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

Seeing this, Zhao hurriedly stopped him: "You are old, there is no need to make trouble. Let Youfu go. This is a good opportunity for you to show your responsibility and change everyone's view of him. Don't always hold him accountable."

"You Fu? I didn't see him. Maybe he's still sleeping in the house?"

Jiang Xunzhong responded doubtfully.

Zhao's heart tightened. Without saying anything, she pushed open Fang Qin's door and quickly walked to the bed.

Fang Qin was seen sitting alone on the bed, holding her crying child in her arms, her face full of anxiety.

Zhao asked anxiously, "Where is Youfu?"

Fang Qin looked bewildered: "It was so noisy outside that the child was scared awake. I thought he went out to check what was going on."

Zhao's face turned pale instantly, she turned and rushed out of the room, asking Jiang Xunzhong: "Did you see Youfu when you got up?"

"No, what's wrong?"

Jiang Xunzhong had a confused look on his face, with a puzzled look between his brows.

His eyes wandered around in the dim night, as if looking for an answer.

Zhao stood aside, her heart suddenly struck by a chill, and a familiar shadow flashed deep in her memory - the pair of shoes on the thief who was carried away were so similar to those of her own child.

"Oh, my son!"

Zhao let out a heart-wrenching cry, and she rushed out desperately, her figure turning into a blurry afterimage in the night.

Her cry was sharp and shrill, like a blade cutting through the silent night sky, instantly attracting everyone's attention.

"Listen to the noise, I'm afraid that the third son of the Jiang family was beaten badly by that thief?"

Someone in the crowd interjected, with a hint of worry and speculation in his tone.

Another voice echoed, "It's possible. After all, they are in the same courtyard. Maybe the thief got into Jiang Youfu's house first."

As they spoke, people had different expressions, some were surprised, some were sympathetic, and some were confused, but none of them could conceal their shock at this sudden change.

Among the crowd, only Jiang Ziling and Su Yu remained silent. Their tightly pursed lips and cold eyes seemed to be isolated from the world, forming a sharp contrast with the hustle and bustle around them.

Su Yu's mouth curled up slightly in a cold smile, which was mixed with sarcasm and disdain, as if to hint: "This old woman finally figured out that the 'thief' was her son? It's a pity that he is probably dead."

Zhao ran forward at a speed she had never run before, her skirt fluttering in the wind and her hair flying in disarray. The only thing in her eyes was the figure in front of her whose face was covered by a cloth bag.

The people around her were shocked by her madness and made way for her.

"Aunt Zhao, what happened? What happened?"

A kind neighbor asked with concern, but Zhao did not respond. She pushed through the crowd and went straight to the "thief".

Seeing this, others tried to stop her, but failed to stop her almost crazy behavior.

Zhao pulled the cloth bag off the "thief's" head with force, her movements rough and firm.

She grabbed the torch beside her and looked carefully at the bruised face in the flickering light.

Although scarred, the familiar outline is still clearly visible.

"Oh, my son!"

Zhao burst into tears and the torch in her hand fell to the ground with a thud, sparks flying everywhere.

She threw away the torch and fell on Jiang Youfu like a kite with a broken string. Tears flowed out like a broken dam, soaking the ground.

The four people who were carrying the "thief" saw clearly that it was Jiang Youfu. They were so scared that they turned pale and let go immediately.

Jiang Youfu fell heavily to the ground, making a dull thud that made people shudder.

"Be careful..."

Zhao burst into tears, her voice trembling so much that it was almost inaudible.

The onlookers were whispering, with shock and confusion on their faces: "Oh, how could this thief be Jiang Youfu?" "I wonder if he is dead or alive?"

Su Yu showed her shock at the right time. She pretended to be panicked and cried out: "Why did my third brother break into my house with a knife? Could it be... Mother-in-law, although you are prejudiced against me and are dissatisfied with my father-in-law's gift of paddy fields and rice to me, you can't instigate my third brother to kill people to silence them!"

Her words entangled Zhao's heart like a poisonous snake, pushing her into deeper despair.

Zhao, who was immersed in the grief of losing her son, suddenly realized at this moment that she had been slandered.

She stared at Su Yu with bloodshot eyes and pointed at him angrily: "You, you did it on purpose, bitch, I'm going to kill you..."

She rushed towards Su Yu with all her might, but was stopped by the villagers.

Su Yu remained calm and retorted, "What do you mean, mother-in-law? How could I do it on purpose? A thief with a knife suddenly appeared in my house late at night. I couldn't identify him in the dark, so I had to put him in a sack in the chaos. Besides, you asked the servants to do it!"

Her words were calm and sharp, like an invisible sword that pierced Zhao's heart.

Zhao was choked speechless by these words. She could only tremble with anger and slap her thighs weakly with her hands. Her crying was earth-shaking, as if it would tear the darkness apart.

At this time, Jiang Xunzhong hurried over. When he saw this scene, his face instantly turned pale as paper. He staggered and almost fell to the ground.

Fortunately, the person next to him was quick to support him in time.

He sighed in grief and indignation, "What a sin..."

The village director felt around and quickly came to Jiang Youfu. He squatted down and gently explored Jiang Youfu's neck with his rough fingers.

After a moment, he announced in a deep voice: "The person is still alive, hurry, send him to the town clinic!"

As soon as these words were spoken, murmurs of relief were heard among the crowd.

Upon hearing the news, Zhao felt as if she had grabbed the last straw. She crawled forward and pressed her trembling fingers tightly against Jiang Youfu's carotid artery.

Another villager also sniffed Jiang Youfu's breath and confirmed, "He is indeed still breathing!"

These words were like a spring breeze that blew away the gloom that shrouded Zhao's heart. Her tense body gradually relaxed, and tears flowed again, but with a hint of hope and bitterness.

Despite the darkness of night, Jiang Youfu, holding a sharp blade that was gleaming with cold light, broke into the house of his neighbor in the same village.

This action was indeed abrupt and reckless, but after all, we are all fellow villagers, and in times of crisis, saving lives is the most important thing.

Upon hearing the news, the villagers rushed to the scene. Some worked hard to help with the move, while others generously donated their own sturdy ox carts. Everyone worked together and rushed the injured Jiang Youfu to the town's clinic overnight under the moonlight.

At this moment, Zhao no longer cared about the past grudges with Su Yu. She was concerned about Jiang Youfu's life and death, and followed the team closely.

As the noisy crowd gradually dissipated, the empty village road returned to its original tranquility.

Jiang Ziling looked at the figure walking away, and said calmly but firmly: "Go back."

It seemed as if all the troubles had been left behind him.

Su Yu heard this and sneered, "This guy is really as tough as an ox. He hasn't died yet after all this trouble."