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

Originally she thought that she was just eliminating one evil, exchanging one life for another, an act of accumulating virtue, but she had not expected that the threads of fate were intertwined, and her change of that woman's fate actually affected the people around her, causing Jiang Youfu, who should not have died, to meet with an unexpected death, and this punishment came at the cost of the misery of the entire family.

But he passed away quietly on that stormy night, as if fate had played a deliberate trick on him, engraving the sorrow forever in the memory of this family.

A wave of regret surged in Si Niang's heart. Her deft hands clenched into fists, and a barely perceptible hint of self-blame flashed in her eyes.

Her negligence and failure to promptly perform the ancient rooster ritual to dispel the ominous aura that was lingering over the Jiang family ultimately led to unbearable consequences.

What makes her even more frightened is that the Jiang family is hiding a ghost from another world, who is like a lurking poisonous snake, who may bar his fangs at any time and threaten everyone's peace.

Thinking of this, Si Niang's brows furrowed even tighter. She understood that if she continued to interfere in the affairs of the Jiang family, her own weathered life would be in danger.

Then, a look of determination appeared on Si Niang's face, and her words were as cold and hard as iron, "You go now. I, Si Niang, am powerless to stop the Jiang family's storm."

After she finished speaking, her fingers had already placed on the door bolt, ready to completely isolate herself from this disturbance.

However, Jiang Xunzhong's bloodshot eyes were filled with anxiety and pleading, and he stood in front of the door that was about to close, almost in a pleading manner.

"Fourth Lady, my dear Fourth Lady, please have mercy on me and show me a clear path! I am willing to give you any amount of money, and we can discuss it!"

Jiang Xunzhong's voice trembled with anxiety, revealing the helplessness and despair of a father.

Si Niang, the woman known for her greed in the countryside, has a past filled with countless sad stories of saving seriously ill children.

For the sake of a glimmer of hope for survival, she was willing to give up everything she had and go into heavy debt. Therefore, she has always found it difficult to resist the temptation of money.

But this time, facing Jiang Xunzhong's almost pleading eyes, Si Niang's heart was as firm as a rock.

She knew very well that no amount of wealth could buy her life, and her own safety was the only thing that mattered.

The door slowly closed under her firm determination, and the knocking sounds of Jiang Xunzhong outside the door gradually became weak and desperate, and finally fell silent.

Jiang Xunzhong could only leave with a heart full of regret in the end, leaving behind a heavy sigh that echoed in this empty alley.

Inside the room, Si Niang's gaze lingered on the thin body on the bed, tenderly yet painfully.

The child looked like a dead leaf that was about to be blown away by the wind. His skin was tightly attached to his bones, and his face was as pale as the snow that had not melted in winter. His lips were even darker, with an ominous purple hue.

As a psychic, she was well aware of the risks that conceiving a new life brought, but her maternal desire and fear of loneliness made her resolutely choose this difficult path.

But fate always seemed to like playing tricks on her. The child had been plagued by illness since the day he was born. No matter how many doctors he visited and how many medicines he took, there was no sign of improvement.

It was not until one divination in the dead of night that Si Niang caught a glimmer of faint light - somewhere in this small town, there might be hope of curing the child.

Although her hope was as slim as the dimmest star in the night sky, she still settled her home on this land without hesitation, hoping for a miracle to happen day and night.

But as time passed, the child's condition not only did not improve, but got worse. Those hexagrams were like phantoms in the fog, and it was always difficult to reveal a way out.

Si Niang's deep reluctance and love for her son drove her to make an astonishing decision - to exchange her own life for the survival of her child, and to use rare and precious medicines to sustain the child's weak life flame every day.

She gently stroked the child's cheek, her voice gentle but firm: "Xiao Bai, there must be someone in this world who can cure your illness. Mom believes it. As long as mom is here, I will never let you have any mishaps."

These words not only express the mother's endless love for her child, but also the difficult-to-resolve complex in her heart.

The divinations are always accurate, and she firmly believes that even if the time has not come, a turning point will always come.

At this moment, Fang Qin returned from the village with the silver she got from Zhao and a live chicken, but unexpectedly met Jiang Xunzhong, who looked dazed, in front of her house.

In a domineering manner, she ordered Jiang Xunzhong to prepare the chicken and asked the eldest wife to stew it and send it over.

Jiang Xunzhong looked at her with complicated eyes, but did not do as she said immediately. In his heart, he was repeatedly chewing over Si Niang's touching words, and an idea began to quietly sprout in his mind - if the turning point of the Jiang family's fate really lies in himself, then as long as he is no longer a coward and takes the initiative to find a way out, can he really reverse the Jiang family's seemingly irreversible fate?

Seeing her usually obedient father-in-law ignoring her orders, Fang Qin's anger was instantly ignited, like dry wood ignited by sparks, burning fiercely.

"Are you deaf? Can't you hear what I say?"

She shouted harshly, and pushed the chicken in her hand impatiently against Jiang Xunzhong's chest, trying to awaken his "obedience".

Jiang Xunzhong pulled hard, snatched the chicken, which was struggling helplessly with its wings and legs tied, and threw it hard to the ground.

The sound, accompanied by the mournful cries of a rooster, suddenly rang out in the yard, shaking the air around it.

The chicken kicked its legs twice in vain on the mud, then its body collapsed limply, the fire of life suddenly extinguished.

Jiang Xunzhong's gaze was like ice, sharp and carrying an irresistible force, locking onto Fang Qin who was not far away.

He didn't say anything, but the anger contained in that silence was more oppressive than any words.

Fang Qin couldn't help but tremble under this sudden momentum, as if an invisible chill ran into her spine, causing her to take a step back.

"You...are you crazy..."

Fang Qin's voice trembled slightly as she questioned with disbelief. As she spoke, she bent down tremblingly and picked up the lifeless chicken on the ground. She glanced at Jiang Xunzhong with a complicated expression, and then quickly left this depressing scene as if she was fleeing.

Jiang Xunzhong's chest heaved violently, and his heart pounded like a drum. It was not until Fang Qin's figure completely disappeared from his sight that he gradually calmed down. However, the complex emotions in his eyes had not yet completely dissipated.

On the other side, Fang Qin, holding the unfortunate chicken, hurried to find Xie Xinghua, and said in a voice that could not be refuted with an order: "Stew it for me and send it over."

Xie Xinghua, a woman who was used to being submissive, was a little surprised by such a request, but she did not ask any questions and just nodded silently in agreement.