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Chapter 225 Counterattack
When Shen Jiayin arrived at the rescue center, Ding Xiaoman had not left yet. From the obvious dark circles under her eyes, it could be seen that she had not slept all night.

Ding Xiaoman did not sleep all night. She had suffered from insomnia a long time ago.

At first, I was afraid to sleep, for fear that I would be suddenly grabbed and beaten by Qi Biao while sleeping.

Over time, insomnia became the norm, and it was difficult to fall asleep even if you were extremely tired.

Sometimes, after finally falling asleep, I would suddenly wake up like a frightened bird, and then it would become even harder to fall asleep again. I could only curl up in a corner, listening to Qi Biao's snoring all night long.

Occasionally, she couldn't help but think fiercely that if she went to the kitchen to get a kitchen knife, killed the beast, and then paid for his life, it would be better than being tortured by him like this for the rest of her life. But she always craved the taste of being alive.

"Have you really thought it through?"

Ding Xiaolan nodded without hesitation.

"I've thought it through. I'm not doing this all for him, but more for myself. For so many years, he has tortured me to the point where I'm worse off than dead. I'm living a life worse than a dog. Why should he not have to pay any price, while I have to live in hiding for the rest of my life? I won't accept this."

After hearing her say this, Shen Jiayin stopped persuading her.

Sometimes people live in this world just to breathe. For this breath, even if it costs a heavy price, it is worth it.

"Okay. I won't waste any more words. There's just one thing. No matter what, try to protect yourself as much as possible. Only by staying alive can everything be possible."

Ding Xiaoman smiled. "I know."

"come on."

Ding Xiaoman had packed her things long ago, and after talking with Shen Jiayin, she left the Chunyu Rescue Center directly with firm steps.

Shen Jiayin walked out of the door with her, and watched her back getting farther and farther away, feeling somewhat complicated.

Wish you good luck.

Before turning back, Shen Jiayin turned her head to look at the man and woman not far away. Judging from their ages, they looked like a mother and son.

The man stood there looking left and right, with an ignorant expression like a child, which was very inconsistent with his age.

The woman kept looking inside, as if she was hesitating whether to go in, and there was an obvious struggle on her pale and thin face.

Shen Jiayin took the initiative to walk over: "Hello. How can I help you?"

Ye Liuying forced a smile, her tone a little nervous: "Hello. Are you a staff member here?"

"Yes. If you are having trouble, come in and talk to us. Maybe we can help you."

"Okay." Ye Liuying grabbed her son's hand and pulled him inside.

Shen Jiayin took people directly to Ouyang Hai's office.

Ye Liuying hesitated for a long time before finally speaking her purpose.

"My son is a severely autistic patient. He is already 25 years old, but he is still like a child... His father died unexpectedly a few years ago. I was mentally prepared to raise him for the rest of his life, but -"

Ye Liuying suddenly choked up and couldn't speak for a long time. She just looked at her son with tears in her eyes.

"I was diagnosed with advanced cancer and I don't have much time left to live."

"I saw the Chunyu Rescue Center online and wanted to try my luck. I know my request is a bit excessive. After all, other people's difficulties are temporary, but my son needs someone to take care of him for the rest of his life. My own relatives can't stand it, let alone strangers?"

"But I really have no choice. His father is gone, and he has no relatives or friends to rely on. If I leave, he will starve to death. I always thought that if he can't live independently, when I die, I will take him with me to avoid leaving him to suffer in this world. But when the time comes, I can't bear to let him go..."

As she spoke, Ye Liuying couldn't help wiping away her tears again.

Giving birth to a child with intellectual disabilities or severe physical defects is a lifelong disaster for a family.

Whenever Ye Liuying saw those scumbags abusing children, she wanted to rush up and beat them to death.

Having a healthy and lovely child is a blessing from God, not only do they not cherish it, but they even abuse it like this, unafraid of being struck by lightning!

But things in the world are often like this: those who want something cannot get it, and those who have it do not know how to cherish it.

Shen Jiayin didn't know how to comfort such a miserable mother. Without having experienced her own suffering, it seemed that whatever she said would be pale and powerless.

"Well, I know a very good old Chinese doctor. I'll take you there and let him take a look."

Even if it can't be cured, at least it can be extended for a year or two, which is good.

"As for your son, if he is really that unfortunate, I promise to let him stay in our rescue center. But there is one thing I want to make clear to you. I may try to find a job for him to do, so that he can support himself through his own labor as much as possible. Of course, I may not be able to find it, but if I can, I will let him work like a normal person. Can you accept it?"

