You are unlucky and I am tough

Chapter 110 I Just Want to Blackmail You

Chen was also frightened and pushed the onlookers out of the way.

"It's Xiao Guoniang who's here. Please make way and let her in."

Chen was let in by the onlookers and pushed the door open to enter the courtyard. Cheng Shuang followed behind her.

Cheng Lizheng, Cheng Daming and Cheng Dagui were all in the yard. Cheng Dagui was scolding Zhao Daya, saying that he would not let her off if anything happened to his brother. The three children huddled in the corner of the yard, not daring to speak.

The voice of Li Cheng Dafu in the room was also cursing, "Zhao Daya, I will divorce you when I get better."

Zhao Daya sat on the ground in a mess. It looked like she had been crying for a long time. She was probably scared and lost her usual arrogance.

Cheng Li was looking at Cheng Dagui with a stern face, "Go in and tell Dafu to save some energy and stop scolding."

A moment later, the village doctor Wang came out, his hands still stained with blood. He looked up and saw Cheng Shuang outside and immediately said, "Cheng Shuang, you're here. The bleeding has stopped. There's no damage to any vital organs, but the wound is deep. Please help me take a look at what to do next."

Cheng Shuang nodded and followed him into the house. Although she hated Cheng Dafu, she didn't want him to die or to watch him die without helping him.

The room was filled with a strong smell of blood. Cheng Dafu was lying on the bed. His lips and face had turned pale due to excessive blood loss. He was groaning in pain. His unbuttoned shirt revealed a wound on his waist. There was medicine on the wound, and it had stopped bleeding.

Cheng Shuang went over and used tweezers to remove the gauze and took a look. Frowning, she said, "Sew it up. If you don't, the wound will start bleeding again if he moves a little."

"what?"

Cheng Dafu raised his head when he heard it. "Sew it up? Do you mean to sew my flesh together with needle and thread?"

A few years ago, a man in the village suffered a serious leg injury. He remembered that he was sent to the county town for treatment. The doctor in the county town sewed up his wound. It was so scary.

Cheng Dafu refused with a pale face, "No, I won't sew it up. The bleeding has already stopped. I'll just lie in bed and take care of it."

Doctor Wang came over to persuade him, "I think you should listen to Cheng Shuang. The wound will heal faster if it's sutured, otherwise such a deep wound will open again and again."

Doctor Wang looked at Cheng Shuang and said, "But I've never sutured anyone before, so you should do it."

Cheng Shuang hesitated for a while and finally nodded. There was no anesthesia here, so she could sew faster.

Cheng Dafu was anxious and waved his hands quickly, "I won't sew it up. I said I won't sew it up. Cheng Shuang, you... you... are you deliberately trying to see me suffer and die in pain?"

It must be painful to pierce the flesh with a needle. Cheng Dafu, who was guilty of his crime, thought that Cheng Shuang must be holding a grudge against him for stealing the spice bags and wanted to take the opportunity to take revenge on him.

"Are you afraid of dying of pain?" Cheng Shuang sneered, "Then listen carefully, your wound was caused by the sickle, and there is rust on the sickle. If you don't suture it and then clean and disinfect it properly, it will definitely get infected, and it can be fatal. If you are not afraid of death and think I'm lying, just ignore me."

The sickle used to cut rice is not only rusty but also contains a lot of bacteria. If you get tetanus, it will be too late to rescue you.

"How could it be so serious?"

Cheng Dafu was a mean-spirited person, thinking that Cheng Shuang would hold a grudge against him for stealing the spice bag. He endured the pain and propped himself up, "The bleeding has stopped. If I lie down for ten days or half a month, won't the wound heal? I think you want to make more money from my medical expenses. I'm telling you, my family is broke, don't try to blackmail me."

Besides, he is injured now. Lying in bed every day to recuperate is just the right time for him to not have to work during the autumn harvest. It's okay to work slowly, and he can also let that damn woman take care of him.

