The rural doctor is busy with farming, and her abstinent husband can't bear it

Zi Ling's wife would never sincerely save Zhao, she was just going through the motions for the sake of face among the neighbors."

Uncle Li touched his gray beard and said nothing, but he had different opinions in his heart.

He observed the young woman carefully, and the sincerity and determination revealed between her eyebrows did not seem like someone who would play tricks on people.

If she wasn't sincere, she could have just refused. But since she had made the promise, she would definitely do her best.

In the crowd, discussions arose one after another, and everyone was speculating on the final outcome.

In this small village, birth, aging, sickness and death are top priorities. No one wants to miss such a heart-wrenching event.

Su Yu followed Jiang Xunzhong into the house and was immediately greeted by an unbearable odor.

At first she thought it was due to poor ventilation in the room, but as she got closer to Zhao's bed, the smell became stronger and stronger, rushing straight to her nose.

She did not hide the displeasure on her face at all, and gently placed her slender fingers on Zhao's wrist, trying to find clues from her pulse.

Zhao's body was incredibly hot, like a branding iron, but the strange thing was that her pulse was not as rapid and strong as it should be for a high fever. Instead, it was weak and fine, almost undetectable.

Su Yu's brows furrowed even tighter. This pulse was neither the same as an ordinary cold nor a typical symptom of typhoid fever. It seemed extremely abnormal.

What kind of mystery is hidden behind this inexplicable high fever?

Jiang Xunzhong was watching Su Yu's every move closely. She looked solemn with a frown on her face, and the anxiety in her heart was as heavy as a huge rock pressing down on her head.

Is he going to experience the heart-wrenching pain of losing a loved one again?

"What is this pungent smell coming from her? Why is it so bad?"

Su Yu asked with a frown.

Jiang Xunzhong quickly explained: "That's ointment for healing wounds. Zhao's hand was accidentally bitten by Daya, so she put some ointment on it."

"Golden wound medicine?" Su Yu seemed a little surprised.

"Yes, it is indeed a golden medicine. How is it, is there... is there still room for recovery?" Jiang Xunzhong asked anxiously with slightly red eyes and a bit of sob in his voice.

Su Yu secretly wondered in his heart, why is the smell of this golden wound medicine so strong and pungent, is there something else going on?

Then she asked, "Where is the wound? Let me see what the situation is."

This professional and calm attitude gave Jiang Xunzhong a glimmer of faint but real hope.

Her words floated out softly, with a hint of casual curiosity. After all, in her understanding, children's teeth are tender, so how deep could the damage caused be?

However, when Jiang Xunzhong slowly rolled up Zhao's sleeves, that scene made Su Yu's heart tremble violently.

The wound on the exposed arm was not only deep but also had an unhealthy dark purple edge. Pus slowly seeped out of the wound and the surrounding skin was abnormally swollen, making it almost unbearable to look at.

Such symptoms are obviously closely related to Zhao's high fever for several days.

Covering the wound was a layer of shiny black ointment with a pungent odor, which undoubtedly showed that it was the culprit that caused all the deterioration.

How could a simple bite, if treated properly, turn into such a tragic scene?

"Where does this ointment come from?"

Su Yu's question was mixed with a bit of surprise and worry.

"Is there any problem? This is what she brought as a dowry. It is said to be a top-grade medicine for wounds. I relied on it to heal my wounds in the past."

Jiang Xunzhong answered calmly, as if he didn't realize there was anything wrong.

"Dowry? That's a long time coming!"

Su Yu couldn't help but hold his forehead and sigh.

In his heart, the ointment had been treasured for many years like a rare treasure, but he didn't know that time had already caused it to deteriorate and become ineffective, otherwise how could it emit such a disgusting stench.

What’s even more shocking is that someone would dare to apply such an ointment to an open wound. It would be a miracle if it didn’t cause infection.

Just looking at the worsening wound is enough to guess the serious side effects hidden behind this ointment.

After determining the cause of the disease, Su Yu immediately started targeted treatment.

First, she carefully prepared a medicinal soup that could both reduce inflammation and fever, and personally fed it to Zhao.

After ensuring that the disease was initially under control, she did not rush to take the next step.

The next more critical treatment step must wait until Zhao is fully awake before it can continue.

After all, the muscles in Zhao's arm were partially necrotic. The only way to recover completely was to surgically remove the necrotic tissue, then use strong liquor to carefully clean the wound, remove all pus, and finally apply a special herbal ointment that could accelerate tissue regeneration.

Although the pain of this process is not as severe as the regeneration of broken bones, it is also a great test of will and endurance.

Today, she will let Zhao feel the pain of having her flesh cut out and experience the suffering that Jiang Ziling had experienced.

But this was not out of cruelty. She was determined not to perform the operation when the other party was unconscious. That might be a kind of cruelty that was too gentle for Zhao.

"Don't worry, she'll be fine. Let me know when she wakes up."

Su Yu's words were brief and firm, bringing a sense of comfort to Jiang Xunzhong.

He nodded heavily, and although he only uttered a simple "thank you", his eyes showed complex and indistinguishable emotions, as if he was trying to figure out the true intentions of the woman in front of him.

As the crowd of onlookers outside the door gradually dispersed and everyone returned to working in the fields, only members of the Jiang family were left in the yard.

When Xie Xinghua learned that Zhao's condition had worsened, she hurriedly called the children back into the house to prevent them from making noise outside and disrupting this delicate moment.

She is always so cautious in her actions and will never allow any words or actions that may cause trouble.

As for Fang Qin, she didn't seem to care much about Zhao's safety. She just played with the children and enjoyed her own little happiness.

At this moment, Su Yu was holding a pot of strong liquor that had just been prepared, and next to it were hemostatic and tissue-growing herbs that had been carefully selected, ground, and mixed into a paste with clean water.

Everything was ready, and she finally picked up an extremely sharp knife. The sharp light of the blade seemed to foreshadow the upcoming drastic changes and rebirth.

Xier squatted obediently in a corner of the room, her round eyes sparkling with a child's unique curiosity. She stared closely at this series of unusual actions, as if witnessing a mysterious drama that was about to unfold.

Jiang Ziling frowned slightly, with a tone of confusion and doubt: "What are you doing? Why are you sharpening the knife?"

Su Yu smiled calmly, and his words revealed an unquestionable determination: "I intend to avenge you."

These words were like a thunderclap, which shocked Jiang Ziling's heart and a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes.

Did she really mean this? Doubts grew wildly in my heart.