After Transmigration, I Picked Up A Husband and Daughter-Chapter 88 - Things Wont Be That Simple
Chapter 88: Chapter 88 Things Won’t Be That Simple
Chapter 88: Chapter 88 Things Won’t Be That Simple
Su Yu arched her eyebrows and wore an innocent smile, “Who knows? Just when I was dressed in a white robe, my hair flying wildly in the night breeze, Lady Zhao suddenly burst through the door. Perhaps it was my abrupt appearance that terrified her into losing her footing and falling. Therefore, I guess her so-called ‘ghostly encounter’ mostly refers to my inadvertent appearance.”
She shrugged her shoulders nonchalantly as if narrating a trivial matter that was unrelated to her.
Upon hearing this, the corners of Jiang Ziling’s mouth almost uncontrollably curled upwards, nearly choking with laughter at this sudden humor.
However, a sudden pain shot through his injured leg, apparently the laughter pulling at the wound, forcing him to clench his teeth. His expression wavered between pain and humor, eliciting both sympathy and suppressed laughter from others.
“If one has done nothing wrong, why fear a ghost knocking at midnight?” Su Yu supplemented thoughtfully, “It seems Lady Zhao has committed many misdeeds in her daily life, which is why she mistook me for a ghost. Ultimately, this is a consequence of her own actions.”
Su Yu’s tone was even, her words imbued with philosophy.
Jiang Ziling slowly controlled his breathing, his inner turmoil gradually subsiding as he nodded in agreement, “That makes sense.”
Su Yu’s gaze fell on his inconvenient leg, her eyebrows slightly furrowed, “Your leg should be able to attempt walking after another seven days of recuperation. I need to promptly prepare a pair of crutches for you. Remember a few years ago when you were injured? Didn’t you use a crutch to assist you?”
Jiang Ziling reflected on that period, a hint of sadness flashing across his face, “I did, it was personally made by my father, but unfortunately, Lady Zhao later used it as firewood.”
His tone carried both regret and helplessness.
Upon hearing this, Su Yu felt a surge of anger, inwardly cursing Lady Zhao’s ruthlessness and callousness; everything she did seemed to only harm others without benefiting herself.
What was more infuriating was that Jiang Ziling’s father had turned a blind eye to all this, letting his own son suffer such treatment without even providing the most basic protection, which was utterly disheartening.
Seeing Su Yu’s indignant appearance, Jiang Ziling quickly consoled her, “Well, it’s also thanks to her taking away my crutch that I was forced to learn to walk without assistance, though my steps are still somewhat faltering.”
“That won’t do! Wait here, I’m going to find your father and make another pair, and let’s see who dares to meddle this time.”
Su Yu was resolute and immediately strode out the door.
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At that moment, Jiang Xunzhong was intent on repairing the damaged door at Fang Qin’s house while Fang Qin, holding a baby, sat by the table, her expression blank, seemingly not yet recovered from the earlier shock.
Su Yu walked straight up to Jiang Xunzhong and raised her voice, “I am treating Jiang Ziling’s leg injury, and currently he still can’t walk on his own. Since you can make crutches, make another pair for him. I want to see who dares to take and burn it this time!” Her words carried a hint of defiance, deliberately allowing her voice to drift around. Unluckily, at this moment, Lady Zhao was deep in slumber, oblivious to everything around her.
Ever since Fourth Miss had confirmed there was no evil spirit in her, she had let down her mental guard, peacefully asleep, mistaking her condition for a common cold that would heal with sweating, unnecessary to waste money at the town’s Medical Hall.
And at this very moment, Lady Zhao was deep in a dream, completely unaware of her surroundings.
“Treating… that leg?”
Jiang Xunzhong was stunned, his face filled with disbelief.
Su Yu nodded affirmatively, “Yes, what else could it be?”
Jiang Xunzhong suddenly shivered, hope sparking in his eyes, “Can Ziling’s leg really be healed?”
“Of course he can, precisely because we didn’t seek medical attention in time, that’s why the underlying health problem persisted. Now, although resetting the bones is necessary, the process will undoubtedly be excrucially painful, far beyond the original injury. As a father, how could you be so heartless as not to seek treatment for him?”
Su Yu’s words were laced with reproach, unintentionally revealing her dissatisfaction with Jiang Xunzhong’s approach.
Upon hearing this, Jiang Xunzhong felt as if struck by lightning. “What? I didn’t ask Director Liu for help?” He appeared extremely shocked, his voice full of confusion.
A shudder ran through Su Yu’s heart; this sudden denial caught her off guard. How could Jiang Ziling possibly lie? It made no sense.
She hesitated for a moment but nodded, “Isn’t that the case? Ziling told me himself that he lay in bed for months before he gradually recovered.”
After hearing this, Jiang Xunzhong, without a word, dropped the tool in his hand and rushed into the house, abruptly pulling Lady Zhao from her sleep. Clearly, an intense confrontation about the truth was about to unfold.
Lady Zhao felt as if her body was scorched by fierce flames, the heat permeating every inch of her skin. Her head felt heavy as if weighing thousands of pounds, her thoughts chaotic. She wanted to vent the anger in her chest but couldn’t muster even the basic strength, managing only to squeeze out weakly, “What’s going on, am I dying?”
Jiang Xunzhong’s voice echoed through the room, tinged with unmistakable anger, “Tell me the truth… Did you or did you not seek Director Liu’s help back then?!”
These words struck like thunder in Lady Zhao’s heart, jolting her awake as her consciousness sharply returned.
Her gaze flickered uncertainly, her voice tinged with both defensiveness and astonishment. “Why are you yelling? How could we not have sought help? If it weren’t for Director Liu, how could Ziling have survived till today?”
“Then his leg…”
Jiang Xunzhong’s words were abruptly cut off by Lady Zhao.
“Didn’t I tell you already, his injuries were too severe, even the famous Director couldn’t do anything.”
Anxiety was subtly mixed in Lady Zhao’s tone.
“If you really sought Director Liu’s help, how come Ziling doesn’t know anything about it?”
Jiang Xunzhong pursued relentlessly, his tone filled with confusion and suspicion.
Hearing this, anger surged in Lady Zhao: “My goodness, he was unconscious at the time, how would he know any of that? What does this mean—are you doubting me?” Her tone carried hints of accusation and grievance.
Jiang Xunzhong, choked by this abrupt questioning, stuttered for a long time before squeezing out, “I…”
Standing aside, Su Yu’s eyes were full of disdain.
She had thought that Jiang Xunzhong might be different, but after a few arguments, he was easily manipulated by Lady Zhao again.
As for Lady Zhao’s defense, Su Yu was not buying it. She sneered coldly, piercing through the lie directly, “So who is this so-called Director? Let’s hear it—who is this incompetent doctor who can’t even properly treat a simple fracture?”
Lady Zhao responded swiftly and confidently, “Director Liu from Xuanhu Medical Hall, haven’t you heard of him? His medical skills are famous far and wide, hardly for a young lady to doubt.”
Her answer was smooth and confident, superficially seamless, but the underlying truth was evidently not so simple.
A chilling smile curled the corners of Su Yu’s mouth.
