My Wife Is A Miracle Doctor In The 80s

Chapter 607: Chapter 599: Killing Money Is A Waste Chapter 607: Chapter 599: Killing Money Is A Waste “You old hag, you hurt her and you owe me five hundred dollars.

You kidnapped her, then you dare to say she’s missing.

I’ve searched half the village for her, it seems that you did this.

Did you?!”

After being slapped, the old woman’s head was spinning.

She had been cursed at for so long, and without food or drink, she hadn’t even the strength to retort.

The old woman was so beaten that she couldn’t utter a word.

She would only dare to assert herself before the weak, but against the aggressive, she was nothing but a coward.

If she were truly a fierce woman, the old man would not have been able to hit her from their young days until now.

And the village simpleton is just like the old man, the very same disposition.

He’s likely a wife-beater too.

Otherwise, even the biggest fool would have someone willing to marry their daughter to him, given the generous bridal gifts.

But because he’s known to be violent, no one dares to think of it anymore.

Selling a daughter is one thing, but at least she should be safe, right?

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But if they dared to marry their daughter to this village simpleton, they’d probably end up receiving a corpse instead.

No one finds their children on the street, this action could literally kill, and it’s bound for the eighteenth level of Hell.

The old man stepped forward and untied the knots on Tang Yuxin’s body, but he also took the opportunity to grope her a great deal.

Tang Yuxin was balled up, blood oozing from her wounds.

They were horrifying to behold, but the people of the Song Family showed no concern.

One had run away and vanished, while the other took advantage of her situation.

“Get up, wench.

Cook for me if you’re not dead.”

Just as the old man was about to grope her again, the frantic footsteps of the old woman could be heard rushing over.

“Do you want us all to starve to death?”

Upon seeing the old woman arrive, the old man withdrew his skinny hand.

So far, no one knew about his lecherous intentions.

If they did, regardless of anything else, even his own wife could beat him to death.

The old man was frustrated about his own impotence.

He wasn’t like this before, he still had desires.

Although not as vigorous as in his youth, he was still operational.

But recently, he just couldn’t get it up, no matter what he tried, there was no response.

He felt his pocket, finding a small packet of medicine.

It was something he’d found, tossed away by the old woman.

It was that type of drug, and it should be useful if he took it.

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His idiot son was no value, that didn’t mean he was useless too.

Tang Yuxin stood rigidly, she had always known about the disgusting, unbearable gazes and the discomfort of the hands of the old man touching her.

She was absentmindedly rubbing her own arms, a gloomy sadness brewed in her lifeless eyes.

No fear, she reassured herself, she had her needles.

As long as she had her needles, the old man wouldn’t dare do anything to her, right?

Yes, that’s right.

Given the old man’s current physical condition, he couldn’t possibly do anything to her.

She brought over a basin of cold water.

Her reflection in the water was almost ghost-like.

She was uugly, but it no longer mattered to her.

Now, the uglier she was, the better.

And whether she could leave was still uncertain.

Who was there to see her ugliness or beauty?

Perhaps being ugly might extend her survival a little while longer.

She dipped her hand into the cold water, splashing some on her forehead and face to wash away the blood.

Once the blood was washed away, it stopped flowing.

She had managed to stop the bleeding herself.

It was only after washing the blood from her face that she noticed how badly she was hurt.

There was a gash about two inches long across her forehead.

These wounds needed stitches, or they would struggle to heal, and could easily tear open and bleed again.

She soaked a cloth in the basin, cleaning it.

Once it was dry, she prepared to wrap it around her head.

If the old woman put her to work in the field tomorrow, she would try to find some anti-inflammatory herbs.

The village was so poor it was infuriating, anyone accustomed to city living would struggle to survive here, let alone her, who has experienced life more than a decade in the future.

And the world had undergone earth-shattering changes over those decades.

Is it any wonder that many women, once abducted and sold, even after they’re found and rescued, refuse to return?

Aside from those who have begun families of their own, the others have had their souls damaged.

That kind of damage is almost completely destructive, having lived in such backward conditions for decades, having grown used to this isolation, they’re unable to handle the dazzling lights of the big city.

They become dark, fearful, weak, and unwilling to take another step forward.

When people are sold, in the end their hearts are also sold.

Looking at her own ghostly reflection in the water, Tang Yuxin suddenly cracked a bitter smile.

“Your name is Tang Yuxin, you’ve lived through a lifetime already, you can’t be weak this time, no matter what the world has become, no matter what kind of situation you live in, no matter what kind of hardships you’ve experienced, no matter where you’ve been hurt, and no matter what you’ve lost, your face, your arms, your legs, or even your innocence.”

None of that mattered.

She had to survive.

She had to escape.

She had to live as a human.

She had to see her family again.

She had to always remember who she is.

She wasn’t anyone else, she was Tang Yuxin, she was the never-yielding Tang Yuxin.

She brought up a handful of cold water once more, dousing it on her forehead.

With the sensation of ice and fire on her wound, the pain reminded her.

She is alive, she is not numb, there is still a small spark in her heart, and where there was a spark, there could be a roaring blaze across a vast prairie.

She looked outside, another day had passed.

The night wind was cool, briskly chilling, deeply dark.

The door was softly pushed open.

Tang Yuxin opened her eyes, a faint candlelight spilled in through the gap in the door.

Underneath the candlelight, the old man’s dried up, skin-and-bone face looked even more hideous.

The old man placed the candle at one side, reeked of alcohol.

He belched, the strong alcohol almost knocking him out.

He clumsily undid his clothes, his face flushed unnaturally red.

The rosy color made his bark-like face look even more shriveled.