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"Good, good, good!"

After hearing what Xing Ge'er said, Qian Lizheng said "good" three times in a row. He looked so excited, as if Song Haoming's leg was completely healed at this moment.

The three of them discussed it again and decided that Qian Lizheng would be fully responsible for the matter discussed today, and Ye Fanxing only needed to take care of Song Haoming.

Ye Fanxing drove the mule cart and took Song Haoming and Xiao Nan'er for another stroll in the village. When they returned home, it was slowly getting dark.

As soon as the donkey cart came to a stop, Song Haoming's cold voice rang in Ye Fanxing's ears: "Don't worry, I know my own injuries well."

Does Song Haoming feel that his leg injury is too severe to be treated?

Ye Fanxing felt helpless when she saw that his face turned cold again after he said this.

"You know? Are you a doctor?"

As he said this, he ignored Song Haoming's expression, carried him on his back, and said as he walked: "Even if you are a doctor, you should know that doctors cannot treat themselves."

As night fell, Ye Fanxing lit an oil lamp, illuminating the room. He then brought in a basin of warm water, wanting to give the two of them a wash. He saw the father and son lying obediently on the bed. Neither of them was asleep, and no one spoke.

Seeing that Big Daddy seemed to have made Little Daddy angry again, three-year-old Nan'er huddled up in the bed obediently, blinking her little eyes, fearing that she would make Little Daddy angry too.

Ye Fanxing came to the bed, lifted the quilt, revealing Song Haoming's two scarred legs.

Song Haoming's whole body stiffened. Ever since he was injured, no one had touched his legs. Even he looked depressed when he saw these two legs.

Because, this pair of crippled legs has been constantly reminding him...

As soon as Ye Fanxing saw it, she knew that Song Haoming must have recalled some unpleasant past events.

Ye Fanxing interrupted his thoughts and said, "Just make do with it today. I'll simply wipe you. If you see your legs tomorrow, I don't know when you can take a bath again."

"Song Haoming, it was all my fault that I made you suffer in the past. I don't expect you to forgive me, but I will definitely make it up to you!"

Ye Fanxing didn't know why he said this while wiping his legs. He just hoped that Song Haoming would be happy and relax his guard against him.

Ye Fanxing asked himself, if it were him, he would not be able to forgive the other person so easily.

After helping the father and son wash up, he stood alone in the yard, feeling an endless loneliness for no apparent reason.

After being reborn, looking at the dim light coming from Song Haoming's house, I don't know why I felt at ease.

With a long sigh, Ye Fanxing returned to his room. The room was dark, so he turned on a lamp and lay quietly in the darkness, waiting for tomorrow to come.

……

While Jiang Ying was spreading the bedding, she asked Qian Lizheng, who had just returned from outside, "How is the matter going?"

Qian Lizheng almost patted his chest to make a promise, and said proudly: "Is there anything wrong with my work?"

Just when Qian was feeling proud, there was a hurried knock on the door. He was frightened and trembled all over. He shouted angrily: "Who are you trying to scare to death by knocking on the door so late at night?"

"I'm sorry, Uncle Village Chief, I'm Ye Wencai, I... I'm here to borrow the ox cart."

Ye Wencai said in a trembling voice, his face was pale and his eyes were dull.

In his unfocused pupils, there was only the scene of pushing open the door. In the dim room, Xu Laonian fell to the ground, with a pool of blood on his head...

Ye Wencai was so frightened that his legs went limp on the spot. He bravely walked up to Xu Laonian and called him several times, but there was no response. He squatted down and took a closer look, then screamed in horror: "Ah!"

Mr. Xu’s entire body was cold, his face was as pale as paper, and his breath was barely there.

Ye Wencai was so scared that he ran out of the house, shouting like crazy: "Dad, Mom, come quickly, something bad has happened!"

Ye Laosan was sitting in his room smoking his pipe and feeling sulky because Xu Laonian came to his house to ask for money again.

As for Xu Yingdi, after being slapped hard by Ye Laosan, she lay on the bed sobbing softly.

"Dad! Mom! Open the door quickly, open the door quickly, come and see my grandpa." There was a faint tone of crying in Ye Wencai's voice.

Ye Laosan heard the urgency in Ye Wencai's tone, glared at Xu Yingdi fiercely, and quickly opened the door and asked, "What's going on?"

"Dad, my grandfather, he...fell to the ground, his head was covered in blood."

"Will he die?"

Speaking of the word death, Ye Wencai's legs almost became as soft as noodles.

Ye Lao San was shocked: "What nonsense are you talking about? How could your grandfather die?"

As he said that, he walked quickly to Ye Wencai's bedroom. He was startled when he saw Xu Laonian's listless appearance. He walked over quickly and checked him. Seeing that he was still breathing weakly, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Turning around, Ye Wencai was curled up by the door, looking like he didn't want to go in.

"Ye Wencai, come here and die." Ye Laosan was furious. He didn't understand why he gave birth to such a waste.

"I...I'm scared."

"Go away! Go and borrow a bullock cart from the head of the village."

Ye Wencai ran out quickly, for he was afraid that if he was any later, Ye Laosan would call him back. As for Xu Laonian, he didn't dare to even look at him.

Qian Lizheng really disliked the Ye family and turned a deaf ear to the urgent and loud knocks on the door, which was an intentional way of ignoring them.

Jiang Ying couldn't bear to watch it anymore, so she said softly, "His father, go open the door quickly. He's knocking so urgently, maybe something's wrong."

Qian Lizheng glanced at her sideways and curled his lips in disdain. The Ye family never has troubles.

Qian Lizheng opened the door reluctantly. The moment the door opened, Ye Wencai couldn't control his body and fell down.

Ye Wencai stood up quickly and said in a hurry: "Uncle Lizheng, my grandfather was injured in my house. I came to borrow a bullock cart to take him to the town for medical treatment."

Qian Lizheng cursed inwardly, this was a matter of life and death, no matter how big the resentment was, he had to let it go.

Qian Lizheng immediately ordered angrily: "The Song family has a mule cart, which is faster than an ox's trot. Wencai, don't just stand there, go to the Song family and borrow a mule cart!"

It’s not that his ox cart cannot be borrowed, but after Xiang Wen had dinner, he drove the ox cart to his father-in-law’s house and has not returned yet.

Ye Wencai opened his mouth. With so many things happening in the past few days, he was afraid that Ye Fanxing might not be willing to lend him the car now.

"Why are you still standing there? Human lives are at stake. How can you delay any longer?"

Ye Wencai gritted his teeth and knocked on the Song family's gate. The person who came to open the door was Ye Fanxing, who was driving a mule cart.

Late in the night, this little thing had already caused a huge uproar in this quiet village. People who wanted to see the fun kept rushing to the Ye family.