Switched Life:I Went Viral on a Family Variety Show
Chapter 159 Late Infiltration of Wound

Chapter 159: Chapter 159 Late Infiltration of Wound

After the male guests followed the Clan Leader into the mountains, the female guests also accompanied the Old Embroidery Lady to the Embroidery Room.

The Embroidery Room consisted of dozens of identical wooden cabins organized into two levels, arranged in a square formation like the Chinese character "回."

Walking through the main gate, you’d see a massive rectangular artificial pond at the center of the courtyard. Its design was incredibly minimalist, with only two fake mountain stones and a few plump koi swimming inside.

The training location for the female guests was the main Embroidery Room, the exclusive workspace of Granny Huang, the most experienced Old Embroidery Lady in Jiangkou Village.

Upon entering the main Embroidery Room, the walls were adorned with Granny Huang’s embroidery works — black fabric backgrounds stitched with colorful depictions of nature in vibrant designs that were especially striking.

Once the guests were seated, Granny Huang began explaining the simplest needle techniques.

To assess the guests’ natural talent, Granny Huang demonstrated once and then asked everyone to give it a try on the embroidery frames placed in front of them.

Granny Huang had hardly finished saying "begin" when a sharp, short scream broke out in the room.

"Ah!" Everyone turned toward the sound to see Chu Wei clutching one of her fingers while dramatically exhaling like her life depended on it.

"Help! My finger’s cut! What do I do? Oh my God, it hurts so bad! Why is the needle so sharp? It’s just unbearable!"

Chu Wei alternated between crying and complaining, her reaction was so over-the-top that anyone unfamiliar with the situation might think she’d lost a hand.

Chuyun quickly rushed over, gently patting Chu Wei’s back and softly blowing on her finger to soothe her while comforting her, "Weiwei, don’t cry. Mommy’ll blow on it for you. Why weren’t you more careful while using the needle?"

Sang Ning craned her neck to take a look. Chu Wei’s index finger had nothing more than a tiny pinprick, barely the size of a strand of hair, with only a few drops of blood seeping out.

Her eyelids twitched as she couldn’t help herself, her tone casual and nonchalant, "Um, it’s just a little poke with a needle; you don’t need to be so dramatic. It’s not like anyone’s dying."

However, Chuyun, who was known for her gentle nature, turned her head and glared at Sang Ning, snapping irritably, "It’s not you who’s hurt, of course you’re just sitting there making sarcastic comments."

[The formerly glowing halo of the original "national goddess" shattered in moments. Come on, Chuyun, seriously? It’s just a tiny puncture wound; does it merit acting like it’s a terminal illness?]

[Chu Wei is really way too fragile — do we need to call an ambulance for oxygen and send her to the ICU?]

[Look at Sang Ning’s icy side-eye; it feels like she’s seconds away from pulling out a knife to chop off Chu Wei’s finger.]

Chu Xi had been merely observing the drama, but hearing Chuyun scold Sang Ning filled her with satisfaction, and the corner of her mouth betrayed a faint smile.

She got up quickly and walked to Chu Wei’s embroidery frame, putting on an expression of concern and saying, "Sister Yun, don’t worry. I’ll go get the first aid kit from Director Sun right now. A needle prick isn’t a minor thing; if the wound gets infected, it’ll be a real hassle. Just wait; I’ll be back soon."

[Wow, Chu Xi’s green tea-level move is impressive — Sang Ning had just said being pricked wasn’t a big deal, and the next second Chu Xi goes and counters her completely.]

[She’s definitely trying to provoke conflict between Chuyun and Sang Ning.]

Granny Huang, as the village’s most experienced Old Embroidery Lady, had never once left Jiangkou Village in her life. When dealing with outsiders, she was inevitably cautious and reserved in her words and actions.

Seeing Chu Wei’s injury had already left her flustered, and Chu Xi’s suggestion to go grab the medicine kit made her even more anxious.

