too far.
As they entered, they saw Su Xiaowan removing several silver needles from Zhang Meiju’s body.
The needles were long and intimidating—some as long as a finger—and seeing them made anyone’s skin crawl.
And these needles had been in Zhang Meiju herself. Who wouldn’t be frightened by that scene?
“Captain, Secretary, you must uphold justice for Aunt!” Tang Wenxi turned to Zhang Guojun, the brigade captain, and Secretary Li Hongjun, who had come along.
Li Hongjun had heard the commotion and deliberately come to see what was happening.
He knew the Lu family was no ordinary household, and Lu Hanzhou was a hero specially entrusted to be taken care of by higher authorities.
No hero like Lu Hanzhou, who had sacrificed so much, could be allowed to suffer injustice.
“Comrade Su Xiaowan, what do you have to say about this?” Li Hongjun asked, looking for an explanation.
Su Xiaowan immediately understood Tang Wenxi’s plan—it was simply to make a scene, embarrass her, and hope that Lu Hanzhou would dislike her and divorce her.
If that happened, everything would return to the original path, and Tang Wenxi could follow her plan to get close to Lu Hanzhou.
There was no way Su Xiaowan would let this green-haired schemer succeed.
She smiled coldly. “I was helping Mom expel the stagnant blood in her body. Her meridians were blocked like this; if it isn’t released, how can she get better? You don’t understand anything!”
With that, she immediately moved close to Lu Hanzhou, looping her arm through his, hiding behind him.
Her slender body pressed almost entirely against his back, her small head peeking out, eyes wide and dark, carrying a faintly timid expression.
“Husband, they’re bullying people too much,” she murmured.
The crowd was momentarily speechless.
Tang Wenxi grit her teeth beside them: She’s really good at acting!
Lu Yanxi shouted angrily, “Su Xiaowan, stop pretending to be weak! Where did that strength you used to hit me go?”
Lu Hanzhou looked down at Su Xiaowan leaning against him.
Her body was soft, carrying a subtle fragrance.
From this angle, all he could see was the fuzzy top of her head pressed against his arm, her hair brushing lightly against his skin, sending a tingling sensation up his spine.
He couldn’t help but tense up.
Lu Hanzhou then glanced at Zhang Meiju’s face. With years of experience observing people in the army, he could tell her complexion had improved, and her physical condition was stabilizing.
Su Xiaowan hadn’t lied.
“Xiaowan was really treating my mother just now,” Lu Hanzhou said calmly.
Everyone froze at his words.
“She knows how to treat patients?”
“That’s impossible—she only graduated high school in the provincial city. She’s never studied medicine.”
“She’s been in the countryside all these months, and we’ve never seen her treat anyone…”
Tang Wenxi was shocked.
In her memory, Su Xiaowan had exited the story early last life. She had never heard anything about her having medical skills.
She knew little about Su Xiaowan—only that she was beautiful but extremely lazy.
Zhang Guojun also found it hard to believe.
When the educated youths came to the countryside, they carefully reviewed everyone’s background and skills to assign suitable work.
There was only one village doctor nearby, and they were short-handed.
If Su Xiaowan really knew medicine, she should have said so—being a village doctor meant no farm work, treating patients as needed.
She clearly didn’t want to toil in the fields, but instead of applying for an easy doctor’s position, she had relied on marrying to avoid labor.
“Cough… cough…”
A weak cough interrupted the crowd’s thoughts.
Everyone immediately turned to the bed—Zhang Meiju had woken up, leaning against Lu Yanxi while coughing lightly.
“Mom, how do you feel?” Lu Yanxi asked anxiously.
Su Xiaowan stepped forward quickly, placing her fingers on Zhang Meiju’s wrist to check the pulse.
The pulse had gradually recovered, stronger than before—the situation was improving.
It seemed she had truly saved Zhang Meiju from the brink of danger.
Su Xiaowan looked at Lu Hanzhou and said, “Mom’s condition has stabilized.”
Lu Hanzhou also approached the bed, scrutinizing his mother carefully.
The village doctor listened to Zhang Meiju’s heartbeat with a stethoscope. “Heart rate is fine.”
He then checked her complexion and asked how she felt.
“I feel lighter all over, and… I feel stronger,” Zhang Meiju said, unsure how to describe it, but she felt her former weakness had lifted, and her body was now flowing with energy.
She tried to stand and found she was indeed much better than before.
Only then did she notice so many people in the room, including the brigade captain and secretary.
“What… why is everyone here?”
Zhang Guojun replied, “Comrade Zhang Meiju, we heard something happened in your household and came to check. Looks like you’re alright now?”
Everyone had been worried about Zhang Meiju, especially after she had coughed up blood.
But now, seeing her face healthier than before, even her lips had a faint rosy hue, they were amazed.
The people in the room glanced at Zhang Meiju, then at Su Xiaowan—their expressions had changed.
Su Xiaowan stepped out from behind Lu Hanzhou and said confidently, “I told you I could heal her.”
She didn’t intend to hide her medical skills—maybe this could even help her find a job.
She couldn’t farm and didn’t want to work the fields, but she was happy to treat people.
“Su Xiaowan, you’re amazing!” Wang Shijun was the first to praise her.
Indeed, this version of Su Xiaowan was much stronger than when she used to chase Bai Fulin.
“Yes, I never expected her to have this skill… hiding it so well,” someone else murmured.
Some believed her, some doubted—but everyone’s tone was calmer than before.
Su Xiaowan remained composed.
Having come from the internet era, she didn’t care about gossip.
True skill would always speak for itself.
Her gaze turned to Tang Wenxi, who was biting her lip, pale, and nearly unsteady.
Su Xiaowan felt a rush of satisfaction.
Tang Wenxi’s scheme to manipulate others had backfired spectacularly.
She decided to add insult to injury.
“Tang Wenxi, I’m afraid your plan to get Lu Hanzhou to divorce me has failed. We’re very much in love—we’ll never be apart in this lifetime!”
At these words, Tang Wenxi shivered, her face turning even paler.
How could she have known what Su Xiaowan was thinking?