Shen Jiayin did this not primarily to generate income for the rescue center, but simply because she believed that it is a happy thing for a person to live in the world and be able to support himself through his own labor, especially when that person has physical or intellectual disabilities.

"Of course!" Ye Liuying nodded desperately, fearing that if she nodded too slowly, she would change her mind. "To be honest, I have always wanted to teach him a skill so that he can make a living on his own. Unfortunately..."

The idea is beautiful, but the reality is cruel.

Even for a normal child, it is not easy to teach him a skill, let alone a child with an IQ defect?
"That's fine. I promise you, no matter whether he can learn the most basic skills to make a living, I will ensure that he has enough food and clothing, and will not be hurt by others."

"Thank you! Thank you! If there is an afterlife, I will repay you by working like a horse or an ox." Ye Liuying was so excited that she burst into tears and was about to kneel down.

"No need." Shen Jiayin pulled her up with a little force. "Don't scare the child."

After Ye Liuying calmed down, Shen Jiayin drove the mother and son to the Baisui Chinese Medicine Clinic.

If Dr. Han could find a way to save her life, all problems would be solved.

Because of the trending search, the reputation of Baishen Chinese Medicine Clinic has spread, and many people come to seek medical treatment every day. At this moment, the entrances of the clinic's various clinics are crowded with people, but the most people are at Dr. Han's.

The triage desk at the clinic also tries to understand the patient's condition as far in advance as possible, and then assigns those patients with less serious symptoms to other doctors, and arranges the patients in most need to see Dr. Han.

Not every patient can understand this approach. Some patients feel that they came here for Dr. Han, so why should they be assigned to other doctors? Can other doctors compare with Dr. Han?
In fact, the doctors here are all famous Chinese medicine practitioners that Xiao Changqing and Shen Jiayin had collected from all over the place. Their medical skills are all good, but they are not as famous as Dr. Han in Jincheng.

This is why big brands must spend a lot of money to hire celebrities to endorse their products. In many cases, the celebrity effect really works.

Fortunately, there are many security personnel in the Chinese medicine clinic, and they are all veterans. Each of them has a straight posture and sharp eyes. Anyone who wants to cause trouble has to consider his ability.

Not to mention that the police station is just 50 meters away from the Chinese medicine clinic. With just one phone call, the police will be here in the blink of an eye.

The clinic also has a rule: troublemakers will be the last ones to see a doctor, unless their lives are hanging by a thread.

All in all, some people cannot be spoiled too much!

This sentence was said by Shen Jiayin.

When Shen Jiayin arrived, she saw an old lady shouting at the top of her lungs, saying that she must be seen by Dr. Han.

"I came to you because of Dr. Han. What do you mean by just finding a random doctor to fool me? Isn't this bullying?"

The nurse was patiently explaining to her repeatedly, trying to calm her down.

"Doctor Han." Han Baiyu asked Shen Jiayin to take the person to the conference room while going to the bathroom, and took the time to diagnose and treat Yan Liuying.

But soon, Shen Jiayin judged from Han Baixu's subtle expression that the situation was not optimistic.

Ye Liuying also realized it, feeling bitter. "Doctor Han, just be frank. You know your own body. I came here today just to try my luck."

Han Bai sighed silently. Many times, he wished he had the ability to bring back the dead more than the patient did.

"I can only protect your life for a year and a half at most. If it's longer, I'm not sure."

Even so, it was enough to make Ye Liuying overjoyed.

"Thank you, Dr. Han! Thank you so much! This is a very good result for me."

"We suggest that you prepare the medicine before sending it to you. The temperature of the decoction is very important. If the temperature is not right, the effect will be reduced."

"Okay, I'll listen to the doctor."

After coming out of the Chinese medicine clinic, Ye Liuying hesitated and asked again: "Ms. Shen, have you already found suitable workers for these special groups of people?"

"To be honest, not yet. Before today, I had not paid attention to this particular group."

But now that she knew there was such a special group, Shen Jiayin would definitely try to do something. But it was not easy to put it into practice, so she did not promise anything.

"Oh." Ye Liuying was a little disappointed. "If, I mean if, you have any discovery in this regard, can you tell me?"

If she could teach her son a skill to make a living while she was still alive, she would be able to leave with peace of mind.

"of course."

