The husband I snatched halfway through his life is strange.

Chapter 8 Is he sick?
Seeing Li Lian's expression turn strange, Yu Tingwan slowly added.

"But you have to be responsible, not a layabout who doesn't do any proper work. You have to behave yourself at home and not hit me."

Li Lian seemed to be deep in thought. Thinking of Yu Tingwan's experience, she had some guesses in her heart and couldn't help but feel pity. She then weighed the pros and cons.

She didn't give it a perfunctory answer and thought about it carefully.

The Hu family is likely to produce a scholar, and those who want to become in-laws with the Hu family will naturally lessen their prejudice against Yu Tingwan, not to mention the girl's outstanding appearance.

"The Zhu family in our village has four generations living together and is very prosperous. All four sons are unmarried, but they are all strong and capable of working in the fields. They are all good young men."

“The Zhu family’s sons are all very filial, but their mother is sick and takes medicine every day, which has worn them down, which is why the marriage has been delayed until now.”

"But the family is reasonable. If you marry the eldest son, you'll only have a few tough years at first, but you won't have to worry about not having a good life afterward."

No, she can't endure that hardship.

Zhu's mother fell ill, and as her daughter-in-law, she had to take care of her at her bedside.

She had to take care of all the housework, managing everything inside and outside the house.

Not to mention brewing medicine and cooking, as a junior and the eldest sister-in-law, in addition to washing the clothes of her four brothers, she also had to wash the clothes of her elders.

It was even worse than living in the Hu family's house.

So what is she planning?
She's getting married, not going to be forced into hard labor.

Without hesitation, Yu Tingwan asked, "Is there any other suitable candidate for mother-in-law?"

Li Lian was easy to talk to: "What do you think of the widow Shi's son? Their family is small, and the young man works as an accountant in town."

The Shi family had one of the best conditions in Xilin Village.

Yu Tingwan shook her head: "Widow Shi treats her son like her own flesh and blood, and she is so proud that she probably looks down on me. I don't ask for much, at least my mother-in-law should be reasonable."

This put Li Lian in a difficult position.

Who doesn't start as a daughter-in-law and eventually become a mother-in-law?
If it weren't for the fact that the Shi family son only cares about looks when choosing a wife, countless girls in the village would be eager to marry him.

Li Lian had a headache.

"I have one more here."

"As you know, my family buys pigs from Gaojia Village next door every year for the New Year. That's how we got to know Butcher Wu. He's a reclusive man, five years older than you. He's all alone in his family; his elders have all passed away."

She hesitated for a long time: "Although I won't have to worry about eating meat after I get married, but..."

"But I can't go against my conscience and introduce you to them."

"That guy is a nice person, and generous, but he's aloof and doesn't like to talk. He's all muscle and tall and strong, which is intimidating, but he was born with a missing finger on his left hand, which is quite unlucky and a bad omen. Who would dare to be his wife?"

Yu Tingwan's eyes lit up. There's such a gem!

What's wrong with having four fingers? How is it that you're inferior to others when you support yourself with your own two hands?
My father used to work for a security escort agency. He has an ugly scar on his right cheek that looks like a centipede. He often says this.

Your mother suffered in the first half of her life. After marrying me, she had to eat the best food, wear the most beautiful clothes, and live in the best house.

She thought her father was the most handsome!
Yu Tingwan volunteered: "Me!"

No need to serve in-laws, no sister-in-law disputes.

So what if she has a strange temper? She's not someone to mess with!

Li Lian: ? ? ?
Are you serious!?
But you and Butcher Wu are completely mismatched.

She could tell from Yu Tingwan's expression that it wasn't fake.

Li Lian couldn't understand it, but she respected it!

Yu Tingwan smiled, showing no embarrassment: "Whenever he has some free time, Mother-in-law might as well arrange for us to meet."

Country folk don't have many rules, and given Wang's farce, Li didn't find these words out of place.

If the two people don't mind each other and live a down-to-earth life, it could be a good match.

