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The next day, Song Qingwan got up early. After washing up, she went to Li's house next door and brought Chun Ya out.

"Sister...sister...where are you going...to take me?"

"Don't be afraid. The gods will come soon. They will make you unconscious first and then heal you. This is because gods don't like to be seen by mortals. Do you understand?"

Song Qingwan could only come up with this excuse, otherwise she wouldn't be able to explain it later.

"Chun...Chun Ya...is not afraid of...immortals...she is...a good person."

Chun Ya looked ready to die.

Song Qingwan chuckled, comforted Chun Ya and asked her to relax, then took Chun Ya's hand and came to a secluded forest in the back mountain.

"Are you ready? The gods are coming? Close your eyes, don't open them."

Chun Ya closed her eyes obediently. Song Qingwan quickly took out the inhalation anesthetic from the space and let Chun Ya inhale it directly.

After a while, Chun Ya fell limply to the ground. Song Qingwan laid her body flat, and with a thought, she took Chun Ya into her laboratory.

Time was tight and Song Qingwan didn't dare to delay. She immediately changed into her white coat and began to examine Chun Ya.

Then all kinds of instruments were used and the conclusion was drawn:

Chun Ya just has a nerve connected under her tongue, which is why she stutters. It can be directly removed through surgery, which is not difficult.

Song Qingwan breathed a sigh of relief, put on a mask, washed her hands and disinfected them, and started the operation.

An hour later, the operation was completed successfully.

Song Qingwan took off her mask, changed her clothes, and brought Chun Ya, who was still unconscious, back to reality.

Another hour passed, Chun Ya slowly opened her eyes and was about to try to speak, but was held down by Song Qingwan.

"Don't move, and you can't speak yet. Just endure it for seven days.

The immortal said that he has given you the elixir, and it will take effect in seven days."

Song Qingwan used the excuse she had prepared long ago to stop Chun Ya's actions.

Although Chun Ya felt uncomfortable, she still did as she was told.

After a while, the effect of Chun Ya's anesthetic wore off, and Song Qingwan took her home.

Song Qingwan sent Chun Ya home and gave Li some instructions, such as not letting Chun Ya talk, not letting her touch cold water, and letting her rest as much as possible.

She also found some anti-inflammatory capsules, removed the skin, poured out the powder, wrapped it in paper and gave it to Li.

"Do this three times a day, Auntie, remember this."

"Okay, Qingwan, does the immortal have any other instructions?"

"No, the immortal only taught me some medical skills and asked me to help him treat patients in the world, but the treatment process must be kept secret."

Li nodded. Although she was a little skeptical, she swallowed her words when she saw Song Qingwan's serious explanation.

Let’s wait and see whether Chun Ya can get better first!

After giving the doctor's instructions, Song Qingwan returned home.

After entering the house, she did not forget what Liu had asked her to do, that is, to cut grass for the pigs, so she picked up her backpack and walked up the mountain.

"Oh, Qingwan is such a miserable child. How cruel is Liu?"

"I heard that Liu went to Wu's place today to cancel the engagement, but Wu was unwilling to do so, and the two had a big fight."

Song Qingwan listened silently to the discussions of the people around her, then she rolled her eyes and started acting again.

She deliberately slowed down her pace, raised her right hand and began to wipe her tears, sobbing.

"Qing Wan, what's wrong with you?"

Aunt Zhao quickly followed and asked, pretending to be concerned, but she was actually just watching the fun.

Song Qingwan naturally would not expose it, this was exactly what she wanted.

Song Qingwan smiled secretly and said, Here it comes!

"Wow, Auntie, how could Auntie Song do this?

Song Da's life is so miserable. Why, why did he become a eunuch? Does Aunt Song really have no sense of shame?

Song Qingwan had a look of grief and indignation on her face, as if she was really standing up for Song Da.

"Qing Wan, are you serious? Wu Shi really... can't be, Song Da is her own son."

Aunt Zhao refuted Song Qingwan in a pretentious manner, but her eyes were full of gossip.

Song Qingwan laughed secretly. Aunt Zhao was trying to trick her! The abacus beads were flying on her face!

"Auntie, haven't you heard of the dog-smashing effect?

If it was fake, why didn't she refute it? You can see that her face was red, and it was obvious that she was guilty.

If you throw a stone into a group of dogs, only whoever is hit will bark. Don’t you think this is true? ”

"this…"

Aunt Zhao seemed to be convinced by Song Qingwan's words and believed them halfway.

Originally, almost no one in the village would believe this. After all, incest was a rare thing in the conservative ancient times.

In addition, Songjia Village is not big and the villagers know each other, so the possibility is even smaller.

But now Song Qingwan's behavior made them begin to doubt. Could it be that Wu and Song Da were really committing incest?

"Auntie, I don't want to believe it either. After all...after all, Song Da and I are engaged. If I frame him for no reason, what good will it do me?

If my reputation is ruined, how can I get married in the future? "

Aunt Zhao nodded and believed it a little more.

When Song Qingwan saw that the fish had taken the bait, a barely perceptible smile appeared at the corner of her mouth.

"I'm going to their house tonight to verify it myself. I hope I'm wrong. I can clear Song Da's name."

Aunt Zhao pretended to persuade Song Qingwan for a while before leaving with a few friendly women.

Song Qingwan did not miss the excitement that flashed in Aunt Zhao's eyes. She didn't believe these women would miss such a big piece of news.

Song Qingwan quickly finished cutting the pig grass and walked back. On her way back, she deliberately passed by the Song family and threw a powerful aphrodisiac into the bucket in the Song family's yard.

If her guess was correct, the water inside was for drinking, and then we would be in for a good show.

As the sky gradually darkened, Song Qingwan came to the wall of the Song family's house and put her ear against it to listen to the noise inside.

"Mom, I feel a little hot and uncomfortable." This was Song Da's voice.

"Oh, it's the same for me, it's very hot tonight."

Wu got up and opened the window.

"No, Mom, I feel so uncomfortable, but I can't vent it."

Song Da began to complain irritably.

"Me too, hey, what's going on?"

But after a while, Song Qingwan heard the rustling sound of clothes being taken off inside, and she knew that the opportunity had come.

"You filthy bitch, you wretched man, I'll let you bully Song Qingwan!"

Song Qingwan held back her laughter, quickly took out a lighter from the space, lit the alcohol that had been prepared long ago, and threw it directly into Song's house.

Song Qingwan replaced the alcohol bottle with a plastic one in advance, so it burned faster.

After a while, flames began to appear in Song's house, and Song Da and Wu, who were inside, began to scream.

"There's a fire! There's a fire! Help! "

Song Qingwan began to shout at the top of her voice. When the villagers heard her shouting, they put on their clothes and came to the Song family's door.

"Qingwan, what's going on?" the village chief asked first.

"I don't know. I just got here and saw the fire."

Song Qingwan pretended to look pitiful, as if she was frightened.

The village chief began to organize people to put out the fire. Soon the fire was out, and Wu and Song Da ran out naked.

"Ah! You two, actually, actually..."

Song Qingwan opened her eyes wide and covered her mouth, as if she was too embarrassed to speak.

"Song Qingwan!"

Song Da acted as if he wanted to eat Song Qingwan and was about to rush over.

"Brother Song, men and women should not touch each other, please put on some pants!"

Song Qingwan suppressed her smile, her face full of grief.

"Song Da! Wu Shi! What are you talking about?"

The village chief finally couldn't bear it anymore and got angry. His old face turned red and he turned away, unable to bear to look at it.