Sitting on the bus, looking at the busy streets passing by outside the window, Ding Xiaoman deeply felt what Mr. Zhu Ziqing said: The bustle belongs to them, and I have nothing.

In a trance, she recalled the scene many years ago when she and the person she loved were walking hand in hand in the streets and alleys, and the two of them shared a string of candied haws, a piece of fruit or a cake.

While she was daydreaming, the bus stopped and the familiar bus stop name sounded over the radio.

Ding Xiaoman stood up as if she had just woken up from a dream, and got off the bus with a bit of disorderly steps. After standing blankly at the bus stop for a while, she took a deep breath, turned around and took a big step, not giving herself any chance to retreat.

Some accounts must always be settled clearly, and we can't remain confused forever.

Qi Biao's home is a two-bedroom apartment in an old neighborhood. The building is more than 30 years old, but because it has a frame structure, it is still habitable. However, those who can afford it have moved out, and the house is rented out to workers.

At this time, my parents-in-law must have gone to work, and only that beast Qi Biao is at home.

Yes, Qi Biao is not only a beast, but also a shameless parasite. If not, his parents would not have agreed to give such a large dowry.

After Ding Xiaoman got married, there was one more person to work, so he became even more idle. He either went out to gamble or got drunk, and beat people when he was unhappy.

Ding Xiaoman stepped into the community and tried hard to ignore the strange looks.

Most people in the community knew that she was being abused, and some kind neighbors even helped call the police.

Finally, she arrived at the door of Room 9, Unit 204.

Ding Xiaolan grabbed the door handle without hesitation, turned the door open and went in.

As expected, Qi Biao leaned on the sofa, looking at her with squinted eyes, the corner of his mouth curled up with full of sarcasm, as if saying: You are dead.

The air was thick with the smell of alcohol.

Ding Xiaolan didn't look at him. She hung her coat on the hanger at the entrance, adjusted it, and lowered her head to change her shoes.

After doing all this, she moved to the small living room and looked at Qi Biao calmly across the coffee table. "I'm back."

Just this one sentence somehow irritated Qi Biao. He stood up, walked around the coffee table in two steps, and kicked Ding Xiaoman out.

"what--"

The back of Ding Xiaoman's head hit the wall so hard that she saw stars in pain and everything went black for a while.

Qi Biao grabbed her hair again, pulled her up, and slapped her several times on both sides.

"Bitch! I told you to run! I told you to embarrass me by sending me to the hot search..."

Qi Biao cursed and slapped her at the same time. When he had slapped her enough, he kicked her down and then kicked Ding Xiaoman hard on the waist.

"Ah-ah-ah-" Ding Xiaolan curled up her body, trying desperately to protect her vital parts and struggled to crawl forward.

Qi Biao grabbed one of her legs, dragged her over like a mop, and continued to punch and kick her.

"Aren't you a good runner? Go ahead and run! I tell you, even if you die, you have to die under my nose!"

When he was tired of beating her, Ding Xiaoman slowly raised her head. Her face had already swollen like a pig's head, and there was obvious blood at the corner of her mouth.

She glared at Qi Biao angrily and said through gritted teeth: "Qi Biao, if you have the guts, beat me to death. Otherwise, I will kill you one day! You beast!"

Before she could finish her words, she was kicked to the ground again and endured a new round of beatings.

"Can you kill me? I'll put my neck in front of you, do you dare to kill me? You don't dare!"

The entire domestic violence incident was broadcast live on the live streaming platform, and countless netizens witnessed this inhumane scene with their own eyes.

Netizens were filled with righteous indignation. If they were at the scene, they would definitely rush forward and beat this worse-than-a-beast to death.

[This beast must be severely punished! If the law can't punish him, who will believe in the law! ]

[Does anyone know where this is? Is there anyone who can help call the police? ]

[Is the blogger sick? Someone is about to die. Why is he live streaming instead of calling the police? ]

[I called the police! I hope the police can quickly locate the address and save this poor woman. ]

[I also called the police! ]

Finally, Qi Biao was tired of fighting again. Just when he stood up panting and wanted to retreat to lie on the sofa, Ding Xiaoman attacked his most vulnerable part unexpectedly.

"Oh--"

That place was too fragile. Qi Biao screamed and fell heavily to his knees.

Ding Xiaolan was calmer than ever before, and she used those moves that she had obviously just learned to the extreme.

She hates it so much!

And I only have this one chance!
If someone has to pay with their life, why should it be the victim and not the perpetrator?
This is not fair!