activa-t Chapter 257 Shameless
Chapter 257 Shameless
Soon, Xiaojun's eyelids drooped slowly and he fell into a deep sleep.
Xiao Zhixue quickly and skillfully guided Ding Xiaojun into a space specially set up by her, which was full of mystery. The room was covered with strange runes, flashing a faint but steady light, providing a safe atmosphere that transcended time for the upcoming operation.
Ding Xiaojun was gently placed on a seemingly ordinary but high-tech operating table. The surface of the table exuded a soothing warmth, alleviating his tension caused by the unknown.
Then, a series of sophisticated monitoring instruments were quietly connected to him in an almost silent way. Their indicator lights flickered regularly like stars, ready to record every subtle change in the operation.
Xiao Zhixue personally put on a special breathing mask for Ding Xiaojun. It looks simple on the outside, but actually has a complex internal structure and ingenious design.
As she gently pressed the switch, a stream of anesthetic gas mixed with a soft fragrance slid into Ding Xiaojun's lungs like silk. His eyes gradually became blurred, and his consciousness slowly sank into the abyss of dreams. All the pain and uneasiness seemed to disappear.
Outside the closed door, Liu Yin was pacing back and forth in the corridor, her anxiety evident in her words.
Unlike previous doctors who only knew how to prescribe herbal medicine and let patients make it themselves, Xiao Zhixue's style of doing things made Liu Yin feel both novel and uneasy.
Without windows to block the view, the interior of this mysterious space becomes a mystery. It is so quiet that time seems to have stopped.
Seeing this, An Ying'er patted her shoulder gently and said in a firm and comforting tone: "Mr. Xiao's skills are well-known in the city. Don't worry, Xiaojun will definitely get the best treatment this time."
In that closed operating room, Xiao Zhixue's concentration was like a sharp blade, and every movement was precise and accurate.
Although her forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat, it did not affect her meticulous attitude.
Under the operating light, she was like a general on the battlefield, calm and decisive.
With the perfect ligation of the last thread, the heart bypass surgery was declared a success. Time seemed to freeze at this moment, witnessing the miracle happening.
After the operation, Xiao Zhixue carefully picked up Ding Xiaojun from the operating table. Her gentle movements were like a mother treating her newborn baby.
She gently wiped the sweat from her forehead, walked steadily to the door, and invited softly, "Come in."
The door slowly opened, as if the door of hope was reopening.
Liu Yin rushed into the house almost instantly, and the scene in front of her made her eyes moist: Ding Xiaojun was lying peacefully on the bed, breathing steadily, and his originally sallow face was flushed with the vitality of life.
She couldn't wait to ask Xiao Zhixue, her voice trembling: "Master Xiao, is Xiaojun...really cured?"
Xiao Zhixue nodded gently, her brows full of confidence: "He has passed the critical period."
Afterwards, Xiao Zhixue took out two exquisite porcelain bottles from the space. The bottles were painted with delicate patterns, revealing an extraordinary temperament.
"This can help you heal your internal and external injuries, and this is the holy water that I obtained from Tianshan after much hardship. Give it to Xiaojun three times a day. Within a week, he will see a significant improvement."
When Liu Yin heard this, she could no longer hold back her tears, which fell like pearls from a broken string. She knelt on the ground, her gratitude overflowing with words: "Mr. Xiao, you are so kind and compassionate that you saved my son from years of suffering. Let me kowtow to you on his behalf to express my gratitude!"
Xiao Zhixue quickly helped her up, her eyes sparkling with sincerity and humility: "Don't be like this, I appreciate your kindness, but I really don't deserve this generous reward."
When seeing the ten copper coins that Liu Yin took out, Xiao Zhixue felt an indescribable emotion deep in her heart.
She knew that these might be insignificant to ordinary people, but for a mother who had almost spent all her money on her son's medical treatment, this was everything.
She declined, saying, "Keep the money. You and your son need it more."
An Ying'er also echoed from the side, her words full of understanding and sympathy.
In this warm yet slightly heavy atmosphere, a harsh curse broke the silence.
Ding Qiang was a man covered in scars and staggering. His appearance was like a dark cloud covering the dawn. His malicious eyes swept over An Ying'er, as if he wanted to turn the accumulated resentment into actual harm.
An Ying'er fought back without fear, and the confrontation between the two sides filled the air with tension.
Amid this series of dramatic events, Liu Yin's mood was like a roller coaster, from gratitude to anger, and then to helplessness, with her emotions complicated and difficult to discern.
The justice and strength of Xiao Zhixue and An Ying'er add a touch of warmth to this story, lighting the spark of hope amid the undercurrent.
Ding Qiang's laughter was like a sudden thunder, echoing in the small and dilapidated thatched house. It was a kind of arrogance mixed with ridicule and disdain, which shook the air as if it froze for a moment.
"What else do you want to do to me? Don't forget, you owe me the betrothal money, not a penny less, a full fifty cents, give it to me quickly, don't delay my going to the casino!"
His words were like a knife, cruelly cutting through the air, and every word revealed his shameless greed for money.
Liu Yin's body trembled with anger, and tears rolled down like beads from a broken string.
The past four years of her married life were like purgatory. She had to endure unspeakable pain and humiliation every day and night.
Not only did Ding Qiang squander all the family savings, but even worse, he shamelessly asked her for the so-called "bride price debt."
Back then, the betrothal gift of only ten cents has now been exaggerated by him into a debt of fifty cents. The world is so fickle and people are so indifferent, it makes people sad.
In order to support her family, Liu Yin worked day and night with needlework. Every stitch and every thread carried her meager hope for life, but what she got in return was only a meager income that was barely enough to make ends meet.
However, these hard-earned money were either squandered by Ding Qiang on the abyss of gambling, or spent on the long road of treating Ding Xiaojun's illness.
The house was bare and there was not even a decent piece of furniture to be found. The former wooden hut had long since fallen into disrepair and turned into a thatched hut that was blown through by the wind.
There was hardly any oil on the table for all three meals, and the family lived on cooking with plain water.
Xiaojun was already weak to begin with, and this kind of living environment made him thinner and thinner, as if he was just a fragile skeleton.
Whenever there were quarrels and insults at the dinner table, Ding Qiang would never forget to beat Liu Yin, and even maliciously suggested that she join the brothel in exchange for more money. His words were so vicious that they were outrageous.
Countless times, Liu Yin had thoughts of committing suicide in despair, but when she thought of Ding Xiaojun's innocent and dependent eyes, her heart felt as if it was pierced by thousands of arrows.