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

He is no longer the child who needed protection many years ago. After experiencing the baptism of wind and frost, he has grown into a man who can face the wind and rain alone.

The care that was absent in the darkest moments is nothing but a redundant echo when mentioned again now, and the false sympathy seems cheap and unnecessary.

Jiang Xunzhong stood at the threshold for a long time, his chest heaving as he let out a long breath. The complex emotions in his eyes finally turned into an inaudible sigh. He turned around and left silently, leaving behind an unspeakable regret.

Inside the house, the candlelight flickered. Su Yu held a gleaming scimitar tightly in his hand. His eyes were as sharp as a hawk. He gave an order to Zhao who was curled up in the corner: "Stretch out your hand for me."

Her voice was cold and authoritative, and it brooked no rejection.

Zhao's face was filled with fear and helplessness, but with Su Yu's insistence, she realized that if the rotten flesh was not removed, her condition would only worsen.

So, even though her heart was filled with unspeakable fear, she still stretched out her hand slowly and tremblingly, as if she was handing her fate over to the other person.

However, when Su Yu's sharp knife tip gently touched the edge of the rotten wound, a sudden severe pain made Zhao scream, and she almost reflexively wanted to pull back her hand.

Seeing this, Su Yu curled up the corners of her mouth into a cold smile, and a barely perceptible ruthlessness flashed in her eyes - yes, she just wanted to scare her, because this was the lesson she deserved.

At this time, Jiang Xunzhong's footsteps were approaching from afar. Su Yu ordered without raising his head: "Help me hold her hand down, don't let her move."

Jiang Xunzhong hesitated for a moment, but finally followed Su Yu's instructions, even though his heart was full of contradictions and struggles.

His hands held Zhao's arm tightly. With a sharp cut of Su Yu's knife, a foul-smelling pus and blood splashed out instantly, staining the surrounding ground red. Zhao's screams pierced the silent night, sad and shrill.

She struggled with her instinctive resistance, but Su Yu's voice was calm and carried an irresistible majesty: "If you move again, I can't guarantee where the blade will stop."

This sentence was like a spell, instantly locking down all of Zhao's movements. She could only grit her teeth, tense her whole body, and endure the seemingly endless torture.

Every time the blade passed, it was accompanied by Zhao's suppressed screams. The sound was thin but penetrating, and it was unbearable to listen to.

Jiang Xunzhong was standing by, unable to bear watching this cruel scene. He avoided the scene and tilted his head to one side, but he unconsciously increased the strength in his hands, as if this could ease the torment in his heart.

Zhao's wails echoed in the quiet air, sounding particularly harsh.

Su Yu's technique was skilled and ruthless, and he quickly cleared away all the dead flesh around the wound.

Just when Zhao thought that all these hardships were about to come to an end, a new wave of pain surged over her like a tide, and she let out another heart-wrenching scream, which contained too much despair, fear and unwillingness... Su Yu held the small bottle filled with high-proof alcohol and tilted it carefully. The clear and pungent liquid slowly flowed on Zhao's bloody wound.

At that moment, Zhao's body trembled violently, as if every drop of alcohol turned into a sharp needle tip, ruthlessly piercing the skin and flesh and hitting the bone marrow. The pain was no less than directly cutting off a piece of flesh and blood.

Finally, in this unbearable torture, Zhao lost consciousness due to the pain and her body collapsed to the ground.

Su Yu glanced at her pale face from the corner of his eye, a hint of indifference flashed in his eyes, and then he turned his head and continued with the work in his hands without any pause.

Then, she took out a special herbal medicine from the medicine box beside her. The herb was green in color and exuded a faint herbal fragrance. When applied to Zhao's wound, it could effectively promote tissue healing and reduce scars.

As the herbs adhered to her skin, although Zhao was unconscious, her slightly furrowed brow seemed to relax a little.

After finishing the job, Su Yu stood up, pulled out the short blade that shone coldly in the night from his waist, and wiped the remaining blood on the blade meticulously.

Then she picked up the alcohol cotton ball and carefully disinfected the blade, making sure every inch of the blade was as smooth as new.

This knife is not only her self-defense tool, but also her medical weapon. Its sharpness is enough to inspire awe.

Therefore, she always wrapped it in soft white cloth with extra care and hid it in a place that was not easily touched, for fear that the lively and active Xier would accidentally touch it and cause something unexpected.

"Remember, I will come again tomorrow to change the medicine. Remember not to let the wound get wet within seven days."

Su Yu spoke in a calm and firm tone as he warned Jiang Xunzhong, who was standing beside him with anxiety.

Jiang Xunzhong's eyes were full of gratitude, his lips trembled slightly, and he said in a low and sincere voice: "Thank...thank you." His gratitude was beyond words.

Su Yu smiled lightly, but his eyes were filled with unquestionable determination: "No need to do so. If it weren't for giving Ziling justice, I would have no intention of intervening in this matter."

Seeing a trace of confusion on Jiang Xunzhong's face, Su Yu raised a cold smile: "Why do you think I deliberately didn't give her painkillers?"

Jiang Xunzhong stared at Su Yu in a daze. Her smile seemed particularly mysterious under the dim light, which made him feel a chill in his heart and shiver.

It was late at night and Su Yu hurried back home. The first thing that came into his sight was Xier, who was sleeping soundly on the bed.

She asked softly to Jiang Ziling who was standing beside her: "The noise just now didn't wake her up, did it?"

Jiang Ziling shook his head. Zhao's almost hysterical screams were clearly audible even through several doors, but he replied with relief: "No, she is sleeping soundly."

Su Yu's tense nerves relaxed slightly after hearing this: "That's good. What I fear most is disturbing her."

Just as she was about to turn around, Jiang Ziling called out softly, "Ayu!"

"Huh? What's the matter?"

Su Yu turned around and answered gently.

Jiang Ziling hesitated a little, as if looking for the right words: "Actually, you don't have to do this for me..."

"What do you mean?"

Su Yu seemed a little puzzled, "Are you talking about the Zhao family's matter?"

Jiang Ziling nodded in agreement.

Su Yu was a little confused by Jiang Ziling's concerns: "What do you mean?"

"It's just... enduring the dissatisfaction in my heart and treating her."

Jiang Ziling tried to explain.

Su Yu nodded gently, his eyes became deep: "Indeed, this process is not pleasant, but it is not just for you. In this village, people's words are scary. If I stand aside today, I am afraid that someone will point fingers at me behind my back in the future. I don't care about other people's opinions, but we live here after all, and it is wise to try to avoid becoming the topic of gossip for others after dinner."