The Evil Mother-in-law: Torment Children, Work Hard, Be Rich!-Chapter 311: The Wound Is Infected

No matter if they are brothers or cousins, they are indeed in cahoots.

"Did you encounter enemies hunting you down?" Tong Huaqiong asked.

The child nodded.

"Where is your family from?" Tong Huaqiong asked again.

This time, the child stayed silent and asked instead, "Will my uncle die?"

Tong Huaqiong glanced at him and said, "If he can make it through tonight, he won’t die."

The child’s expression visibly relaxed.

Tong Huaqiong said, "I saved your uncle and I saved you. If I wanted to harm you, I wouldn’t have saved you, and besides, I am bringing you home to heal. Now, tell me your name?"

The child rolled his big eyes and said, "My name is Xiao Long."

Xiao Long.

The name was quite ordinary.

Man Er, who was beside them, said, "Xiao Long, you’re going home with us now."

She then pulled Xiao Long along to introduce him to Tong Huaqiong and others.

Xiao Long rubbed his eyes, raised his face to Tong Huaqiong, and said, "Grandma, I’m sleepy."

Well, she just gained a grandson out of nowhere.

But she didn’t know if this grandson was a thunderbolt or a lucky star.

Xiao Long, having been on edge the entire day, relaxed and, with his stomach full of snacks, found it hard to stay awake.

Tong Huaqiong pinched his cute cheeks and embraced him.

Very quickly, Xiao Long fell deeply asleep as Tong Huaqiong patted him rhythmically.

Two hours later, the carriage finally arrived at Qinghe Bay.

"Mom, you’re back, was the journey smooth?"

Jingzhe and Dashi learned that Tong Huaqiong would return that day. They stood at the intersection, constantly looking out.

They waited from dusk until nightfall when she finally arrived.

"It was alright, quite smooth," Tong Huaqiong said, lifting the carriage curtain.

"Who is this?"

Jingzhe brought a kerosene lamp closer, noticing Tong Huaqiong holding a child in her arms.

At first, he thought it was Yaozu, but when Yaozu popped his head out to call his uncle, Jingzhe realized that the child in Tong Huaqiong’s arms belonged to someone else.

"We’ll talk at home," Tong Huaqiong handed Xiao Long to Jingzhe.

Xiao Long was keenly alert, rolling from Tong Huaqiong’s arms into Jingzhe’s arms. Suddenly, he opened his eyes, saw an unfamiliar face, and opened his mouth to howl, scaring Jingzhe, who quickly tossed him back to Tong Huaqiong.

Tong Huaqiong: "..."

"There is one more person in the carriage, you and your brother take him home, he’s injured, be careful,"- Tong Huaqiong instructed Jingzhe.

Jingzhe and Gu Dahuan went over to carry the person, only to find Taohua had already helped him off the carriage.

"Big brother, third brother, no need for you to help, you go and carry other things,"

Taohua carried him toward the house, while Tong Huaqiong hugged Xiao Long as they entered the home.

Tong Huaqiong had Jingzhe help Xiao Long wash and change his clothes, then placed him on Yaozu’s bed.

Once he was put down, Xiao Long sprang up and muttered sleepily, "The bed is too hard."

Tong Huaqiong couldn’t help but scold, "Are you the Princess and the Pea?"

After having weathered such conditions as hiding in caves, he was still so picky.

The bed had two layers of mats, how could it be hard?

Tong Huaqiong forcibly pushed him back into the bedding; Xiao Long tossed and turned, refusing to sleep.

Tong Huaqiong, losing her patience, threatened, "This is the only condition at home. If you don’t want to sleep here, do you think I won’t throw you back into the cave?"

Xiao Long opened his eyes and said to Tong Huaqiong, "Uncle, I want to sleep with my uncle."

Tong Huaqiong picked him up and said, "Alright then, you can sleep with your uncle."

Xiao Long quickly snuggled into Tong Huaqiong’s arms.

