Rebirth of the Evil Stepmother and the Four Villainous Children

Jiang Laoer was so angry when he got home that his face turned red and his neck became thick. He was really embarrassed now.

The couple sat face to face and didn't know what to say for a moment. Now everyone in the village was pointing at them and scolding them. On the way back, some people were also pointing at them.

Even the usually arrogant Goudan went back with his head lowered.

In fact, when Jiang Laoer and his wife went out, they followed them from a distance to watch.

Compared to Jiang Lao Er, Jiang Lao San is more reasonable, he said to his wife.

"Wife, even though we have separated from my eldest brother, we should not cause trouble for him. We should just live our own lives."

Compared with her husband, the third daughter-in-law, as a woman who had given birth to and raised children herself, always felt a little more pity when looking at the four children. She was poor and had nothing to give to the children, but when she saw the two younger ones, she was still willing to give some food.

The third brother's wife, Cheng, said, "I understand. We don't have any conflicts with the eldest brother's family. What the second brother's family did was not right. We should stay away from them in the future. I think Zhou has become a better person now. We should help her as much as we can."

Jiang Laosan didn't say anything. He had his own plans. His own life was a problem, so how could he help others?

The next day.

The medicine pills were finally dried, and Dabao's foot also needed to be changed and checked by the old doctor. Originally, Zhou Rongrong wanted to send Sanbao and Sibao to the village chief's house as usual.

But the two little ones looked at him eagerly and wanted to follow him, so Zhou Rongrong thought so too, so he took all the children in his family to the town.

They all rode on the village chief's ox cart. They could only get on the ox cart if the village chief wanted to go to town, and each person paid one penny.

Zhou Rongrong wanted to give money, but the village chief refused. However, Zhou Rongrong was not the kind of person who would take advantage of such a small advantage.

Erbao stuffed the gift into the village chief's hands, and the village chief accepted it after seeing that he really couldn't refuse.

After agreeing on a time to return, they went their separate ways.

The family had not eaten yet, so Zhou Rongrong bought a big meat bun and a grilled meat pie for each of the children.

The children ate the food with their mouths full of oil and exclaimed that it was delicious.

After finishing the meal, we went directly to Jishidiang. It must be said that the timing of our visit today was quite coincidental.

There was a stretcher in front of Doctor Zhao's door, and on the stretcher lay a young man of about seventeen or eighteen years old. His leg was very scary, with a wound on it. Blood was flowing out like an open faucet, and the wound was so deep that the bone was visible.

Doctor Zhao squatted on the ground to examine the young man and said to his family, "This wound is too deep. It's hard to say."

When the woman heard this, she turned pale with fear and cried, "Doctor Zhao, please save my son. My son fell and fell on the axe. Wuuuu, my son is getting married in a month. You must save him." As she spoke, she was about to kneel down.

Doctor Zhao looked up and saw Miss Zhou carrying Dabao in the crowd. For some reason, he felt that Miss Zhou might have a solution.

He hurriedly said to Zhou Rongrong, "Miss Zhou, come and take a look."

Zhou Rongrong didn't expect that Doctor Zhao would call her. She put Dabao on the chair before going to look at the young man's legs.

"I can treat you, but you are not allowed to watch."

Such external injuries might be difficult to treat here, but for Zhou Rongrong it was as simple as disinfecting and stitching. If she hadn't felt sorry for the woman, Zhou Rongrong would not have said anything.

The woman didn't care whether Zhou Rongrong was a little girl or not. When she heard that Zhou Rongrong had a solution, she immediately knelt down in front of her and sobbed.

"Please help me, girl. Please help me, girl."

There were also people in the crowd who didn't believe it, mainly because the woman was too young, and the one with good medical skills didn't have a big beard like Doctor Zhao.

But the mother believes in this girl, so what can outsiders say?

"Get up, Doctor Zhao, prepare a clean room for me."

When the woman heard her say this, she thought she agreed, so she quickly stood up and asked people to help carry her son into the room prepared by Doctor Zhao.

After everyone left, only she and the young man were left. Zhou Rongrong quickly took out the pill and asked him to drink it with a sip of white wine.

Soon the boy no longer felt the pain and even felt a little dizzy.

Zhou Rongrong said: "Your foot is seriously injured. The only way is to seal it up for you, just like sealing clothes. Can you accept it?"

Zhou Rongrong doesn't want to do good things but not get any good rewards.

The young man nodded and said, "Girl, I believe you. Just give it a try."

"Okay. Close your eyes and I'll show you how to open them."

The boy was very obedient and closed his eyes tightly.

Zhou Rongrong took out the necessary items from the operating room in the space, arranged them, began to clean and disinfect the wound, and then started to sew stitches.

The boy didn't feel anything at all and just felt as if a hand was pulling his wound, but he didn't dare to open his eyes to look. The barefoot doctor in the village said that whether his leg could be saved was another matter, and it was hard to say whether he could survive.

Others may not be aware of it, but he could clearly feel the blood losing.

Zhou Rongrong's surgery was very quick. She sutured the skin layers little by little. Finally, after a few surgical knots were formed, the minor operation was completed.

"Okay, open your eyes."

Zhou Rongrong wiped the sweat from her forehead.

The young man dared to open his eyes and tried to struggle to see what happened to his legs.

"Don't move, rest well, and be careful of your wound."

The young man listened to Zhou Rongrong's advice and had a good rest.

Zhou Rongrong took off her gloves and threw them into the recycling station. After everything was packed up, she opened the door and spoke to the woman.

"Okay, you can go in and take a look."

Doctor Zhao and the couple went in to check the young man's leg. They were shocked when they saw the horrific wound. The wound was neatly sealed with something like thread stitching it.

The woman had never seen such a treatment method. Usually, if there was a cut, they would just prescribe some medicine, wrap it up, and let it heal slowly.

"This, Doctor Zhao, is this okay?"

Doctor Zhao ignored the woman's words and asked quickly, "Why didn't I hear you calling just now?"

He was going to ask Miss Zhou about how to suture such a wound, but she couldn't answer the question. Thinking that the young man didn't cry out, could it be that the Ma Fei San pill was really made?

The young man shook his head and said, "Just now, the young lady gave me a pill to take before stitching my leg. It didn't hurt much and I felt numb."