Siheyuan: The young man starts off and beats the stick.

The stick terrier was physically castrated by his own mother!

The silent hallway was silent, and there was not a single sound.

Suddenly, a figure appeared with a heavy wheezing sound.

It was Qin Huairu, who was determined to save the stick terrier!

I saw Qin Huairu's expression flustered, and he tiptoed towards the ward where the stick terrier was.

Fortunately, it was late at night, and the nurses had already slept unconscious.

Qin Huairu seized the opportunity, picked up the sleeping stick stalk, wrapped a quilt and ran home.

Along the way, Qin Huairu stopped and stopped, and rested several times before finally coming to the door of the courtyard.

Perhaps because of the biting cold wind, the stick stalk on Qin Huairu's back woke up faintly at this time.

He coughed a few times, looked blankly at the familiar streets around him, and couldn't help but ask.

"Mom, is the operation done?" I remember the doctor said it was tomorrow?"

"Why should we go home in the middle of the night, I'm so cold!" Qin

Huairu panted tiredly, touched the sweat on his face, gently stroked the face of the stick terrier, and said in a choked voice.

"Good boy, the doctor told my mother that you are already well and do not need any more surgery.

"Mom was afraid that you wouldn't be used to sleeping in the hospital, so she came to pick you up.

After saying these words, Qin Huairu had already burst into tears, but because it was too late, the weak stick terrier didn't notice it.

"Really? That's great! I won't be cut off underneath if I say that, right?!"

The naïve stick terrier listened to Qin Huairu's fabricated lies, and suddenly came to his senses, and asked in an incredible loud voice.

Qin Huairu didn't answer when she heard this, she was afraid that she couldn't help crying and arouse the suspicion of the stick terrier.

He just nodded, picked up the stick again, and slowly walked to the backyard.

The stick terrier on his back didn't notice his mother's abnormality, and excitedly imagined the beautiful scene of marrying his daughter-in-law in the future.

Deaf old lady's house.

The stick terrier was placed in a separate room, and it was already dark and snoring.

Qin Huairu squatted in the corner of the kitchen, silently looking at the kitchen knife in his hand, his eyes flashing with a strange light.

After a long time, Qin Huairu wiped the tears on her face, and then no longer hesitated, and her expression gradually became fierce.

She washed the dusty whetstone with water, and sharpened the kitchen knife one after another with a blank expression.

In the dim kitchen, bursts of sparks burst out from time to time, reflecting Qin Huairu's indifferent cheeks.

The stick terrier lying on the kang is dreaming of eating pork ribs, and its mouth is still chewing.

As everyone knows, Qin Huairu on the side was holding a shiny kitchen knife and staring at him coldly.

After a while, the stick terrier vaguely felt a heart-piercing pain coming from his lower body.

"Ahh

But in the next second, the stick terrier who slowly opened his eyes saw the most terrifying scene in his life.

I saw that his own mother, who was shouting in his mouth, was baking the blade with a candle, and there was no emotional fluctuation on her pale face.

The stick terrier was frightened and panicked, and frantically wanted to escape, but struggled for a long time and did not move.

If you look closely, it turns out that your hands and feet have long been chained, and your broken lower body has also been sprinkled with a layer of black powder similar to the ash at the bottom of the pot.

The sharp pain in my sleep just now was caused by that thing.

Streams of cold sweat flowed from the forehead of the stick terrier in an instant, and he was full of tears, looking at Qin Huairu with pleading eyes, not understanding why his own mother did this.

"Stick terrier, bear with me, mom won't let you be too miserable!"

"For you to survive, this is the only way, don't blame mom!" Qin

Huairu repeated to the stick terrier over and over again mechanically, and the hot kitchen knife in his hand slowly approached the lower body of the stick terrier.

At this time, in the eyes of the stick terrier, she is like a terrible ghost asking for her life, with her hair scattered and her eyes blank.

"Mom, I don't want to be more stupid like Uncle Zhu! You take me to the hospital! There will definitely be a way!"

"Ah!!hh

But everything was useless, and as the smell of burnt flesh came out, the stick terrier also let out a terrible wail.

This wail echoed in the silent courtyard for a long time, startling many people who were sleeping so much that they almost fell off the kang.

Ten minutes later.

The charred thing in the lower body of the stick stalk was thrown to the ground by Qin Huairu, black and emitting a foul smell.

Looking at the stick terrier again, I had already passed out from the pain, rolling my eyes and being unconscious.

To say that this Qin Huairu really has two hits, after cutting the stick stalk with a red-hot kitchen knife, it just scalded the nearby blood vessels, avoiding the fatal danger caused by heavy bleeding.

"Hey, hey, yes, yes! My stick terrier can finally survive!" The

kitchen knife in Qin Huairu's hand fell to the ground with a "clang", and she clapped her hands and cheered sickly.

After a while, she seemed to think of something sad, and squatted on the ground again and began to cry loudly.

And just like that, the night passed quickly.

The men in the courtyard had gone to work, and only a group of old women were left sitting in the corner talking about what had happened last night.

"Hey, did you hear the howl of the stick terrier last night? My mom, she almost scared me to death!"

"Ahh

"Ugh... The stick terrier is the only seedling of the Jia family! This cut, the Jia family is completely extinct!"

Just as everyone was chatting enthusiastically, Su Ming, who was pretending to be passing by, had a shocked expression on his face.

He did hear the scream of the stick terrier last night, but it was too late and he didn't care about what was going on with him, so he didn't bother to get up and check.

Early this morning, Su Ming came to the "intelligence station" in this courtyard early, pretending to be passing by, wanting to eavesdrop on what happened.

Sure enough, he guessed it.

Su Ming was impressed by Qin Huairu's woman in his heart at this time.

In order to save his child, he did not hesitate to take such a big risk, which shows that he was also forced to a dead end.

You must know that even hospitals do not dare to take this kind of surgery lightly, and they need to be well prepared.

"Hmph! This time it's your fate! But next time, you won't be so lucky..."

Thinking of this, Su Ming snorted coldly and slowly walked home.