My Wife Is A Miracle Doctor In The 80s

But it’s such a beautiful child who was beaten. This audacity to hurt someone in their village is shocking. Do they think they can bully the people of Li Tang Village so easily? When they targeted Tang Zhinian and pillaged his home in the past, they swallowed their anger because it was a matter of the Tang family that they had no say in, as it was his mother-in-law’s actions.

But now that Tang Zhinian is divorced, what right does the Sang family have to hit someone else’s child?

Tang Zhinian clenched his hands tightly, outrage emanating from his being, he hurried outside to find his daughter in the lead.

“Brother Zhinian, don’t worry. Little Yuxin is fine. Uncle Zhong has already bandaged the wound. She’s just frightened,” reassured Dacai, leading the way.

Tang Zhinian opened his mouth but no words came out.

He staggered into Chen Zhong’s house to find Tang Yuxin sitting quietly on a small stool, her head wrapped in gauze, her little face pale.

“Xinxin…” Tang Zhinian’s voice was hoarse with emotion. He hurriedly squatted down, not daring to touch his daughter.

Was she okay? Where was she injured? Just her head? Did the injury reach her brain? With her beauty and intellect, would she become disfigured, or mentally damaged?

“What’s with that look?” Chen Zhong gave Tang Zhinian a sidelong glance, then put away his medical box. “The medicine passed down in my family guarantees there won’t be any scars, and nothing’s wrong with her head. She’s still as smart as ever.”

That’s right, she’s still as smart as ever. If not, the first one to cry wouldn’t be Tang Zhinian, but him.

It was hard enough to find a suitable child for an apprentice, if she were to become mentally affected, he would drown himself in tears.

“Dad,” Tang Yuxin pouted, eyeing Tang Zhinian pitifully.

Tang Zhinian held his daughter, his eyes welling up with tears.

“Daddy, Grandma is mean,” Tang Yuxin lowered her head, choking on her words. She couldn’t let her victim role go to waste; the wound on her head hadn’t come for free.

Outside Chen Zhong’s door, many villagers were gathering. They were shocked when they heard that Tang Zhinian’s daughter had been beaten by an out-of-towner. Nothing like this had ever happened in their village. Even if a child made a huge mistake, no one would even suggest beating them, let alone causing the child to bleed, especially if it was done by an outsider.

Such an atrocity was unbearable for anyone.

Tang Yuxin, with an ebbing and flowing voice between cries and storytelling, tears streaming down her face.

“Daddy, Grandma said our coriander made tens of thousands of dollars. Daddy, didn’t we lose all our money in the flood? We don’t have any money left to buy eggs for Xinxin to eat.”