Chapter 182: Bleeding Again
He looked at Aunt w.a.n.g, who had been sitting on the ground helplessly, then at his son, who laid in a pool of blood, and his daughter-in-law, who seemed to make things difficult for them deliberately.
He thought that even though his grandson might have been taken away, he was still alive. However, he had to save his son.
His son would bleed to death if he did not find a physician soon. He gritted his teeth and rushed out to look for the village physician.
However, to his surprise, the village physician refused to go to them when he heard something happened at Old An’s home. He did not even open the door for him.
He even told him to find some herbs on the mountain and apply medicine to An Da’s wounds. As for the fingers, he claimed to be incapable of treating them—An Da would be fine after he bled for some time.
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Old An almost vomited blood when he heard this.
He knew An Tu had looked after the village physician in the past. As a physician, he often had to go up the mountain to pick herbs. An Tu would always save him if he encountered troubles.
Now that their family had set their sights on An Tu’s only daughter, it was not surprising that the physician disliked them.
Actually, there was another reason—the epidemic. Old An’s family dared to wander out of the village. Although the physician was not very capable, he was the one who understood the gravity of diseases best here.
Was he supposed to wait until he contracted the disease to start distancing himself from it?
Since he could not treat such a lethal disease, he had to avoid coming into contact with it as much as possible.
Old An had no choice. He did not know any of the medicinal herbs on the mountain, so he begged at the physician’s door.
In the end, the physician threw a bag of medicine out. Old An left happily and went home to treat his son.
Since they delayed treating An Da, the wounds on his body had long stopped bleeding.
The machete was not sharp, to begin with, so it could not cut deep. It could cut off all four fingers neatly because Qian Jiyun was skilled.
However, Old An did not know that. He was in a hurry to apply medicine to his son and pulled his clothes off with force.
The wound that was already clotted tore, and blood gushed out again.
“Ah!”
An Da, who was unconscious, woke up from the pain and screamed.
His wild shrieks and howls woke Heizhuang’s mother, who had been unconscious in the courtyard. She sat up and started crying again at the thought of her son being taken away.
She first blamed An Jiuyue for being heartless and refusing to give up her son in exchange for hers.
Then, she began to blame Aunt w.a.n.g. They would not have caused such a big problem if she had not been greedy and determined to sell An Jiuyue’s son. Now, Ministry Councilor He had even taken her son away.
Finally, she blamed An Da again. She wailed and criticized An Da for failing to protect his son as a grown man and that he deserved to die without a son.
In short, she blamed everyone she could think of. She even cursed Aunt Kang too.
Old An’s neighbors listened to her cries and curses, which only stopped after lunch. It was finally quiet.
Then, someone saw Heizhuang’s mother carry a bag and leave the village while Old An and his family were busy.
Someone greeted her from afar, and she told them An Da’s family was unreliable. She was returning to her parents’ house and would never come back to suffer hardships here.