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Chapter 203 A Mistake (Part 1)

Fatty got that beating after his father woke up.

The grandfather and grandson wouldn't listen to anyone's advice.

They hugged each other and cried their hearts out.

The sound reached outside courtyard number thirty-six; the news of Jade-Faced Rakshasa's widowhood was sweeping across the entire border town like a whirlwind.

Unfortunately, Gan Minglan was unaware that she had been widowed.

I really didn't want to talk to this grandfather and grandson who couldn't hear me.

She asked her father and second brother to leave the house, and then took over the cleaning and treatment of Zuo Wenkang's wounds.

Gan Hongzhen was stunned to see his mother-in-law sitting on the ground wailing.

He was genuinely embarrassed to stay and witness his in-laws' wailing.

So he took Yang and his youngest son to the kitchen to busy themselves with the sheep.

They were all very curious about what would happen if their daughter brought back a big bag of doggrass roots and added them to the mutton soup.

With no bystanders watching Gan Minglan's hand movements, it was very convenient for her to cheat.

She took out a large beaker of divine wood essence directly from her spatial storage.

First, he poured most of a cup into Zuo Wenkang's mouth, and then smeared the rest on the wound on his back.

Next, he used his wood-based abilities to begin healing his wounds.

During this time, Gan Minglan discovered that Zuo Wenkang had not only been slashed several times on his back, but also suffered a serious injury to his spine.

He also suffered severe blows to the back of his head and several other vital areas.

Moreover, his internal injuries were much more severe than his external injuries.

The blade on the back appears to match the shape of a Tatar scimitar.

Logically speaking, the knife wounds he suffered should have been enough to kill him halfway. Could it be that the Tatars were afraid that he wouldn't die completely?

Wouldn't that be unnecessary?
Or perhaps it was done by different people!

Gan Minglan barely suppressed her suspicions until her supernatural power had traveled back and forth through Zuo Wenkang's body several times before she stopped.

She's been busy since she left home last night, and even with her superpowers to keep her going, she's still quite exhausted, both physically and mentally.

result.

Her little one started wailing as soon as he walked in the door, and it seemed like he was going to cry even louder.

Gan Minglan: My hands are so itchy, they're almost unresponsive.

I tried to hold back, but I couldn't.

I picked the little guy up and gave him a few hard slaps on the bottom.

She hit him hard, and the fat guy was stunned.

The child cried before because he was heartbroken that his father had passed away.

Crying now is definitely a sign of heartache.

The child's mother still beats him after his father dies!
No wonder the young men in the border town all say that...

Without a biological father, a biological mother will soon become a stepmother.

There's no such thing as a good stepmother.

They don't feed the child enough, nor do they dress the child in new clothes.

The kids do all the dirty and tiring chores at home!

The thought of him soon becoming the pitiful little guy that the older boys were talking about...

Fatty's sadness level jumped from seven to ten in an instant.

"Ow Oo"

She sang a high note, and tears streamed down her face like a floodgate opening, creating a scene reminiscent of a flood.

"Stop crying, it's too noisy!"

Zuo Wenkang wanted to cover his ears; he was almost driven away by his son's wailing.

"Hiccup."

The high notes were blocked, and the pitch took a detour.

Fatty used his chubby little hands to pry open his swollen eyelids and looked at his father's face; his eyes almost popped out.

"Daddy?"

"Oh!" "Father!"

"Hey!"

The shouts and responses from the father and son finally caught the attention of Mr. Luo, who was still immersed in grief over the loss of his son.

Luo's heart, which had been ice-cold, finally came back to life: "Kang Kang'er, are you really not dead?"

Zuo Wenkang said weakly, "I'm not dead!"

"Ah!" Luo was both excited and embarrassed. She had cried a little creepily just now!

I wonder if the neighbors outside will misunderstand if they hear this!

The boy, now that his father had come back to life, stopped crying completely. He scrambled onto the kang (a heated brick bed) and lay down next to his father, acting like a good boy.

He must have cried too hard just now, because his body was still twitching and trembling from time to time.

Zuo Wenkang was both annoyed and amused.

The daughter-in-law had been standing to the side the whole time, watching the performance of the grandfather and grandson with a cold eye.

My son is young and doesn't understand things, so it's fine.

How could his mother's heart be as thick as his fat son's waist?

Whether it's real death or fake death, shouldn't you personally confirm it?
He even plopped down on the ground and started wailing incoherently!

A mother and son are both family, what can he do?
Should we blame them for crying too much after hearing the news of his death?

It seems that the fairy-like wife was truly angry just now.

He pondered and pondered, wanting to say a few good words for the grandfather and grandson, but he had just finished reciting his words and hadn't yet spoken.

Gan Minglan stood aside, gloating:

"Hehe, don't be fooled by how sad your son was crying just now. He's mentioned several times that he wants a new dad."

If you don't cherish your life from now on, I will grant your eldest son's wish after the seventh day after your death!

"Awooo! Mommy, you're so mean! I don't want to change daddies, I don't want to change!"

Fatty's survival instinct kicked in, and he clung tightly to his father's arm, shaking his head repeatedly.

His father is alive and well, so why is his mother becoming more and more like a stepmother?

Zuo Wenkang looked at his wife, then at his son who kept burying his head in his armpits, and ultimately couldn't bring himself to hit his son.

When asked about his injuries, he wanted to say a few words in his defense.

His memory is a bit hazy right now, so he needs to think it over carefully and then talk to his wife about it in detail later.

Right now, he'd better play the victim and act weak.

The world is vast, but injuries are the greatest!
Thinking about this, I drifted off to sleep again.

Having suffered such a serious injury and lost a lot of blood, it's really easy to feel sleepy.

Gan Minglan knew that Zuo Wenkang's body had entered a self-repairing state, and it was best to let him sleep until he woke up naturally.

She had done all she could, and left the east side room to the grandfather and grandson who wanted to stay by the injured man's side at all times.

I'm going to visit my daughter in the main house in the middle.

As soon as I entered the room, I found the little guy staring with his round eyes, chewing on his fingers.

The baby, who is almost five months old, is pink and tender, and is at the most adorable age.

Gan Minglan's heart melted at the sight:
"Oh, Yuanyuan, you're not crying now that you're awake? You're such a good girl! Are you sucking your fingers because you're hungry?"

Once I picked up the little cutie, I never wanted to let go.

Yuanyuan quickly smelled her favorite and most familiar scent, and opened her mouth towards her mother: "Ah! Oh!"

Fragrant food is back! Baby wants to eat! Baby wants to eat!

Excitedly, it stretched out its paw and grabbed at her rice bowl.

Ruthless and accurate!
He has quite a bit of strength.

"hiss!"

The mother was in so much pain that she almost threw the baby off the bed.

The shameless little fellow is smugly pleased with himself for securing his job.

Outside the gate of her house.

Then a loud wail rang out:
"Ah! You damned Tartars! You only know how to harm good people! Our Scholar Zuo is such a good man! Heaven, you have no eyes!"

(End of this chapter)