Flip the table and divide the family property! Take his wife and daughter into the mountains and eat

At the entrance of the surgical debridement room of the county hospital, a strong smell of blood mixed with the musty smell of soil wafted out, causing the nurses passing by to walk around it.

Li Cuihua sat crookedly on the bench, half of her buttocks dangling in the air, her old face twitching from the pain, with half a piece of cotton wool still in her mouth.

Zhao Shanlin lay on the other side of the flatbed, groaning in pain. Blood seeping from the white gauze on his lower body stained his tattered cotton pants a purplish-black color.

Just then, the Lai family burst through the door in a flurry of activity.

As soon as Lai the landlord's wife, Ma Dazui, entered the door, she opened her mouth wide, and her shout shook the ceiling so much that the white plaster fell down:

"Li Cuihua! You heartless old hag! Get out here right now!"

Li Cuihua was in pain and irritated, but upon hearing this commotion, the voice was even shriller than hers:

"Are you trying to sound like you're mourning me?! I'm not dead yet!"

"You're not dead, but my son is dying!"

Ma Dazui lunged forward, pointing at Li Cuihua's nose, spitting everywhere:

"Zhao Laizi is still in the emergency room, holding on. The doctor said the bullet almost pierced his lung! Li Cuihua, you have to give me an explanation today! Your Zhao Xiaoyu fired the shot, so the medical expenses, nutrition expenses, and if she's disabled and needs support in the future, your Zhao family will have to pay it all back, even if it means selling everything we own!"

"I'll give you a piece of my mind!"

Li Cuihua shuddered in pain, slammed her hand on the bench, and glared with her reddened eyes:

"Li Cuihua, what do you mean? My son is injured like this, and you're saying it has nothing to do with you?"

Ma Dazui's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets as he reached out to grab Li Cuihua's hair.

Li Cuihua was not one to suffer in silence. Although her buttocks were throbbing with pain, she didn't hold back with her words. While twisting her body to dodge, she screamed in agony:

"Hey Ma, don't try to act tough with me! What does Zhao Laizi's injury have to do with me? Are you blind? Look at how badly I'm hurt!"

As she cursed, she pointed shakily to her bitten lower back and buttocks, then to Zhao Shanlin, who was lying there like a dead dog:

"My daughter has gone mad! She even killed me, her own mother! Those two beasts have almost ruined my son's life! I still want justice! Money? I don't have a single penny. You can take my life, but see which piece of flesh is worth it!"

"You old shrew, you're trying to renege on your debt!"

Ma Dazui, panting heavily with anger, slammed her hand on the railing of the flatbed cart, causing Zhao Shanlin above to let out another pig-like scream. She took a step forward, her thick fingers almost poking into Li Cuihua's eyes:

"Five hundred dollars! Not a penny less, and I'll throw you and your bike out the window today!"

Li Cuihua's old face stiffened, and then, like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, she started yelling in a shrill voice:

"You dare! Ma Dazui, try touching me! This is public property, is there no law anymore? You're going to throw me down there? Do you even have the guts?!"

She howled as she clung tightly to the iron railings of the flatbed cart, desperately trying to shrink back while hurling insults.

"I have no money, even if you kill me I still have no money! What kind of good scum is your son of a bitch? He's always thinking about ruining young girls, and now he's really messed with himself! Why didn't he just get shot dead? It would have saved him from harming people here!"

"Say that again!"

Ma Dazui's eyes widened, and he grabbed Li Cuihua by the collar, lifting her half an inch off the bench: "Give me the money! If you don't give me the money, you and your daughter won't have any peace."

Li Cuihua was strangled until her eyes rolled back, her hands flailing wildly, and her feet kicking wildly on the ground. Her desperate, shrewish demeanor made the patients in the corridor keep their distance.

"No money, no money is no money!"

Li Cuihua was slammed onto the bench, the pain from the wound on her buttocks making her wince, but when she heard about the money, she still stubbornly insisted: "I only have a few old bones left, you can take whichever one you want! If you want money, you can kill me and you still won't get it!"

Seeing Li Cuihua's reckless attitude, Ma Dazui was so angry he laughed in a rage, his fleshy face contorted into a ferocious grimace: "You, Li Cuihua, you still want to play these tricks on me? Fine, since you have no money, then I'll see if your third son is worth anything!"

Ma Dazui whirled around, waved at the burly men from the Lai family behind him, and roared hoarsely, "Brothers, pull down this little bastard's pants! Let's see if his thing still works! If the dog chews it all up, I'll cripple the rest of his foundation today, making him completely childless!"

"No...please don't!"

Zhao Shanlin, who had been lying on the flatbed pretending to be dead, was terrified when he heard this.

Before he could struggle, two men from the Lai family pounced on him with sinister smiles. One held down his shoulder, while the other roughly grabbed his waistband.

"Sizzle—!"

The cotton trousers, already stained with blood, were forcibly ripped off.

"Ah—! Help! Murder!"

Zhao Shanlin let out a scream that was distorted and thin, sounding like a eunuch being choked.

The white gauze covering her lower body was now soaked with blood, standing out starkly under the pale lights of the wound cleaning room.

Ma Dazui peeked out, covered his nose in disgust, then sneered and slapped Zhao Shanlin on the buttocks:

"Oh dear, did the dog really raid his kennel? I don't think he's even worth treating. Even if he were cured, he'd be a cripple! Li Cuihua, look at him, your third son is a useless piece of trash now! You still want to keep him around to carry on the family line? Bah!"

Zhao Shanlin was in so much pain that snot and tears streamed down his face. He gripped the iron frame of the flatbed cart tightly with both hands, wailing like a pig being slaughtered: "Auntie... Auntie Ma! Have mercy! It hurts so much... Mother! Give me the money! Give them the money quickly, or I'll really die here!"

When Li Cuihua saw her son's miserable state, her two old hands trembled with fear. However, her money-grubbing instinct was still fighting against her fear. She opened her mouth and stammered "I...I...I" for a long time, but she couldn't utter the word "give".

When Ma Dazui saw Li Cuihua still frantically searching for something, the spark in his eyes suddenly turned into murderous intent.

She sneered, her fleshy face contorted like a demon from hell.

"You, Li Cuihua, it seems your life as the third son isn't even as valuable as your few pennies!"

Ma Dazui whirled around, gesturing towards the two lazy men behind him: "Since even his own mother can't bear to part with the money, then this thing is just a burden. Guys, go all out! Twist that bloody hole as hard as you can, let's see just how tough her mouth really is!"

"Okay!"

A dark-faced man stepped forward with a sinister grin, his large, fan-like hand suddenly reaching out, fingers spread wide, and grabbing at Zhao Shanlin's crotch.

"ah--!"

Zhao Shanlin let out a piercing scream that pierced the sky, his whole body arching up like a fried shrimp, the veins on the back of his hands almost bursting from the excruciating pain.

"It hurts! It hurts so much! Mother! Help me!"

Zhao Shanlin was in so much pain that his eyes were split open, and warm liquid was dripping down the gaps in the flatbed cart; he didn't know if it was blood or urine.

He shouted desperately at Li Cuihua, "I have no money! I have no money! Mother! My older brother has some! Go find Zhao Shanhe! Go ask Zhao Shanhe for money!"