My Wife Is A Miracle Doctor In The 80s

Chapter 605



Chapter 605: Chapter 597: This Medicine Is Useless Chapter 605: Chapter 597: This Medicine Is Useless Old Lady Song could only painfully take out ten dollars from her own person and place it in Song Dashao’s hand.

Smiling contentedly, Song Dashao accepted the money, wiped his mouth, then returned to his own room.

If not for the cloak of nightfall, he would rush to find Youtao to give her the money.

“Are you taking it off or not?”

Old Lady Song, intermittently hitting Tang Yuxin with a broom, also started tearing at her clothes.

Tang Yuxin curled up herself into a ball, tightly clutching her clothes as Old Lady Song swung the broom, no matter how hard she hit.

The coarse, home-spun clothes were stiff and worn textures on her skin, but they were also their saving grace- tough and unyielding.

Old Lady Song, panting heavily, could not tear the tough fabric of the clothes, nor could she get Tang Yuxin to shed it.

“You aren’t taking it off, are you?”

Placing a hand on her waist, Old Lady Song abruptly pulled out a length of rope.

Haphazardly, she tied up Tang Yuxin and, all in one heap, pushed her into Song Dashao’s room.

“Mother, why did you bring her here, I don’t want her.”

Sitting up in his own bed, Song Dashao looked disgusted.

He liked pretty girls like Youtao, who he could play with.

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This woman was thin and dry, never laughed, never played with him, and never spoke.

He was vexed.

He didn’t want her to stay in his own room, she was not fun at all.

“My good son.”

Old Lady Song promptly was cajoling Song Dashao.

Although she lacked a broad intellect, he was as stubborn as an ox.

Once this ox charged, it was feared he wouldn’t be stopped.

“My good son,” Old Lady Song hastily continued, “let her stay in your room just for tonight.

If you do, your mother will give you another ten dollars, okay?”

“Alright, alright,” Song Dashao patted his hand in agreement.

Old Lady Song quickly tied up Tang Yuxin at the foot of bed.

Regardless where she was bound, all that mattered was that the deed was done.

Having received twenty dollars, Song Dashao was currently in high spirits, never mind whether Tang Yuxin remained present.

He extended his foot and vigorously kicked Tang Yumin.

The force from his foot collided with Tang Yuxin’s leg bone.

A cold drop of sweat rolled down from her forehead.

Scars littered her face, all drawn meticulously by Old Lady Song.

Her muscular body quivered, and she grit her teeth without issuing a single sound.

“Don’t come up on my bed, or I’ll kill you.”

Song Dashao once again directed a kick towards Tang Yuxin, then began rolling around on his bed with his twenty-sum money.

Standing to the side, Old Lady Song felt her teeth shudder.

Oh, son, mother didn’t mean for you to beat her.

If beating her would matter, mother would be the one to beat her to death, but what’s the use in merely beating her?

She still wouldn’t bear a son.

At the moment, Old Lady Song’s heart felt as though it were being stabbed by needles.

Grandson, grandson, her grandson.

Song Dashao soon began to snore, the sound could be heard even from outside the door.

He was sprawling in his sleep, similar to a pig.

His mouth was continuously making noises, his whole pillow soaked in his drool.

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While he was sound asleep, Old Lady Song stood guard outside the whole night, facing the chilly wind.

Even when the biting cold stitched her skin, she sweated profusely, in hot haste.

Didn’t Grandma Sun say the medication would make one crave the company of a woman instantly?

And that she couldn’t add too much of it, as only a small half was more than enough.

If she added too much, she should be wary of the woman being tortured to death.

And without a woman, where can she get a grandson from?

Consequently, she shouldn’t add too much.

However, Old Lady Song feared that it wouldn’t work, or that her son might be too unsophisticated.

In the end, she put more than half a pack, thinking that somehow, it should bypass everything and work.

But the medicine had been consumed, and yet her foolish son had just slept through the night.

Disbelieving, she bulldozed her way into the room.

Upon seeing the inside, she couldn’t even bring herself to shed tears.

Her son was still lying asprawl.

Tang Yuxin was still tied at the end of the bed, her clothes intact.

The way she had left her was the same as how she was now.

“Youtao…”

Song Dashao clutched his chest, producing copious amounts of drool.

He was practically dead asleep.

Wasn’t this drug supposed to make men desire women?

Yet why had her son shown not the slightest reaction?

Impossible, she turned around and immediately went out.

There was something not right about it, she had to confront Grandma Sun.

It couldn’t be that Grandma Sun had tricked her, that was three hundred dollars!

To accumulate that wealth, they would have had to break so much ground- they even have to refrain from eating chickens’ eggs to save money.

A person could speculate on the number of eggs they had to sell to get those three hundred dollars.

Let’s not dwell on the rest, to take her money is to court death.

With the loss of three hundred dollars in an instant, she suffered as if she were being skinned alive and her bones crushed.

Tang Yuxin opened her eyes, still tied.

Coils so taut she couldn’t even feel her own hand.

Her wrist was swollen from being squeezed, and the wounds on her face still ached.

She then closed her eyes once again, choosing to sit in resignation, listening to Song Dashao’s snores.

This time, she had escaped.

That was right, she had escaped.

Only, she didn’t know if there would be a next time.

She didn’t know when this kind of day would finally end.

She had no idea, and she wouldn’t venture to guess.

She made it through a day at a time, each enduring day might as well be considered a victory against time.

Outside, as the morning sun began to rise, the dawn light swept gently across everyone’s face with its chill wind, seemingly granting even the withered trees a touch of warmth.

Such warm colors.

Such a shallow golden glow.

A village void of humanity.

Moving back to when Old Lady Song went to Grandma Sun’s house.

Early in the morning, while Grandma Sun’s family was still asleep, Old Lady Song stood at the doorstep, shouting and swearing intermittently.

The curses she spat were ugly, almost offensively so.

They were enough to make people want to run headfirst into a wall and die.

If there was anyone in their village who they dared not provoke, it was Old Lady Song.

This wasn’t apparent when Old Lady Song first married into the village, as people only thought her temper was slightly more volatile.

But once her neighbor’s chickens ate her rice, she immediately brought a stool to their doorstep and sat there cursing nonstop for three days and nights.

The curses were so atrocious they belrought shame and humiliation, painstakingly denouncing each of their ancestors in elaborate detail.

The verbiage of the curses never repeated and never faltered.

In the end, the neighbors almost committed suicide- unable to withstand her incessant berating.


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