Transmigrated into a female county magistrate during a famine, leading her country to prosperity

"Wake up, wake up!"

The news spread like wildfire outside the clinic.

Passersby surrounding the clinic always felt something was strange.

Logically speaking, they had no relationship with the injured girl and they just gave way to her. Why were they so happy to hear the news?

"It's good that you're awake. Everyone, stop crowding around and disperse quickly, or the officials will come later."

"Oh my, the old lady asked me to buy some noodles but I forgot. I'm going to be in trouble when I get back! I'm leaving first!"

"Let's go, let's go. There are still people who need to see a doctor. Let's go do what we need to do."

Someone in the crowd muttered, "Why hasn't Butcher He come back yet? He didn't really... chop the guy to pieces...?"

Inside the clinic, the little girl's awakening was great news, meaning the doctors no longer had to investigate.

Doctor Lan took the palm-shaped sandbag in his hand and pressed it slowly between the little girl's ribs and sternum, asking one by one: "Does it hurt here?"

nod.

Shake his head.

Shake his head.

Shake his head.

nod.

Doctor Lan nodded slightly. "The sixth and twelfth ribs are fractured, but the rest of the bones are fine."

"It turned out to be a broken bone..." The little girl smiled sadly, looking at the roof with empty eyes, "I thought it would kill me..."

Mo Qingwan's heart tightened when he heard this.

——I thought I was going to fall to my death...

——Why couldn’t I die with Siyuan on the day he died?

As the past and the present gradually overlapped, Mo Qingwan's breathing paused for a moment, the corners of his mouth raised with a forced smile, and he asked her, "Why do you say that?"

Wang Guangjin remained silent.

He didn't know Mo Qingwan very well, but he knew that the other party asked this question because he wanted to... do something within his ability.

The little girl tilted her head slightly, looked at Mo Qingwan's mouth, and also pulled up a smile and said: "Sister, if you don't want to laugh, then don't laugh."

The last trace of the curve at the corner of her mouth returned to normal. Mo Qingwan slowly sat down beside her, not knowing how to start the conversation.

Doctor Lan was carefully using traction to straighten her bones, but she did not cry out in pain like she did when she woke up. Instead, her brows were furrowed and cold sweat slowly dripped down her temples.

After an unknown amount of time, she looked at Mo Qingwan and slowly asked, "Sister, have you... seen my... mother?"

It turned out that the mean woman was really her mother.

Mo Qingwan didn't know how to react to this result. He closed his eyes for a moment and then replied, "I have seen it."

"Hehe..." The little girl laughed softly, "Did she blackmail you? Don't worry, sister. I won't let you treat me. No matter what she said to you, I hope you don't take it to heart."

The more sensible the little girl acted, the more upset Mo Qingwan felt.

The suffocating feeling made her throat tight and she couldn't utter a single word.

She took out a handkerchief and gently wiped the little girl's sweat. The little girl's eyes followed the handkerchief and said, "Mo... Mo Qingwan. Sister, is your last name Mo?"

Mo Qingwan paused, "Can you read?"

In addition to being surprised, an indescribable feeling of weirdness rose in her heart.

The three words "Mo Qingwan" are not easy to recognize.

Would a mother like that be willing to spend money to let her daughter learn to read and write?

The little girl grinned, then grimaced in pain after her ribs were pulled, "Well... you must be surprised that I can actually read."

Mo Qingwan opened his mouth and squeezed out a "sorry" from his throat.

Just as the little girl was about to speak again, a sharp female voice came from the door: "Awake? The unlucky star is awake, isn't he?"

Mo Qingwan's wrist paused in mid-air. The woman walked to the bedside with her hands on her hips, looked down at the little girl, and smiled.

"Song Qiao, now that you are awake, tell these people who I am to you."

The little girl Song Qiao closed her eyes silently and did not speak.

"You are playing dirty tricks on me again!" The woman directly pulled open Song Qiao's eyelids and leaned over to command sternly: "Tell them! Am I your mother? According to the household registration book, are you, Song Qiao, my daughter?"

With a "bang", the household registration document was thrown on the table.

No one went to see, but even the butcher standing at the door understood the result.

No one else spoke, only Doctor Lan frowned and said, "I haven't gotten on the chest board yet, she can't move, don't touch her."

"Chest plate?" The woman frowned and held down the doctor's hand, "What chest plate? When people in our place get sick, they just need to drink some herbal medicine we boil ourselves. Why is there any need for such trouble? All of you clinics are set up to cheat people out of their money! Take it away, take it away. We don't need any chest plate!"

Doctor Lan gritted his teeth and said, "What are you going to do?"

"What?" The woman first looked at Mo Qingwan, raised her chin and said, "You hit the girl, you have to compensate me for the medical fee, medicine fee, lost time fee, and the shock fee for the whole journey! Oh, and one more thing! Who knows if this girl will be okay in the future? You have to pay for the food and accommodation for us during this period of recovery. If this girl can't get better, you have to buy her away and be responsible for her!"

Let’s not talk about whether it was Mo Qingwan who hit the person.

Just this series of expenses would make everyone present furious, and the butcher would even want to take out his knife and chop people.

Wang Guangjin sneered, "Did you drive me crazy along the way?"

The woman had been observing the clothes of Wang Guangjin and Mo Qingwan. Even if she couldn't tell their names, even a fool could tell that they were either rich or noble.

"I'm crazy!" In the blink of an eye, she began to wipe away tears. "My daughter, whom I raised with great difficulty, suffered such a disaster in broad daylight. I just want to seek justice! Don't think that you can take your anger out on us ordinary people just because you wear gold and silver!"

Mo Qingwan simply wanted to clap and cheer.

After years of doing business, she has really come across very few people who can be so unreasonable and confuse right and wrong.

Before she could open her mouth, a cold light flashed before her eyes, and the butcher standing at the door rushed towards them with a knife in hand.

"You bitch!" The butcher raised his arm high, and the moment when the boning knife was about to fall was the most frightening. "What are you talking about! There were so many people watching just now. It was your daughter who fell on her own. It had nothing to do with the girl. How dare you blackmail her!"

The woman stepped back again and again, and Wang Guangjin stepped forward, hugged the butcher and tried to dissuade him.

"No, no, brother. It's not worth it to sacrifice the rest of your life for someone like this! Let's report it to the police!"

The butcher was afraid that the boning knife would accidentally hurt Wang Guangjin, so he could only stand there and breathe heavily: "I just can't stand this kind of beast! Chopping her off will be a way to rid the people of harm!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a male voice came from outside the door: "Who wants to get rid of harm for the people?"

A man in police uniform came over with his back to the light, narrowed his eyes and asked again, "Who said he wanted to report to the police just now?"