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It was meant to save her ginseng, but it had now become the true tool for her redemption.
As Wen Qian's vision blurred, she seemed to see Xiao Chen rushing towards her, sweetly calling her "Mama." A faint smile appeared on her lips as she murmured, "Xiao Chen, be good. Don't come looking for Mama. Mama has to go; you must live and grow up."
She held the dagger and plunged it toward her heart, slowly closing her eyes as if finding liberation. However, who could have imagined that after her death, she would not leave directly? Instead, she remained in a soul form, eager to find Xiao Chen but encountered Lu Zheng from the Lu family instead.
From that moment on, she could no longer leave Lu Zheng's side; otherwise, she would be forcibly brought back. Fortunately, Lu Zheng was resourceful; when he searched for Xiao Chen, he dealt with the members of the Lu family. Otherwise, she would never forgive him in this life—even if she became a vengeful spirit, she would seek him out to claim his life.
As Wen Qian's consciousness gradually awakened, her memories became increasingly clear. She breathed rapidly, her body trembling slightly. They were gone; Lu Zheng had taken care of them, and they would never return. Gradually, Wen Qian fell into a deep sleep while Lu Zheng slowly opened his eyes beside her.
He turned to look at Wen Qian's figure with a complex expression in his eyes. Watching her sleep restlessly, he got up and sat beside her, gently patting her back to soothe her into slumber. Only when Wen Qian's sleeping face appeared peaceful did he stop and quietly watch her. What had she been through?
In the hospital.
"Doctor! Help! Someone come quickly!" Zhang Yan shouted in the hospital, calling for the on-duty nurse as chaos erupted around her.
Zhang Yan hurriedly grabbed the nurse's arm. "Please! I beg you, save my man and my mother!"
The nurse was startled by her urgency; if it weren't for being in a hospital, she might have thought she'd encountered a ghost. Stammering slightly, she pushed Zhang Yan's hand away with some force. "You... you need to come with me to find the on-duty doctor."
They brought in the on-duty doctor who immediately frowned upon seeing two patients who were both in serious condition. He lifted them onto stretchers one by one, panting heavily before even starting to examine them.
He looked at Lu Fu with dissatisfaction. "Why didn't anyone come with you at this hour? What good are the two of you here?" They couldn't even manage the most basic task of transporting patients.
The doctor first checked on Lu Yao and then called for several more people to help open the hunting trap that had ensnared him. When they finally removed Lu Yao's shoes, a foul odor wafted through the air.
Even a seasoned doctor couldn't help but take a couple of steps back at that moment.
Zhang Yan's face flushed with embarrassment. She knew how foul Lu Yao's shoes and feet were, so she had never touched them herself, always leaving that task to Wen Qian. The smell of blood was growing stronger; the doctor had cleaned his wounds several times before finally revealing Lu Yao's mangled foot.
The doctor shook his head, indicating that it was unlikely they could save the foot. Even if they managed to preserve it, he would never be able to walk normally again. "We must do everything we can to save his foot," he said firmly.
Looking at Zhang Yan's hand gripping Lu Yao's arm, the doctor continued seriously, "Please let go. I will do my utmost to help him."
"But what about his other leg? It’s broken too; can you take a look?" Zhang Yan pressed on.
After examining it, the doctor shook his head again. "This leg is also broken. It’s uncertain whether he will be able to walk in the future."
It was fortunate for Lu Yao that he encountered this doctor; had it been someone else, they might have given up on him entirely.
Another doctor examined Ding Cuihua, checking the large bump on her head and pressing gently before observing her eyes closely. Finally, he concluded, "I’ll fetch another doctor for a second opinion; I can’t be certain myself."
This elderly woman was seriously injured; any complications could lead to paralysis. He went to find another doctor who was on duty, and they all reached the same conclusion.
Zhang Yan broke down in tears upon hearing the news. "Oh my God! How could this happen to you? So young and already facing paralysis! What am I supposed to do?"
She felt a deep resentment brewing inside her; if her mother-in-law became paralyzed, she would be the one taking care of her while Lu Yao’s father and son would surely avoid her as much as possible. And now with Lu Yao also incapacitated, her luck seemed to have run out!
It was all Lu Zheng’s fault—everything was his fault! She had to demand medical expenses from them; she couldn’t let so much money go to waste without compensation.
Lu Yao needed surgery, so Zhang Yan supported Lu’s father as they went to pay the bills. Zhang Yan insisted on going alone, but Lu’s father insisted that they go together. Although she was reluctant, she knew better than to argue at that moment.
Suddenly, Zhang Yan spoke up tentatively, "Dad, what will we do if Mom becomes paralyzed? And with Lu Yao unable to move his legs... how are we supposed to live?"
She looked at her father-in-law with curiosity. To her, he seemed like a money tree—shake him a little and money would come pouring out; he always seemed to have cash on hand.
Even though Wen Qian contributed five yuan each month, that amount barely lasted their family through a single trip to the state-run restaurant, especially since Lu Yao loved drinking and spent even more quickly.
Whenever they ran out of money, all Lu Yao had to do was ask his father for some cash, and it would always be there without fail.
Zhang Yan had wondered how her father-in-law—a mere farmer—could have so much money, but she stopped caring about that long ago. As long as their family could spend it, it didn’t matter where it came from; after all, it would eventually be theirs.
With care and patience, wasn’t the doctor saying there was still hope? Little Yao’s legs would surely heal; there was no need for such pessimism.
After paying the bills, Zhang Yan watched eagerly as Lu’s father stuffed the money into his pocket. She stood on tiptoe and leaned slightly to see better—it looked like quite a bit of cash was there.
At this moment, Zhang Yan felt completely at ease. Even if Lu Yao and Ding Cuihua were unable to help, all that money would eventually be hers. She could decide what to do with it whenever she wanted. Perhaps in the future, the entire Lu family would have to listen to her.
A smile crept onto Zhang Yan's lips, a sense of pride swelling within her like a boastful rooster. Lu's father glanced at her quietly, then secretly chuckled to himself, gently rubbing her arm.
Ding Cuihua was also busy dealing with the situation; the hospital was in chaos. Sitting on a stool, Zhang Yan recalled the harsh words she had exchanged with them earlier and felt a surge of resentment towards the men who had brought them down from the mountain. Did they not understand the principle of helping someone properly? Could they not have taken them to the hospital and ensured everything was taken care of before leaving? Instead, they had caused her to be scolded by the doctor!
How could that heartless person in the village dare to set traps? Why didn’t he trap his own foot instead? Let’s see if he would still set traps then.
Lu Yao thought to himself that he would never set traps again. Indeed, it was he who had placed that hunting trap, but he never expected it would end up being a sharp blade that hurt him the most.
The hospital was in disarray all night, and discussions began in the village, especially among the men who had described the events of last night in exaggerated detail.
At noon, Lu's father suddenly returned with Ding Cuihua. The ox cart stopped directly at the Lu family's doorstep. The driver picked Ding Cuihua up and carried her inside before leaving.
The villagers were always paying attention to the happenings at the Lu household. With such a commotion, they had already gathered around to gossip.
"Do you think Ding Cuihua is really unwell? Why else would she be carried back?"
"Really? I saw she wasn't injured! Besides, how could she be hurt if she only stayed in the hospital for one night?"
"Weren't they saying that Ding Cuihua just fainted and it wasn't serious?"
Meanwhile, Ding Cuihua lay on the bed in agony, tears welling up in her eyes as she looked at Lu's father beside her. She tried hard to move her mouth but could only manage a slight tremor of her lips. Her gaze turned from resentment to one filled with tears as she looked at him, feeling completely helpless and unable to move.
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