Thinking about it carefully, perhaps it really can work. Li Lian slapped her thigh: "Okay, wait for my confirmation."

As soon as Li Lian left, Wang burst in.

She scrutinized Yu Tingwan with a gloomy face.

"What did you say to Li Lian?"

You've been chatting for so long! Could it be that you're saying bad things about her? Otherwise, why would Li Lian glare at her before leaving?

Wang felt ashamed and indignant, remembering the villagers' pointing fingers and whispers earlier.

Yu Tingwan's smile faded, and her expression turned indifferent.

"Want to know?"

Wang: ?
Yu Tingwan said softly, "Keep guessing."

Wang: ? ? Now that someone's backing you up, you think you can do whatever you want!

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Old Qian has been walking with a brisk pace these past few days.

Although his medical skills were not excellent, he was well aware of Wei Shen's condition.

When the villagers brought the person over, he glanced at them and told Shouzhong's wife to prepare for their funeral. But he couldn't resist the person's desperate pleas and only then did he let them stay.

Old Man Qian had no choice but to stuff a piece of ginseng into his mouth every day.

Wei Shen was still alive!
And so there was hope.

Wei Shouzhong ran back to find Old Lady Wei, and Huiniang also went back to her parents' home to borrow money, hoping that the road would be reopened so that she could send her son to the clinic in town.

As noon approached, Old Man Qian picked up his medicine box and went next door to change his dressing.

The room was dimly lit, and the man on the bed was as pale as a sheet. He had opened his eyes at some point.

He leaned against the wall, his lips twitching downwards, and slowly raised his eyes, his gaze empty, yet seemingly churning with monstrous waves.

One glance sent a chill down Old Man Qian's spine.

The snow fell even heavier, as if it were destroying something.

When Wei Shouzhong came over clutching the money bag, he saw Old Man Qian rushing out of the house in a hurry.

"Quick, go get the earthenware jar from the table next door!"

Old Man Qian left those words behind and then turned back.

Wei Shouzhong panicked, grabbed the pottery jar from next door, and rushed into the house.

His vision was completely red as blood gushed from Ah Lang's chest, covering half of his body in blood.

Old Man Qian looked grave as he tried to press on his wound, but warm liquid still gushed out through his fingers.

"Wasn't the wound stopped healing a few days ago?"

Wei Shouzhong's legs went weak, and he knelt down on the ground with a thud: "Dr. Qian, please save Ah Lang."

"Please prescribe the best medicine. If you don't have enough money, my husband and I will try to raise more."

Old Man Qian had a bad temper, but he dared not be ambiguous when it came to matters of life and death.

"Alright, begging me won't help. If this bleeding can't be stopped, there's nothing I can do."

Doctor Qian looked grave, his forehead covered in sweat. He snatched the earthenware jar and poured the hemostatic powder onto the wound.

"Go fetch a few basins of water! Boil it."

Wei Shouzhong's eyes were bloodshot. He put down the cloth bag containing the silver and ran outside.

Time is dragging.

After an unknown amount of time, Old Man Qian finally let out a long sigh of relief.

Wei Shouzhong asked anxiously, "Doctor Qian, how is Ah Lang?"

"Your son is sick."

Wei Shouzhong: "Yes, isn't this treatment?"

Old Man Qian didn't rush to wash his hands: "He just woke up."

Wei Shouzhong: !!!

He was overjoyed: "Really!"

"Don't be happy too early."

Old Man Qian: "He just asked me if I had a knife. I said no, but I had scissors. He was quite polite when he took them from me."

Wei Shouzhong was pleased, but expressed his doubt: "What does he need scissors for?"

Old Man Qian's expression was strange: "Stab the wound."

That was incredibly efficient and decisive.

Wei Shouzhong: ? ? ?

Old Man Qian had a hard time explaining: "After he finished shoving, he pulled it out again, lay down, and even complained that my scissors were too dull before he closed his eyes."

Do you think he's mentally ill?

My daughter is going to be set up for a blind date.

Wei Zhao: Don't panic, let me stab myself first.

(End of this chapter)