Quick Transmigration: Refusing to Be a Victim's Child

The steward led the real Doctor Qiao hurriedly toward the main courtyard. Before the group even stepped inside, several extremely shrill screams suddenly pierced the sky, making everyone's heart tighten.

"Ahhhhh!!!"

"Oh no! Master! Young Master!"

The steward's face turned deathly pale instantly. In his haste, he tripped and fell heavily over the threshold, leaving deep bloody marks on his elbows and palms on the bluestone slab.

However, he paid no heed to the pain at that moment. He scrambled to his feet, one hand covering his bleeding wound, the other tightly gripping Doctor Qiao, and rushed into the house, slamming the wooden door with a loud crash.

The scene inside the house at this moment has transformed into a living hell.

On the soft couch in the outer room, Gu Ruxin, who had been fast asleep, was being mercilessly tormented by pain and itching, and was rolling and twisting wildly.

The maids guarding her tried their best to hold her down, but they couldn't stop her from convulsing uncontrollably. Blood from her lower body had soaked through the mattress and was dripping down the edge of the bed. She was emitting a shrill, beast-like wail.

Her eyes were bloodshot and fiery, her veins were bulging all over her body, and she had long since lost her mind.

The commotion inside was even more terrifying.

Before the steward could even get close, the maids serving the Xiao family father and son screamed and fled like startled birds.

The steward, quick-witted and agile, grabbed the last maidservant, slapped her across the face, and shouted sternly:

"What kind of behavior is this, all flustered and disrespectful! Instead of serving your master properly, who gave you permission to run around like this?"

The maid was so frightened that she knelt down and begged for mercy, trembling as she said:

"Manager, please spare us! It's not that we servants are unruly, it's just that... the master and young master seem to be possessed, they hit and bite anyone they see."

Its eyes were as red as a rabbit's, its whole body was convulsing, and... and from time to time, a few worms would crawl out of its wounds.

The servants were terrified and couldn't help themselves, so they ran out.

Upon hearing this, the manager's eyelids twitched, and he instantly recalled the ointment and prescription given by the "fake doctor."

While Doctor Qiao was examining Xiao Yan and his son, he hurriedly pulled out the medicine jar from his pocket.

He lifted the lid and, by the light from outside, saw countless tiny white dots, as fine as hair, faintly visible within the dark and pungent ointment, with a few white worms, about the length of a finger, wriggling and crawling among them.

The sight startled the manager so much that his hand trembled, and the medicine jar fell to the ground, spilling the ointment all over the floor.

The Gu family mother and daughter, who arrived shortly after, instinctively gagged as soon as they smelled the stench emanating from the house.

The personal maidservant serving nearby muttered under her breath:

"Ugh! Which lazy servant spilled the chamber pot? Hurry up and open the windows to let in some fresh air and clean it up."

The maid followed the Gu family mother and daughter into the house and immediately saw the filth all over the floor. She exclaimed in surprise and quickly stepped in front of her mistress, protecting the Gu family mother and daughter to Gu Ruxin's side.

Mother Gu covered her mouth and nose with a handkerchief in disgust, enduring the discomfort, and looked away, her gaze falling on Gu Ruxin on the bed.

To his horror, his daughter, who had seemed perfectly fine after taking the elixir, was now in increasingly critical condition. Blood was gushing from her body, her face was deathly pale, and her breath was so weak it was almost imperceptible.

Madam Gu was immediately alarmed and hurriedly ordered the servant to go to the inner room to invite Doctor Qiao out.

Gu Huixin, standing to the side, covered her mouth and looked at Gu Ruxin, who was writhing in pain on the soft couch, clutching her abdomen. She grabbed her mother's hand and whispered anxiously:

"Mother, what's wrong with my sister? Didn't you say that medicine would only cause her to miscarry? It seems like she's having a massive hemorrhage, and her life is in danger."

Madam Gu's body went limp, and she was so flustered that she was completely at a loss. She was only able to stand up with the help of her maid.

Upon hearing this, she said in a trembling voice:

"That medicine was a secret remedy that I specially collected. It would only cause a miscarriage and would never harm the mother. This rebellious daughter's current state must be the work of that quack doctor!"

Gu's mother gritted her teeth and said fiercely, she would never admit that she was wrong.

She looked around but still couldn't find Doctor Qiao. She became anxious and pulled her adopted daughter into the inner room.

Upon entering the inner room, one could see that Xiao Yan, who was originally as serene and handsome as a gentle breeze and bright moon, was now acting as if he had gone mad.

His collar and bandages were torn to shreds, revealing swollen and festering wounds. Upon closer inspection, one could faintly see worms slowly wriggling in the flesh.

"what--"

Xiao Yan threw his head back and roared angrily, struggling desperately. It took several servants a lot of effort to forcibly press his hands and feet down onto the bed.

In a corner, five-year-old Xiao Nianyu was being held in the arms of an old woman, convulsing uncontrollably.

His eyes rolled back, white foam kept coming out of his mouth and nose, and he kept groaning, "It hurts, it hurts so much."

Beside the bed, the real Dr. Qiao had a bruise around his left eye, as if he had been punched hard, and one of his sleeves was torn.

He was covered in sweat and anxiously said to the steward:

"Your master already had a persistent high fever and his injuries were extremely serious. Who could be so cruel as to smear gold-colored filth on his wounds?"

Now, unless they resort to drastic measures like cutting flesh and scraping bone, or administering extremely strong medications to fight poison with poison, the patient has no chance of survival; otherwise, they likely won't live past tomorrow.

Even if this person survives this ordeal, their lifespan will likely be affected, and they will not live much longer.

Dr. Qiao hesitated for a moment, but ultimately did not say it, waiting for the steward to make a decision.

Upon hearing this, the steward realized that the healing medicine he had just purchased at great expense was actually a jar of filth. His knees buckled, and he collapsed to his knees with a thud. His heart, which had been hanging in suspense, sank to the bottom in an instant.

He was flustered and confused when he saw his master's current delirious state.

Having experienced the farce of the fake doctor incident, he dared not easily believe the one-sided story of Dr. Qiao in front of him.

The steward simply wanted to wait for his servants to bring in other doctors from the city so they could discuss treatment options together.

So, the steward wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and asked Doctor Qiao to stand aside and instruct the maids and servants to clean the filth from Xiao Yan and his son's wounds one by one.

Seeing his attitude, Dr. Qiao opened his mouth, but ultimately dared not take the risk of treating him, fearing that he would get burned. So he could only nod in agreement.

Upon seeing this, the Gu family mother and daughter who had just entered rushed forward and said urgently:

"Dr. Qiao, my daughter is also in imminent danger. I beg you to lend a helping hand and save her life."