Becoming the Villain's Discarded Wife
Chapter 341: The Overturned Food Box

Chapter 341: Chapter 341: The Overturned Food Box

The brown cloth was already soaked with Li Lian’s blood. Wang Jingzhi took off the strip of cloth with a stern face, showing some surprise when he saw the wound slowly oozing blood.

He had seen many people who had tried to commit suicide by cutting their wrists, most of them using a dagger. The incisions were always clean and clear. However, Li Lian’s wound showed the consequences of being repeatedly cut by a blunt instrument. The skin and flesh on the surface of the wound were torn apart, bloody and blurry, looking quite horrific.

"Jingzhi, can she still be saved?" Aunt Guihua’s face was as grim as his upon seeing the wound. Her emotions were a mix of guilt and panic.

She had anticipated irreversible consequences, but never to this extent.

She thought that keeping Li Lian in the Shen family would at most make her feel annoyed, leading her to sneak away.

She never thought it would involve Li Lian’s life.

If she had known earlier, she would have definitely given her some silver to make her run away.

Aunt Guihua, almost fifty years old, was now like a child who had done wrong, feeling extremely disturbed.

Seeing an elder in this state, a slight ripple of emotion passed through Wang Jingzhi’s eyes.

"Auntie, don’t worry. You brought her here in time. She’s not in deep trouble. I’ll just give her some medicine," he reassured.

Wang Jingzhi let the words "Sister Li" turn around in his throat a hundred times, but he still did not shout them out.

Li Lian’s injuries were not severe, just frightening to look at. His words were not meant to soothe Aunt Guihua but merely speak the truth.

Only after hearing his words did Aunt Guihua’s heart finally settle down.

Unconsciously, she came to believe Wang Jingzhi’s words even more. Perhaps because he had become a doctor who could save lives, elders would inevitably prefer people like him.

"Auntie, is Brother Shen Zhong’s leg better?" Wang Jingzhi prepared to suture Li Lian’s wound while chatting with Guihua, hoping to help her relax.

"Much better, you really have been a great help, Jingzhi." Having a topic to discuss, Aunt Guihua finally lost her previous tension.

"It’s nothing," Wang Jingzhi shook his head, his movements extremely meticulous.

After cleaning out the debris from the wound, Wang Jingzhi began to suture with needle and thread.

The suture was made of catgut. After the wound healed, the sutures would be absorbed by the skin and flesh, saving a lot of trouble.

In the beginning, when Wang Jingzhi saw his mentor suture those bloody wounds with needle and thread, he was a bit frightened. These things always reminded him of his own past experiences.

Now, however, he was no different from the old doctor.

Wang Jingzhi was reserved, and after his hardship, he became even more introverted. After these two years of interacting with the people in the medical hall, he gradually improved.

Although Wang Jingzhi wasn’t very good at small talk, he tried his best to comfort Guihua.

Li Lian’s injuries were not serious, but since she had not woken up and couldn’t be moved, it was inconvenient.

All the people in Jihe Hall were men. In the end, Guihua had to stay in the medical hall to take care of Li Lian.

June 8th

The weather was even hotter than in the previous days, and despite the fact that the women had switched to wearing gauze skirts, they were still somewhat sweaty.

"Miaomiao, are you planning to go home for a while?" Nanzhi saw Shen Miaomiao carrying a food box and asked with a smile.

This little girl had been living in her house for so many days. She seemed happy on the surface, but how could an eighteen-year-old girl not miss home?

"Yes." The little girl blushed. It was her who had threatened to ’run away from home’, and she who had cried with Sister Nanzhi at night.

Now that she suddenly wanted to go back, she was somewhat embarrassed.

"Go back and have a good talk with Auntie." Nanzhi paused, then continued: "Don’t worry about your brother’s issue anymore. Aunt Guihua and Uncle Shen are both sensible. They know what’s best."

"Alright, I understand." The little girl blushed and waved to Nanzhi before carrying the food box away.

The sunlight filtered through the mottled shadows of the trees, falling on the girl’s back, drawing the attention of the people around.

Those who recognized her just laughed and greeted her.

The Sanwei House was closed for three days starting from today, just to deal with the construction of the women’s pavilion.

Aze stood in front of the second-floor window, watching the girl’s figure gradually disappear into the distance, feeling a bit lost.

His heart was in turbulence.

But it seemed that Shen’s family had no such intentions towards him.

"Young man, what are you looking at?" Master Zheng asked Aze to go up and check if the position was right. However, he found that Aze was absent-minded, which made him somewhat displeased.

He had given his assurance on this job, so it had to be done well.

"I’m sorry, Master Zheng." Aze hurriedly apologized, but Master Zheng didn’t count on him anymore and let Liao Da go up and check instead.

"This young man, he looks good, why does he loaf around?" muttered Master Zheng quietly. Aze, who just came down from upstairs, felt a bit awkward.

"Master..."

Seeing Nanzhi looking over, Aze felt a bit awkward.

"It’s okay, you can take a break. Let Liao Da handle this." Nanzhi waved her hand, indicating that it was no big deal.

"Thank you, Master." Aze’s face was somewhat flushed with embarrassment, and after quickly thanking her, he retreated through the door that had been opened to the Sanwei House.

Father Lin, who was pasting the small door, saw Aze leave and clicked his tongue twice.

"Dad, what’s the matter?" Lin Yicheng suddenly heard his dad make a sound and turned to look at him.

"I think that boy and Twelve look alike!" Father Lin said with a sigh. Twelve had also stayed in Yan City with them for more than half a year. That young man was decent and seemed to have a bond with Miaomiao.

But now that Aze was here, he seemed to be interested in the Shen girl too. If Twelve doesn’t return soon, his corner might actually get stolen.

Father Lin looked thoughtful, as if he had recalled his own reckless youth.

"Dad, have you forgotten? Wenchen promised us that he would return to marry Fatty Girl in early June." Lin Ercheng was slightly helpless. His brother-in-law was always decisive in his words, but it was nearly mid-June now, and he was nowhere to be seen.

"That guy." Father Lin snorted. He was both loving and hateful towards his son-in-law.

Initially, he quietly brought the bridal gift and knocked on the door, but now there was no trace of him on the wedding date.

Luckily, everyone in their family was sensible. Otherwise, if they had told others that their daughter was getting married, and then there was no groom in the end, that would be truly embarrassing.

"When the time comes, Wenchen might also bring Twelve back with him." Lin Ercheng knew about Twelve’s feelings for Shen Miaomiao, and there was only one father at Twelve’s home. And both men were in the army.

Presumably, they wouldn’t care about status and identity. As long as Twelve was willing, their marriage could be settled.

Aze sat on the couch for only a short while before deciding to go find Shen Miaomiao.

He had backed out last time. This time, he wanted to make things clear.

The door to the Shen family’s courtyard was wide open, and there was a knocked-over food box on the ground. The Icy Sand Fruit Drink which was originally in the box had all melted into water, forming a wet shadow with the dirt on the ground.