My Wife Is A Miracle Doctor In The 80s

Chapter 625: Chapter 617 Fighting Youtao Chapter 625: Chapter 617 Fighting Youtao Tang Yuxin gripped her cup more tightly, lifted her face, and a pair of eyes like black pearls finally sparkled with life.

Yet, just as before, they were untainted by anything.

As long as she was Tang Yuxin, she would inevitably change.

Don’t think for a moment that she would let the Song Family off so easily.

Her revenge against the Song Family had already begun, which is why she bore their treatment passive and uncomplaining, why she neither fought back against beatings nor retorted against scoldings.

Besides protecting herself, another aim was to crush the hopes of the entire Song Family, to show them for looking down on others, to reveal the filth in their hearts.

Gu Ning then patted the top of her head again, “Rest well, we’ll prepare to go back in a few days.”

“And…” his voice paused for a moment before he reached out and turned Tang Yuxin’s face towards him.

“Miss Tang, can you tell me what you did?

What happened, did you just go on a trip, and ended up in the hands of human traffickers?”

“This…” Tang Yuxin’s slightly upturned red lips seemed to bear a trace of bitterness.

“Let’s talk about it later,” she placed the cup under her chin.

It’s not that she didn’t want to speak or couldn’t, but she still needed to think about how to phrase it, and, upon returning once more, whether those people would try the same trick again.

Gu Ning didn’t press her because he truly understood Tang Yuxin’s temperament.

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The things she wanted to say, you wouldn’t have to ask, and she would tell you regardless.

She would only speak of what she wished to, and if she didn’t want to talk about something, even a knife at her throat might not make her willing.

This was such a stubborn woman; who knew how much more she would have to suffer.

The important thing was to avoid suffering in the same way again.

That night, the breeze was gentle, especially in such a quiet little mountain village where hardly a sound could be heard — even the big yellow dog lying outside was asleep, not to mention the people.

The village suddenly lost three women, but it seemed to have no impact on village life.

After all, the traffickers had been brought to justice, yet the backwardness and ignorance of these villagers couldn’t be tried for any crime.

The Song Family continued to live in their own courtyard house without any notable change, except for staying indoors the first few days.

These days, they dared to go out, although Old Madame Song and Song Dasha both had head wounds, and had been beaten until their scalps bled.

However, after the village doctor’s visit, it was said they only suffered superficial injuries.

Two large bleeding wounds in exchange for a thousand yuan — it seemed the Song Family had come out ahead.

Moreover, when that stool came crashing down, it didn’t turn Old Madame Song into an idiot, nor did it make Song Dasha any smarter.

In any case, the Song Family remained unchanged from before.

Old Master Song was still bedridden, going from one uncertain meal to the next.

Sometimes Old Madame Song wouldn’t think of him for a whole day, leaving Old Master Song to suffer from hunger and thirst, worse off than even the yellow dog at the doorstep.

As for Song Dasha, with his head not yet healed, he went off in search of Youtao.

Old Madame Song was so angry that her heart felt like it would burst.

At home, tired and hungry, without even a sip of hot water, as soon as Song Dasha returned, he wanted food.

However, with nothing but a cold stove, where was there food for him to eat?

Hungry with no other recourse, Song Dasha resorted to stealing food from others, but ended up caught red-handed.

Even with the intervention of relatives, he eventually got dragged away and beaten up by the victims.

Now the entire family was starving, but none of them could move, all of them dizzied by hunger.

Since buying Tang Yuxin, life for the Song Family had generally gone well.

There was someone to do the chores at home and to work the fields, and everyday they came home to hot water and ready meals.

But now, there hadn’t been a fire lit in the house for days.

They hadn’t noticed her presence while she was there, but as soon as she left, they acutely felt the absence—her absence was as significant as losing the main beam of their house, wasn’t it?

That evening, Old Madame Song and her family all drank cold water and filled their stomachs with pancakes made a few days earlier.

Spirits already low, their sleep was deep and each snored loudly enough to shake the heavens.

Right then, a dark figure quietly leaped over the fence of the Song house, not making even the slightest noise.

With a squeak, the door opened.

Old Madame Song was still snoring deeply, fast asleep, unaware that her door had been opened.

What’s more, she didn’t realize the large chest where she locked her money had been opened too.

The cash she had yet to enjoy the warmth of was taken without missing a cent.

“My money, my money…”

When Old Madame Song got up early in the morning, she found her large cash chest had been opened and the more than a thousand dollars inside were all gone—not a single dollar had been spent!

“You dead old man, did you take my money?”

Old Madame Song stormed into Old Master Song’s room and roughly dragged him down from the ‘kang’ bed.

A snapping sound was heard, as if a bone had broken.

Old Master Song’s face was covered in cold sweat from the pain; he was in so much agony he couldn’t speak for a long time.

Old Madame Song didn’t care whether he lived or died, but then she thought of her absent son, Song Dashen, and wondered if he might have taken her money to that vixen Youtao.

Fuming, she rushed to find the “fox spirit.”

By the time she got there, Song Dashen was tilling the field for the Youtao family.

Old Madame Song’s anger surged without a word, and she picked up a rock and threw it at Youtao.

A scream was heard.

Youtao clutched her face, which had always been her pride—now it was mangled and bloody.

Everyone else was dumbstruck by the scene.

By the time they came to their senses, Youtao was rolling her eyes back in pain, while Old Madame Song stood with one hand on her hip and the other still pointing and cursing at Youtao’s people profanely.

Old Madame Song’s ability to curse people was unparalleled in the village, so her words quickly ignited fierce anger in Youtao’s family.

Added to this was Youtao’s howling in agony.

Now was not the time to measure who could curse louder, but whose fists were harder.

Unsurprisingly, Old Madame Song, despite wanting to gain an advantage verbally, and being infamous for her ability to insult people in the village, was weak when it came to physical altercations.

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A single finger from the villagers could easily crush her, let alone so many fists.

Not long after, both Old Madame Song and Song Dashen returned to their dwelling with faces swollen like pig heads, utterly humiliated.

Meanwhile, Old Master Song was still lying on the ground—his broken leg could have healed in a few months, and although it wouldn’t be very graceful, at least he would have been able to walk.