Chapter 68: Chapter 68: The Biggest Hurdle Has Been Crossed Chapter 68: Chapter 68: The Biggest Hurdle Has Been Crossed Niu Guiying from this day on swore to be at odds with Chiang Xiao.
Of course, Chiang Xiao was not afraid of her.
The biggest hurdle had passed, and now she only felt light enough inside to want to sing.
That day, Niu Guiying was helped back by Ding Erni and Ding Sanni, wailing in pain all the way, as if she were about to die.
Ding Dani, who had made a fool of herself yesterday, held back from joining in the excitement today; seeing her mother , she had no choice but to run to the village clinic to find Doctor Huang.
Fortunately, their village clinic had such a female doctor; otherwise, Niu Guiying would have had difficulty getting her injuries examined, as the worst beating was on her stomach by Chiang Xiao.
Niu Guiying was convinced her stomach must be covered in a large purple bruise, possibly even with internal injury, because the pain was unbearable.
However, when Doctor Huang lifted her clothes to examine, there was nothing wrong.
There was some bruising on the face and near the eyes, but what sort of injuries were these?
So, in the end, Doctor Huang rather resentfully collected a diagnosis and treatment fee of one yuan and fifty cents from Niu Guiying, handed her a bottle of Potion, and left.
Yet even that one yuan and fifty cents made Niu Guiying’s heart ache as if she’d lost a treasure, and she couldn’t help but grumble when Doctor Huang left, which annoyed the doctor.
Upon returning to the clinic, Doctor Huang told Aunt Juan, who lived nearby and had come over to inquire, about it.
“There was nothing, the stomach was pale as snow, except for a large black mole!”
This phrase was quickly spread by Aunt Juan, and the women who usually opposed Niu Guiying privately turned it into a joke.
The three generations of the Chiang Family also heard about it.
As it concerned Niu Guiying’s belly, Chiang Songhai did not discuss the matter, but Ge Liutao breathed a sigh of relief.
“Fortunately, there was no injury.” She also found it strange; at that time, Chiang Xiao had been extremely fierce, and when she went to pull Chiang Xiao away, she even saw that her fists were somewhat red.
Chiang Xiao held back a smile.
She felt as though she had pushed open a great door and found a way to live more recklessly.
In her previous life, she had always been the frail Daiyu, often excused from gym class, spoke gently and softly, the result being a terrifyingly weak constitution—confronted by slightly fiercer opposition, she had no choice but to back away three thousand miles.
Now she had tasted the advantages of reckless disregard.
Not to mention others, but with someone like Niu Guiying, if you really try to reason with her properly, that would surely be an indication of your foolishness.
Some people are simply unreasonable.
Previously, Chiang Xiao really hadn’t taken the acupoint massage technique taught by Old Master Cao to heart, but after today’s thrashing of Niu Guiying and hearing Doctor Huang’s diagnosis, she suddenly realized she needed to seriously practice this technique.
Furthermore, she needed to start strength training.
She was bound to encounter those people again in the future, and being so weak, even with a strong will, without the ability to protect herself, it’s insufficient to stand against such scum.
Fortunately, there was still time.
“Little, come with me a moment.” After dinner, Ge Liutao went to boil water, and Chiang Songhai gestured for Chiang Xiao to follow him to the west room.
The room Chiang Xiao was staying in was originally Chiang Qingzhu’s, while Chiang Songhai and his wife were living in the southern room; the west room was closer to the yard gate and was a storage room.
But Chiang Songhai and Ge Liutao were diligent with housework, so even the storage room was kept very clean and everything neatly organized.
In addition to sundries, there was a single bamboo bed, with a small table next to it, and beside the table was a small wooden stool.
Two bags rested on the table.
Chiang Songhai sat down on the bamboo bed, and Chiang Xiao also moved the small wooden stool to sit opposite him, instinctively opening the bags.
Inside one was a bag of tobacco and a small stack of rolling papers.
At this time, most people in the village could not afford to buy whole packs of cigarettes, but they could buy loose tobacco and rolling papers, then roll their own to smoke.