Switched Life:I Went Viral on a Family Variety Show
Chapter 166: Have a Plum Candy

Chapter 166: Chapter 166: Have a Plum Candy

"Dad! Why did you hit me?" Chen Weimin’s head buzzed loudly as he held his right cheek, eyes wide, staring at his father.

"Why did I hit you? Don’t you have the slightest idea yourself?" The Great Witch was furious beyond measure. Seeing that Chen Weimin’s left cheek was unguarded, he swung his hand, aiming for another slap.

But before the hand could land, he let out a howl himself. His injured right hand was completely immobile.

Angrily, the Great Witch lifted his leg, ready to kick Chen Weimin, but villagers rushed forward and stopped him.

"Grandpa Chen, stop it! If that kick lands, it might actually kill someone!"

"Grandpa, calm down first. Hurry and see the Great Doctor. If your hand ends up crippled, how will the altar construction be handled?"

The villagers chimed in one after another, but they couldn’t persuade Grandpa Chen. He stood up stubbornly and delivered another kick toward Chen Weimin lying on the ground.

Frustrated, he scolded, "I have only one son, and he’s a useless son! Before building the altar, what did you promise me? Didn’t you say there wouldn’t be any problems?"

Chen Weimin was sent rolling forward from the kick, but after being scolded, he rolled right back.

With an innocent tone, he replied, "Dad, I did say it’d be fine! I even climbed up myself and jumped around multiple times to test it—nothing happened! Isn’t it just your own fault for gaining weight?"

Grandpa Chen was so furious he couldn’t even form a reply. He could only choke on his anger, unable to breathe properly.

"Hey, step aside! The Great Doctor is here. Let him check on Grandpa Chen first. At this critical moment, Grandpa’s hand can’t afford to have issues!"

An older man called out to clear the crowd, making way for the Great Doctor.

But as the doctor approached, Grandpa Chen refused treatment, instead raising his hand to point at Sang Ning. "Check on that girl first! She saved my life. If it weren’t for her, I’d be dead by now—how could I care about my hand in such a case?"

"But..." The Great Doctor hesitated, his eyes fixed on Grandpa Chen’s arm. Treating his arm seemed like the most urgent matter.

"Go! I’m telling you to go, so just go! If anything happens to my lifesaver, I’ll never forgive you!" Grandpa Chen used his uninjured left hand and pushed the Great Doctor hard.

The Great Doctor couldn’t refuse anymore. He let out a slight sigh, picked up his medical kit, and walked over to Sang Ning.

At this time, Director Sun also arrived with the crew doctor. His head was practically spinning; if Sang Ning’s hand was truly injured, he wouldn’t be able to take responsibility.

The crew doctor, relying on visuals alone, couldn’t identify any issues. He had no choice but to suggest Sang Ning should go to the hospital for an X-ray to check if there was bone damage.

But the Great Doctor stopped them: "Wait! Let me feel it first. I’m an expert in treating falls and trauma—things X-rays in hospitals can’t detect, I can definitely sense."

The crew doctor sized up the Great Doctor, his gaze full of disdain for what he considered a quack: "Sir, stop causing trouble here. If you delay the best treatment window, can you take responsibility for that?"

"What’s this? You’re looking down on traditional medicine?" The Great Doctor bumped the arrogant young man with his shoulder. "I’m telling you—I absolutely can take responsibility!"

[Where did this folk doctor come from? Does he really think his skills can compete with high-tech medical devices? Don’t go messing with people!]

[So what if he’s a folk doctor? Folk doctors can achieve what modern medicine sometimes can’t. I broke a bone before, went to several hospital specialists, and they all recommended surgery. But then my family took me to a folk doctor—just drinking his homemade medicinal wine and using his homemade ointment, I recovered in half a year.]

[Whether it’s a black cat or a white cat, as long as it catches mice, it’s a good cat. Medicine isn’t about being modern or traditional; it’s about effectiveness. Why do you all immediately dismiss things passed down by our ancestors?]

The Great Doctor pushed aside the young doctor and directly grabbed Sang Ning’s arm, starting to feel her bones. "Young lady, do you trust me?"

"No." Sang Ning answered decisively.

The Great Doctor staggered, nearly falling over: "You don’t trust me, yet you dare let me feel your bones? Aren’t you worried I’ll mess you up?"

"Xiao Ning, we should still go to the hospital for an examination. Otherwise, Mom won’t feel at ease," Hu Zhi said to Sang Ning while signaling Sang Youming to separate the Great Doctor.

However, Sang Ning shook her head at Sang Youming: "Dad, it’s okay. Let the Great Doctor take a look. I trust him."

The Great Doctor raised his head, casting a glance of approval at Sang Ning: "Young lady, you’ve got a pretty good eye."

"It’s fine. If he messes me up, he can just break his hand again to make up for it," Sang Ning said with a gentle smile.

Her tone was calm and light, but the Great Doctor shivered, looking at her as if he’d seen a ghost: "Young lady sure knows how to joke."

Now taking things seriously, the Great Doctor narrowed his eyes slightly and began carefully examining Sang Ning’s bones.

He started with the left hand. Without giving Sang Ning any prior warning, he abruptly jerked her bone with force.

A clear cracking sound resonated, startling those near Sang Ning. They couldn’t help but avert their eyes.

But Sang Ning merely frowned slightly and showed no other reaction.

Hu Zhi was heartbroken, nearly in tears. She wanted to stop him, but Sang Ning’s glance instantly reassured and stopped her.

"You’ve got guts! In all my years of setting bones, you’re the only one who could stay silent the whole time," the Great Doctor remarked with admiration in his gaze towards Sang Ning.

He hadn’t informed Sang Ning before acting, afraid it might create mental stress and fear.

Yet he hadn’t expected her to endure the pain so well.

Without wasting time, he grabbed her other arm and began the assessment. Again, at the critical spot, he gave it a firm twist.

This time, the cracking sound was even louder than before. Yet Sang Ning still just slightly furrowed her brow.

As soon as the Great Doctor let go, Director Sun rushed forward, looking anxious: "Sang Ning, how are you feeling? Shouldn’t we still go to the hospital for an examination?"

Sang Ning didn’t respond with words. Instead, she raised her hand, flexing and rotating her wrist to demonstrate: "You know what? This actually feels pretty miraculous. I couldn’t move it at all earlier. Now I think I could even twirl it elegantly."

Director Sun: "..."

[I beg Sister Sang to cry if she wants to cry. Don’t pretend to be calm and endure. Watching her is making me feel excruciatingly painful!]

[Haha, she’s probably putting on an act trying to establish a tough character. A self-directed performance for the sake of drama, huh?]

[Stop eating sour grapes, will you? What gorgeous female star would think it’s smart to build a tough-guy persona?]

Surrounded by concerned comments, Sang Ning absentmindedly placated everyone with a few words before making an excuse to go to the bathroom, escaping from the crowd.

Once she was far away from the crowd and cameras, she squatted down in the bushes, burying her head to cry bitterly.

"Owwwww—"

"It hurts like hell—"

"Damn it, this is even more painful than the electric torture from that damn System—"