I started out with seven husbands, and I worked hard to support my family while crying.

Chapter 374: I will never let anything happen to you.

The thugs trembled at her scream. They turned around, revealing their狰狞 (zhengning, meaning ferocious or hideous) faces. One of them said menacingly, "Little girl, mind your own business, or you'll regret it!"

A resolute glint flashed in Fang Rourou's eyes. Undeterred, she rushed forward, determined to stop the thugs' evil deeds. "You bunch of villains, don't even think about committing crimes in the clinic!" she shouted.

Seeing this, the thugs exchanged glances, then swarmed forward, surrounding Fang Rourou. Fang Rourou struggled fiercely, waving her arms and trying to break free from their grasp.

But she was, after all, just a weak woman, and soon found herself at a disadvantage. A thug, his face contorted with malice, seized the opportunity and suddenly pulled out a sharp dagger, viciously stabbing Fang Rourou.

"Ah!" Fang Rourou screamed in agony as blood instantly stained her clothes. Her body trembled, and she collapsed helplessly to the ground.

When the thugs saw her injured and lying on the ground, they thought something was wrong and hurriedly grabbed some of the stolen items and fled in panic.

Just then, Fang Xiaoxiao, carrying a bag of medicinal herbs she had just bought, walked towards the clinic, humming a little tune. She was in a light and cheerful mood, thinking about the clinic's future and looking forward to a wonderful life.

As she reached the entrance of the clinic, she suddenly heard Fang Rourou's screams coming from inside. Her heart clenched instantly, and her face turned deathly pale. "Oh no, Sister Rourou!" She dropped what she was holding and rushed into the clinic like a gust of wind.

"Sister Rou Rou!" Fang Xiao Xiao stared in horror at Fang Rou Rou lying in a pool of blood, her voice trembling with extreme fear.

She rushed to Fang Rourou's side, her legs gave way, and she almost collapsed to the ground.

"Xiao Xiao..." Fang Rourou called out weakly, her eyes glazed over, before she fainted.

Tears welled up in Fang Xiaoxiao's eyes. She suppressed her grief and quickly checked Fang Rourou's injuries. The wounds were shockingly deep, and blood kept gushing out, staining her hands red.

"Sister Rou Rou, you must hold on!" Fang Xiaoxiao gritted her teeth, hurriedly tore off a clean piece of cloth from the side, and pressed it hard on the wound in an attempt to stop the bleeding.

Just as Fang Xiaoxiao was anxiously treating Fang Rourou, Pei Yan was also attracted by the sudden commotion and rushed to the clinic.

"What happened?" Pei Yan's voice was filled with urgency and worry, and his eyes were filled with shock and anger the moment he saw Fang Rourou.

While trying to bandage Fang Rourou, Fang Xiaoxiao said with a sob in her voice, "It was Li Laoliu who sent thugs to steal the secret recipe. Rourou was stabbed while trying to stop them!"

Upon hearing this, Pei Yan was enraged, his teeth grinding together. "That Li Laoliu is utterly depraved!" He turned and rushed out of the clinic like a whirlwind, chasing after the fleeing assailant.

Pei Yan's figure sped along in the moonlight, his eyes firm and sharp, like a leopard hunting its prey.

With his exceptional tracking skills and agile movements, Pei Yan quickly discovered the trail of the fleeing criminals. He shouted, "Stop!" His voice boomed like thunder in the silent night sky.

Hearing the roar, the thugs' legs went weak with fear, and they quickened their pace even more desperately. But Pei Yan was agile, and with a few leaps, he quickly closed the distance between them.

A fierce fight ensued. Pei Yan's fists flew like the wind, his legs moved like lightning, each move filled with power and fury. The thugs were no match for him and were quickly beaten to a pulp.

Finally, Pei Yan successfully subdued the thugs. He grabbed one of them by the collar, lifted him up, his eyes wide with fury, as if he were about to breathe fire. "Tell me, who ordered you to come here?"

The thug was terrified, his face turned ashen, and he stammered, "It was...it was Li Laoliu. He sent us to steal the secret recipe."

Pei Yan snorted coldly, his eyes filled with contempt and anger. "I'll take you back and see how Li Laoliu tries to argue!" He carried the thugs like chickens, leading them towards the clinic.

When Pei Yan returned to the clinic, Fang Rourou's injuries had temporarily stabilized. Fang Xiaoxiao stayed by the bedside, her eyes never leaving Fang Rourou for a moment, her hands tightly holding hers, as if she could give her strength and courage in doing so.

Pei Yan entered the room, and Fang Xiaoxiao looked up, her eyes filled with anger and anticipation. "Li Laoliu must pay the price!"

Pei Yan nodded heavily. "Don't worry, with me here, I will never let him get away with it."

Pei Yan then began interrogating the criminals. His voice was deep and authoritative, and each question was like a sharp sword, piercing straight into the criminals' hearts.

Moonlight streamed through the windows into the clinic, illuminating the angry yet resolute faces of the patients and highlighting their unwavering features.

At this moment, the streets outside the clinic remained silent, but a battle between justice and evil had already begun.

Fang Xiaoxiao stayed by Fang Rourou's bedside, silently praying for her speedy recovery. Her eyes were filled with concern and worry, and tears welled up in them.

Pei Yan clenched his fists, his eyes flashing with determination as he pondered how to bring Li Laoliu to justice.

The thugs squatted dejectedly in the corner, like wilted eggplants, waiting for their due punishment.

The night grew deeper, and a gentle breeze blew, stirring the curtains, as if it too were sighing for this unfortunate event.

Fang Xiaoxiao gripped Fang Rourou's hand tightly, her heart pounding in her chest. Fang Rourou's pale face and barely perceptible breath made Fang Xiaoxiao extremely anxious.

"Sister Rou Rou, you must hold on! I will never let anything happen to you!" Fang Xiaoxiao bit her lip, her eyes revealing determination. She took a deep breath, large beads of sweat sliding down her cheeks, and decided to use her unique skill—the Three Ghost Needles.

Fang Xiaoxiao's hands trembled slightly as she gently unwrapped the blood-soaked bandage from Fang Rourou's wound. The gruesome wound resembled the gaping maw of a demon, sending chills down one's spine.

But Fang Xiaoxiao's eyes did not waver at all; on the contrary, they became even more determined.

She carefully took out an exquisite needle case from her bosom, and the moment she opened it, three mysterious lights flickered in the dim room.

They were three slender silver needles that exuded a unique aura, as if carrying the hope of life.

Fang Xiaoxiao held her breath and focused intently as she slowly inserted the first needle into the acupoint on Fang Rourou's head.

Her movements were as gentle as a spring breeze brushing against flower petals, as if afraid of causing Fang Rourou any extra pain.

As the silver needles were inserted into the acupoints, Fang Rourou's body trembled slightly, and Fang Xiaoxiao's heart clenched.