activa-t Chapter 319: You good-for-nothing! You're utterly useless!
Chapter 319: You good-for-nothing! You're utterly useless!
This pent-up anger burned ever more fiercely within her, like a volcano about to erupt, desperately needing an outlet to vent.
Then, her eyes, filled with resentment, suddenly turned, and like a mad beast, she unleashed all her fury on poor old Fu.
Her already sharp and shrill voice rose an octave higher, sounding like sharp glass scraping across a blackboard, sending chills down one's spine.
"You coward! Useless piece of trash! You just watched me get bullied and hid like a turtle in the side! Are you even a man? You're nothing but a piece of trash!"
While cursing, she frantically stretched out her hands and forcefully grabbed Lao Fu's ears, as if she wanted to tear them off.
At the same time, she kept kicking at Lao Fu with her thick legs, each kick carrying great force, forcing Lao Fu to retreat repeatedly, yet he dared not dodge.
Old Fu was beaten so badly that he had no chance to fight back. He could only lower his head and bend over like a child who had made a mistake, begging for mercy incessantly.
"Wife, please stop hitting me! Please stop hitting me! I know I was wrong!"
His voice was choked with sobs, and his face was filled with fear and helplessness.
The shrew showed no sign of stopping; she hit harder and harder, and her insults became increasingly vile.
Finally, she grabbed Old Fu's arm like a chick and roughly dragged him out of the thatched hut.
Old Fu was dragged along by her, almost staggering, until he was pulled out the door.
Before leaving, the shrew turned back, her fiery eyes glaring fiercely at Fang Xiaoxiao and the others.
Her lips moved rapidly, uttering a string of foul curses.
"You damned bastards! You'll all die a horrible death! Just you wait, I'll never let you get away with this!"
The sound was as sharp as the cry of an owl, filled with endless resentment and curses, echoing for a long time in the silent night sky.
Inside the thatched hut, only Fang Xiaoxiao, Pei Yan, the little girl, and her seriously ill mother remained.
The atmosphere suddenly became very heavy, as if an invisible boulder was pressing on everyone's heart.
The shrew yelled and cursed as she forcefully dragged Old Fu away from the thatched hut.
Just as they turned around, Fang Xiaoxiao glanced at him casually and was surprised to find that Old Fu, who had always acted honest and obsequious, had a very intriguing smirk on his face as he left.
That smile was like a black lightning bolt, instantly tearing through his usual honest and simple mask, appearing so eerie and abrupt that it sent chills down one's spine, as if a sinister coldness rose straight up from the soles of one's feet.
As the shrew's ear-piercing curses finally faded into the distance, the thatched hut was finally free from the noise and disturbance of outsiders, and the surrounding air seemed to freeze at that moment.
Fang Xiaoxiao took a deep breath, trying to calm the turmoil in her heart and make herself composed.
Her gaze hardened and became focused. She slowly walked to the little girl's mother's bedside and began to carefully examine her condition.
Fang Xiaoxiao gently lifted the girl's mother's thin, bony wrist, placed her fingers lightly on her faintly beating pulse, and focused intently on feeling every subtle pulse.
Her brows furrowed slightly, as if she were deciphering a mysterious and complex code.
As time went by, Fang Xiaoxiao's expression grew increasingly solemn, as if a thick layer of dark clouds had enveloped her face.
Her gaze slowly moved up from the girl's mother's wrist, carefully observing her face and tongue coating, not missing any subtle symptoms.
Suddenly, Fang Xiaoxiao's body trembled slightly, her eyes filled with shock and disbelief.
After a thorough investigation, she was shocked to discover that the girl's mother was not sick at all, but had been viciously poisoned.
Moreover, this poison was extremely rare and malevolent, strikingly similar to a slow-acting yet incredibly torturous virus developed by Unit 731 that her lecturer had once described in class during her university years. This virus was like a venomous snake lurking in the darkness, silently and slowly eroding a person's bodily functions, destroying their immune system, and subjecting every nerve to excruciating pain, leaving one unable to live or die, ultimately leading to a tragic death in endless agony.
A raging fire instantly ignited in Fang Xiaoxiao's heart, the flames of anger burning in her eyes. She gritted her teeth, secretly vowing to find the mastermind behind it all and get justice for this poor woman.
After a thorough and meticulous examination, Fang Xiaoxiao's bright and intelligent eyes narrowed slightly, and her brain, like a high-speed precision instrument, quickly devised a comprehensive and detailed rescue plan, drawing on her extensive medical knowledge and rich practical experience accumulated in her previous life.
Her expression was extremely focused, and she exuded a convincing professional aura.
With gentle yet swift movements, she retrieved her treasured set of silver needles from her exquisitely crafted bag, preparing to use the Three Ghost Needles to seal the little girl's mother's heart meridian and ensure its temporary safety.
Her slender fingers gently held the thin silver needle, her eyes as firm as the brightest star in the night sky, without the slightest hesitation or wavering.
It was as if she were holding not ordinary silver needles, but a magical scepter that could reverse life and death and control destiny.
Fang Xiaoxiao took a deep breath, calming herself completely, as if everything around her had disappeared, leaving only her and the patient in front of her who urgently needed treatment.
With a slight flick of her wrist, as fluid as flowing water, she precisely inserted the first needle into the crucial acupoint.
The moment the silver needles entered her body, the little girl's mother trembled slightly, but Fang Xiaoxiao's expression remained unchanged. Her gaze was focused and intense, and she immediately administered the second and third needles without hesitation.
Every stitch was perfect, with the pressure, angle, and depth all controlled flawlessly.
As the three needles were inserted in succession, miraculously, the little girl's mother's rapid, disordered, and nearly exhausted breathing began to gradually become steady and orderly. The expression on her face, which had been contorted with extreme pain, eased slightly, like ice being brushed away by a spring breeze, and she regained a glimmer of hope.
Pei Yan and the little girl watched all this nervously, their eyes fixed on the scene, even their breathing unconsciously becoming softer, as if afraid of disturbing Fang Xiaoxiao's exquisite medical skills, which were like an artistic performance.
At this moment, Fang Xiaoxiao's forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat, and the glistening sweat slid down her fair cheeks, but she didn't bother to wipe it away. All her thoughts were focused on thinking about the next step in finding an antidote.