Cheng Shuang was so angry that she laughed, "Yes, I wanted to blackmail you, but seeing that you look like a miser, you can't afford it, so I won't treat you."

After saying that, she turned around and left with a cold face. She had originally thought that it was a matter of life and death, so she wanted to treat him without holding any grudges. However, she shouldn't have been kind to such a person, and she had come in unnecessarily.

Cheng Lizheng wanted to call her, but Cheng Shuang was firm. "You just heard it, Lizheng. He thought I was trying to extort more money from him when I proposed a treatment method. I have nothing more to say. Leave it to Doctor Wang. I'm going back now."

The villagers blocking the door were very curious about what was going on inside, so when they saw Cheng Shuang coming out, they asked her. Cheng Shuang said nothing and just left.

I got home sweating all over and drank several glasses of water.

Except for Wei Nanxing who went to Zhushan to practice archery, all the other brothers and sisters in the family were reading and writing in their rooms.

Wei Qinglang was also writing a storybook in his room. He had submitted the draft of Liangshan fifteen times and had written seventy-five chapters.

He wanted to finish writing it as soon as possible so that the money he earned could give his family a good start after moving to their new permanent residence. This was all start-up capital.

While writing, Wei Qinglang heard some noise outside. He looked out the window and saw Cheng Shuang sulking in the yard. The sun was scorching outside and she looked like she was about to explode with anger.

Wei Qinglang went to open the door, leaned against it with his arms folded, and knocked on the bamboo wall. Cheng Shuang, who heard the noise, looked over, and he raised his hand and hooked his finger.

Cheng Shuang got up and went back to her room, closed the door, took out a fan to blow away the heat, and her anger subsided a lot. Then she began to tell Wei Qinglang what had just happened.

Wei Qinglang sat behind the desk and listened, brush in hand, "I only heard there was a fight, but it turns out there was blood."

"Not only is there blood, but the wound is also very deep. It will take more than a month to heal without stitches."

As she spoke, she suddenly thought of something and said unhappily, "If he can really survive for more than a month, I'll consider him lucky. Every family in the village has a sickle that has been used for who knows how many years. It's covered with rust, and the risk of infection is very high."

Wei Qinglang listened to her words, bit the tip of his pen and thought for a while before saying, "You mean...tetanus?"

Cheng Shuang nodded. "That's exactly what I was worried about. I thought I could buy a tetanus shot at the mall. After he fainted from the pain from stitching his wound, I could secretly give him an injection. That way, he wouldn't get tetanus. But Cheng Dafu actually thought I was trying to blackmail him by suggesting stitching his wound."

"It really makes me angry. If you want to die, it's none of my business."

"If that's the case, why get angry over that kind of person?" Wei Qinglang consoled him. "If he doesn't listen to what you've said, he's asking for trouble. He deserves it if anything happens."

Cheng Shuang snorted, "I'm not angry. I'm just being professional. I'm too kind. I need to change."

Wei Qinglang suppressed his laughter and nodded to show his understanding. He didn't ask any other questions and wanted to leave her alone for a while.

Cheng Shuang was blowing a cool breeze, and after a few minutes...

"Even if he gets infected, I won't treat him. How ridiculous! I have plenty of money, why would I extort money from him? It makes me so angry."

Wei Qinglang couldn't help but burst out laughing, and then received a glare.

He suppressed his laughter and asked, "Want some watermelon? I picked one and hung it in the well. I'll bring it back and ask some of my brothers and sisters to open the watermelon together. Then you can continue telling them this story to distract them."

"Good idea." Cheng Shuang pointed to the door, "Go get the watermelon first."

Wei Qinglang put down his pen and walked out. Just as he touched the door, he suddenly turned back, grabbed Cheng Shuang's arm and lifted her up.

"go together."

Cheng Shuang felt like she was being carried like a chicken. This guy was too tall and strong. She kicked him in anger and said, "Let go and I can walk by myself."