Tong Huaqiong, carrying Xiao Long, entered the hall, seeing Taohua sitting on a chair eating an apple.

Tong Huaqiong asked, "Where is Xiao Long’s uncle?"

Taohua munching her apple loudly, said, "I threw him into the woodshed."

Tong Huaqiong said, "The woodshed is drafty; how could you leave him there?"

Especially with the countryside autumn, frost already fell at night, and the wind was biting cold, making thick blankets necessary for sleep.

Although Xiao Long’s uncle wasn’t mortally wounded, in such primitive medical conditions, germs and cold wind could easily lead to infected wounds.

Tong Huaqiong didn’t want him to die in her yard.

Since she had decided to save him, she would do it thoroughly.

Taohua, justified, said, "Letting him stay in the woodshed is already pretty good."

Taohua still bore a grudge against him for his swindling of her silver.

Tong Huaqiong said to the intervening Jingzhe, "Let that injured young man stay in your room."

Jingzhe replied, "Sure, he can’t stay in the woodshed."

Tong Huaqiong carried Xiao Long, while Taohua held the lamp; Jingzhe and Dahuan together moved Xiao Long’s uncle onto Jingzhe’s bed.

Xiao Long wriggled free from Tong Huaqiong’s arms, lying down next to his uncle.

"Mom, the young man has lost so much blood, should we call a doctor?" Dahuan asked.

Tong Huaqiong said, "No need."

She thought those modern medical supplies in her space were more effective than a village doctor.

A village doctor would still need to bandage and disinfect.

Tong Huaqiong gazed at Xiao Long’s uncle on the bed. Aside from the few indistinct moans he let out when Taohua pulled the arrowhead on the carriage, he had been sleeping soundly since then. Tong Huaqiong didn’t know if he had fainted or was too weak to open his eyes.

The only relief was that the bandages on his forehead and legs no longer oozed blood, indicating the wounds had stopped bleeding.

She hoped he wouldn’t develop a fever tonight.

...

Su Chengmin felt a chill throughout his body.

He felt as if he were submerged in icy snow.

He knew he was injured and had lost a lot of blood.

He didn’t know if he was in enemy hands or somewhere else.

Where was Xiao Long?

Su Chengmin wanted to call out to Xiao Long, but he couldn’t make a sound.

He tried to struggle to get up, yet his limbs felt bound.

Suddenly, a hand reached his forehead, saying, "How is it so hot."

It was the voice of an unfamiliar young person.

"Mom, is he facing the inflammation you mentioned earlier? Will he die?"

This girl’s voice was familiar; he seemed to have heard it not long ago.

Was his wound infected?

Was he going to die?

In the military, soldiers with infected wounds often developed high fevers before succumbing.

Was he about to follow the same fate?

Tong Huaqiong looked at the young man before her.

She was awakened by Jingzhe during the night, who said the young man was shivering; she knew his wound had become infected.

Tong Huaqiong brought disinfectant tools and medicines to Jingzhe’s room, feeling his forehead, burning hot as expected.

Tong Huaqiong said, "I don’t know if he’ll die. Let’s just treat a dead horse like it’s alive."

After saying this, she sterilized her hands and unwrapped the bandage on Su Chengmin’s forehead. Jingzhe and Taohua followed Tong Huaqiong, disinfecting their hands and unbandaging his leg.

"The wound on his forehead is fine." Tong Huaqiong said.

"The calf wound is oozing pus." Jingzhe said.

Tong Huaqiong took alcohol over and told Jingzhe, "Squeeze out the pus."

Taohua said, "Brother’s hands are meant for writing, might not have the strength to squeeze it clean, let me."

As she spoke, she began pressing hard to expel the pus.

Amidst his daze, Su Chengmin nearly lost consciousness, but this action brought his awareness back, the pain nearly sent him to the Underworld.

Although it was to save his life, Su Chengmin gritted his teeth, secretly vowing to seek revenge on this girl when he became alert again.

Is this wound healing or murder?