Transmigration: Rural Sweet Wife

"How can you child talk like that?" Qian's tone slightly angry reprimand a song bao'er, but in the heart can't contain of start to consider this matter.

Song bao'er looked anxiously at Qian Shi and said, "mother, it costs so much money to treat my father's illness. Our family can't borrow so much money now. Even if we can borrow it, my father may not wake up. Mother, we have to live in the future. "

Qian raised his voice and said, "I have an idea about this matter. Don't talk about it."

"I..." what else did song bao'er want to say? Seeing Qian's expression, he didn't say any more.

When song qiuer heard that Qian didn't agree, he sighed and went back to the Chaifang.

But Qian in the room, after cursing song bao'er lightly, began to think about giving up treatment.

In fact, there is no room to consider this matter. Even if song Dazhuang can recover, his family can't afford the medical expenses.

The Qian family naturally knew song Dazhuang's ability. If song Dazhuang had the ability to make money, how could his family have been so miserable these years? If song Dazhuang is good, his family will be in debt, and his life will be even worse.

After many years of marriage, although Qian's heart is a little intolerant, he is inclined to what song bao'er said.

At noon, song qiuer sends the firewood in the yard to the kitchen. He accidentally sees the meal in Qian's pot. He knows that Qian has decided to give up his uncle.

"What are you looking at?" Qian was a little guilty. Seeing song qiuer looking at himself, he was even more guilty. He said angrily, "don't you hurry out! Do you still want to steal in the kitchen? "

Without paying attention to Qian, song qiuer puts down the firewood. Without hesitation, song qiuer takes out his hidden silver needle and goes straight to song Dazhuang's room.

At the moment, song Dazhuang didn't have a person by his bed. Song Dazhuang, who was lying alone on the bed, didn't seem to have any business.

Song qiuer sat by the bed and told amu, "amu, no matter what happens later, don't let your aunts come near me, you know?"

"Well." Mu looked at the silver needle song qiuer took out and nodded gently.

The silver needle should be gently punctured at every point on Song Dazhuang's body. Every time song qiuer gives song Dazhuang a new pulse. Although she has confidence in her medical skills, she has to be careful.

After ten stitches, a thin layer of sweat appeared on song qiuer's forehead.

These ten needles are the key points on Song Dazhuang's head. From a distance, the silver needles on his face are very penetrating.

Song qiuer takes out the most slender needle from the silver needle, takes a deep breath, and inserts it into the main point on Song Dazhuang's head. If this point is inserted incorrectly, I'm afraid song Dazhuang will die here today.

Song qiuer did not hesitate to give such an important shot, because she knew that once she hesitated at this time, song Dazhuang would be more dangerous. The silver needle gently penetrated into song qiuer's heart, but she heard a scream from the door

"What are you doing?"

Such a noisy voice, of course, can only come from Qian.

Song qiuer doesn't look back. She continues to draw out a silver needle and is ready to continue to prick song Dazhuang's acupoints.

However, Qian saw this scene, how could he let song qiuer do it?

"Stop it! Do you want to kill your uncle? " Qian's sharp voice penetrated into song qiuer's mind.

Originally, it was a tense process of acupuncture treatment. Qian's voice was constantly interfering, which made song qiuer have to stop. At this time, she found that the reason why Qian just screamed and didn't come forward was because amu was dragging Qian!

"You cheap girl! I'm sorry for your uncle. You're going to kill him when he's sick! " Qian kept swearing, his tone became more and more angry, his voice became louder and louder, and his words became more and more ugly.

Song qiuer wanted to block Qian's voice, but he stopped because of Qian's noisy voice.

"Shut up." Song qiuer makes a cold voice, and the silver needle in his hand reflects a cold light. With song qiuer's face slightly angry because of impatience, he makes Qian dare not continue to scold for a while.

Seeing this, Amu quickly took a handkerchief to block Qian's mouth and held her firmly to prevent Qian from having the chance to move.

Song qiuer gets a quiet environment. He doesn't hesitate and procrastinate any more. He stabs song Dazhuang one after another.

After a cup of tea, song qiuer gets the last shot and is relieved. If there is no accident, song Dazhuang will soon wake up.

Qian, who was held down by amu, kept making a "Wuwu" sound. It seemed that he wanted to say something, but because his mouth was tightly locked by amu, he couldn't say a word.

Song qiuer breathes out and begins to wipe the sweat between his forehead with a handkerchief. Amu quickly lets Qian go and takes the handkerchief in Song qiuer's hand to wipe the sweat for song qiuer.

"You..." Qian was released. He just wanted to open his mouth, but he saw song Dazhuang with a silver needle on his face. He was so scared that he didn't finish a word and fell to the ground!

"Let's go back." Song qiuer is not in the mood to pay attention to Qian. He pulls out the silver needle on Song Dazhuang's body and wipes it one by one. He whispers to amu.

A mu nods and follows song qiuer. Unexpectedly, he bumps into song Baoer head-on.

"What are you doing here?" Song bao'er saw that song qiu'er and a mu came out of their parents' room and asked subconsciously.

Song qiuer ignores song bao'er and passes by him.

"Mother! Mother, what's the matter with you When song bao'er sees Qian lying on the ground, he immediately shouts in horror, but Qian is stunned and doesn't wake up for a while.

One of his parents is seriously ill in bed, and the other is unconscious on the ground. Song bao'er suddenly thinks of song qiu'er, who has just left, and song qiu'er has a tall ah mu. Song bao'er calms down and goes out to find Chen Hao.

"Song qiuer! Come out Chen Hao followed song bao'er behind him. He was big and kicking in front of song qiu'er's Chaifang door. "It's no use hiding in it! We already know about your cruelty to the sister-in-law of the Song family! "

"What did you say?" Song qiuer opens the door and stares at Chen Hao.

When Chen Hao heard song bao'er's words, he brought people to make trouble. He decided that song qiu'er had killed Qian's family while song Dazhuang was ill in bed. Now, with the help of a large number of people, Chen Hao said boldly: "folks, you see, this woman is right in front of you. She killed her aunt and her uncle. If it wasn't for bao'er's sister, she would have escaped, I'm afraid I can't escape her hands! "

With that, Chen Hao pointed to song qiuer and said angrily, "for the sake of your uncle's property, you have done something to poison your aunt and kill your uncle!"