She hurriedly stood up from beside the embroidery frame and called out to Chu Xi, "Child, don’t worry. The needles I gave you are sterilized using candle flames, so they’re perfectly clean."

Granny Huang gestured with her hands as she spoke, her tone filled with urgency.

Though she was a rural villager, she still cared about cleanliness; it wasn’t nearly as unsanitary as these city folks seemed to imagine.

"Ah-ma, I didn’t mean to imply your needles weren’t clean," Chu Xi flashed her signature smile, putting on an empathetic front to pacify Granny Huang.

Granny Huang’s expression finally softened a little, but barely a second later, her calm was shattered by Chu Xi’s next words, "But the candle-flame sterilization method is a bit outdated — to be safe, we should use scientific methods to disinfect needles."

This time, Granny Huang’s face turned serious and grim; the implication was clear — she thought she was being accused of lacking hygiene.

"Wait!"

Chu Xi was just about to step outside when Sang Ning called out to stop her.

Turning back, Chu Xi noticed Sang Ning wasn’t even looking at her but had walked over to Chu Wei’s embroidery frame, where she immediately yanked off the embroidered cloth and wrapped it around Chu Wei’s index finger.

The loudly bawling Chu Wei suddenly stopped crying and looked up at Sang Ning, startled, while Chuyun also glanced up in confusion.

Both mother and daughter were baffled — what was this supposed to mean?

Sang Ning pressed on Chu Wei’s finger through the embroidery cloth several times, ensuring the blood droplets were wiped clean. Then, she unwrapped the cloth and mimed spitting on Chu Wei’s finger.

Of course, Sang Ning didn’t actually spit on Chu Wei’s hand; she merely pretended to make spitting motions near her finger.

!!!

Even though no actual spit touched her finger, Chu Wei was still thoroughly disgusted and jerked her hand away forcefully, lips curling in distaste.

"Sang Ning, what the hell are you doing? A female celebrity doing something so revolting?" Chuyun, nauseated to the point of physical discomfort, fought back her reaction even though Sang Ning’s motions were only symbolic.

Sang Ning ignored the mother-daughter duo entirely and instead turned back toward Granny Huang, flashing her a smile. "Ah-ma, does my method of disinfecting work? When I used to live in the mountains, if any of the kids got scraped or hurt, the elders in the family would spit a little on the wound, and that was the end of it."

Although Sang Ning sounded dead serious, Granny Huang couldn’t help but let out a chuckle.

The Embroidery Room fell silent as Chu Xi, Li Sulan, and Hu Zhi exchanged bewildered glances.

When had Sang Ning ever lived in the mountains?

Seeing Granny Huang laugh, Sang Ning finally turned back to shoot a quick glance at Chu Xi, casually remarking, "Wait a second — I’m worried that by the time you grab the medicine kit, Chu Wei might not make it. You should just take her directly."

With that, she grabbed Chu Wei’s arm and forcibly helped her to her feet, kindly saying, "Little sister, let’s hurry; if you miss the best treatment window, your wound might deteriorate into a late-stage invasive injury, and your life would be at risk."

[Hilarious — Sang Ning clearly mastered the art of sarcasm. Who is she trying to annihilate with this passive-aggressive tone?]

"Sang Ning, are you crazy? It’s just a needle prick; is there any need to blow this out of proportion?"

Chu Wei was livid. Late-stage what? Life at risk? Was Sang Ning trying to kill her with words now?

Sang Ning’s mock-spitting was disgusting enough, but now she had to endure verbal torment!

"Oh." Sang Ning replied in an extremely calm tone, then casually threw Chu Wei’s prior words right back at her, "It’s just a needle prick; is there any need to blow this out of proportion? People unaware of the situation might think you were stabbed instead."

"You—" Chu Wei’s cheeks flushed with color from sheer embarrassment, momentarily left speechless by Sang Ning’s remarks.

"Sang Ning, that’s too much. Are you picking on us just because we’re a helpless mother and daughter?" Chuyun’s tears began to fall instantly, her words still echoing as two streams of clear tears streaked down her face.