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

After a moment's hesitation, Jiang Xunzhong tried to explain in a calm tone: "Actually, the one in my family suddenly got bruised and swollen, and her memory became confused. She couldn't even tell what happened. Now, if she moves a little, she will feel dizzy and nauseous. She is now resting under the old banyan tree. Therefore, I want to borrow Uncle Li's ox cart to send her back home and take good care of her."

"I'm afraid she has offended Uncle Li unintentionally somewhere. I hope Uncle Li will be magnanimous and forgive her."

Zhao Qiaozhi and Su Yu exchanged glances again, and this time, their eyes were filled with disbelief.

Su Yu's thoughts raced, and he wondered in his heart, could it be that the punch really caused a concussion?

The momentary confusion and loss of recent memory, coupled with a clear memory of the past, accompanied by persistent dizziness and headaches, and even nausea and vomiting, are indeed consistent with the symptoms of a concussion.

Zhao Qiaozhi was shocked and couldn't believe it. Could it be that Zhao was really beaten to the point of losing her memory?

Although this absurd thing sounds incredible, it may not be a way of relief.

Uncle Li's voice was filled with unquestionable severity: "How dare you ask what crime I committed? Look for yourself how badly my wife was beaten by her!"

As Uncle Li turned sideways, Jiang Xunzhong looked over Uncle Li's shoulder and clearly saw Zhao Qiaozhi and Su Yu standing in front of the door.

Although Jiang Xunzhong was not clear about Su Yu's real purpose, the scar on Li's aunt's forehead was real evidence.

The village director's anger seemed to have found an outlet at this moment. Could it be that the evil woman had really hurt Li's aunt?

But how to explain the marks on Li's mother's face? Could it be that she fought back?

Jiang Xunzhong was full of doubts and hesitated to speak: She herself was also covered in scars, could it be that... "

But he swallowed his words back halfway through, as even he himself felt that this guess was too unbelievable.

Zhao Qiaozhi heard this and hurriedly explained, her voice revealing anxiety and indignation: What kind of injury? What kind of injury could she have? Do you think it was me who did it?

Don't you know how fierce your wife is? How can my old arms and legs be her match?

There was a hint of helplessness and self-mockery in Old Li's words.

I think it was her own misconduct that angered God, and she wanted to put the blame on others for her fall.

Zhao Qiaozhi said firmly, without giving in. "She has put us in this situation today, and I haven't settled the score with you yet. And you come to borrow something from me? No, no, I won't lend you the ox cart!"

Seeing that Li's mother-in-law resolutely rejected Jiang Xunzhong, Su Yu exhaled lightly, walked slowly towards Zhao Qiaozhi, and asked in a low voice: What is Zhao's purpose in doing this? Do you really remember nothing?

Su Yu nodded slightly, his expression solemn: It doesn't look like he is pretending.

Could it be that she was really stunned by your blow? Su Yu's words were filled with doubt and helplessness.

Zhao Qiaozhi had mixed feelings. She can still clearly recall that each of Su Yu's punches landed accurately on Zhao's cheek and head. The scene was like a slow-motion replay, and each punch was so heavy that it seemed to shatter Zhao's pride and self-esteem.

When they left, Zhao's dull eyes looked as if her soul had been taken away. Her bewilderment and confusion were unforgettable, as if she had really been punched into a lunatic.

Impossible, it's just a mild concussion at most.

Su Yu had absolute control over his own strength and seemed confident.

Although each of her punches seemed to have incredible strength, in fact, she controlled it just right. How could a physical body fight against a cold and hard weapon? When she attacked, she always left room for maneuver and would never let the opponent get seriously hurt easily.

What is a concussion? What happens to the brain? Zhao Qiaozhi was unfamiliar with this term and looked confused.

Although Old Li didn't understand the meaning, he didn't dwell on it.

Su Yu explained patiently, her words as gentle as spring breeze and rain: My series of heavy blows caused concussion in her brain, which caused her to be in a trance, accompanied by nausea, vomiting, and even the loss of her recent memories.

It turned out to be the case.

Zhao Qiaozhi nodded half-believingly, but then she changed her mind and thought that if Zhao really didn't remember anything, it might not be a bad thing for Su Yu. At least it could avoid a lot of trouble.

In response, Su Yu smiled lightly, appearing calm and fearless.

But Zhao Qiaozhi's worries surged up in her heart again, and she asked with a trembling voice: What if her memory recovers in the future and she remembers all this?

Su Yu spoke frankly, with a barely perceptible hesitation between his brows: "It is indeed difficult to predict. Perhaps at some inadvertent moment, the past will flood back into my heart like a tide; but it is also possible that those fragments will sink into the long river of time and never reappear."

Zhao Qiaozhi's face suddenly changed when she heard this, her eyes full of surprise and worry: "Oh! What if she really remembers it one day and finds out that all this was done by you? What should we do? The consequences will be disastrous!"

Facing Zhao Qiaozhi's concerns, Su Yu remained calm and composed, with a slight movement of his shoulders, as if he was shaking off the dust on his shoulders with ease: "Since it has already happened, we can only let it take its course. Besides, the situation at that time was not a secret, and the presence of many witnesses means that no matter whether her memory is restored or not, the outline of the facts will sooner or later emerge in front of everyone."

Su Yu's voice was calm but revealed an unquestionable determination: "Now that things have come to this, how can I be afraid of her coming to seek revenge? I have a clear conscience about what I have done."

Zhao Qiaozhi frowned, deeply worried about Zhao's unfathomable intentions. She was afraid that Zhao would secretly trip her up. After all, sinister tactics were always hard to predict.

Seeing this, Su Yu gently patted Zhao Qiaozhi's hand, with a warm and firm light flashing in her eyes, as if she could dispel all the uneasiness: "Auntie, please rest assured, I will act cautiously and will not put myself in danger."

At this moment, the atmosphere between the two was like a spring breeze and rain. The past opposition and misunderstanding seemed to have disappeared with this conversation, and a deep friendship like that of mother and daughter flowed between them.

Although Zhao Qiaozhi had a thousand knots in her heart, she still couldn't help but remind her again: "You must always be alert and protect yourself."

Su Yu nodded heavily, the promise in his eyes was as firm as a rock: "I will remember what Auntie said."

This promise is pure and firm, like a spring flowing quietly in a mountain stream, crystal clear and yet containing a power that cannot be ignored.

When preparing to leave, Su Yu explained many matters in detail: "I have prepared all the medicines for Uncle Li. Take one dose every three days, three times a day, and boil it with three bowls of water until only one bowl is left. Please be sure to take it on time. His physical condition is mainly due to his simple diet. For this reason, I specially brought some rice and flour. You two elders must not treat yourself badly for the sake of saving, which will make your physical condition weaker. In addition, Ziling has difficulty walking, and the burden of family life falls on my shoulders. I often need to run around and may not be able to accompany you all the time. If you have any discomfort or need help, please come to me."