Chapter 30: Heart-Wrenching Pain

  "You're worthless!" Old Master Yao raised his hand and slapped her hard, the crisp sound echoing heavily in her mind, shattering Yao Cun Hui's soft heart into pieces.

  Her heart suddenly turned cold, never had she felt such desolation and despair. This was her father!

  She let out a low cry, golden stars flashing before her eyes, her head involuntarily tilting to one side, pulling on the wound in her leg, a piercing pain like an electric current shooting through her entire body, the cold sweat pouring down, her chest tightening into a knot as she almost couldn't breathe.

  "Father!" Yao Cunhui's tears fell like rain, her chest heaving violently as she panted heavily. She struggled to lift her tear-filled eyes, pursing her lips tightly as she stared at Old Man Yao, her gaze mournful and sorrowful.

  She is also human, she will also get hurt, she yearns for care and love, she has seven emotions and six desires, she has joy, anger, sorrow and happiness, she is not made of iron! Why treat her like this?

  She was disappointed, in her misty tearful eyes, she couldn't see a hint of movement or pity from the man in front of her, his gaze remained as cold as ice, and her tears would never be able to melt the eternal ice.

  At this moment, it hurts to the heart!

  "Dad, what exactly did Hui'er do wrong!" She gritted her teeth and forced back the tears that were welling up in her eyes, swallowing hard to hold back her sobs.

  "You're satisfied now!" Mr. Yao's voice was heavy with sorrow and desolation: "I thought you were a careful person, I entrusted Zan to you, but what have you done! You actually pushed him down from such a high fake mountain, how could you bear to do it!"

  Old Master Yao's facial muscles twitched with anger as he glared at Yao Cunhui.

  Yao Cunhui was shocked and knew he had been wronged.

  "Dad," she raised her eyes, straining to open them wide, staring at him unwaveringly, with a calm and clear gaze: "Zan'er is my own brother, if necessary, I would rather use my own life to exchange for his safety, how could I harm him? Do you believe me, Dad? Unless... unless Zan'er himself says so!"

  Old Master Yao's eyebrows twitched slightly, gazing at his daughter's sorrowful and elegant expression and the faint red bloodstain on her lips. His heart suddenly skipped a beat, and his boundless anger and fury were instantly extinguished by half.

  Worrying is chaotic, originally it was just his momentary impulsive anger that disturbed his mind!

  Mr. Yao's eyes dimmed, and he sighed: "Zan said it himself? I also want to hear Zan say what happened! But now Zan is still unconscious, who can I ask?"

  Mr. Yao's heart was pained as if being cut by a knife, his face turned pale and desperate. This is his son, his only son!

  He had just recovered from his illness, and a smile had just returned to his face. When he saw him, he would run over and hug his legs, calling out "Dad! Dad!" He was so delighted in his heart, thinking about hiring a tutor to teach him how to read soon, but unexpectedly another thing happened!

  Looking at his small body lying softly on the couch, pale face, closed eyes, motionless, with bandages wrapped around his head and arms in circles, so white it's terrifying, making him look again and feel a sharp increase in heartache! How can he not hate, not be angry?

  "How could this be!" Yao Cunhui's face suddenly turned pale, her body lightly trembling, and the deep-seated fear and despair in her eyes tightly grasped her nerves, her mind a complete blank!

  "Zan'er won't be okay, definitely won't be okay!" Yao Cunhui bit her lip and choked back a sob, her heart suddenly aching, her throat sweet, and a mouthful of fresh blood spurted out, gradually staining the light green floral quilt with a blood flower. Threads of blood trickled down from the corner of her mouth, a mournful red hue.

  Mr. Yao finally showed emotion, let out a long sigh, turned around and walked out step by step, his swaying figure silently telling the endless desolation and disappointment.

  Tears gushed out, and Yao Cun Hui painfully closed her eyes.

  "My mistress, what's wrong!" The anxious and painful voice of Rong Ma echoed above her head. Yao Cunhui struggled to open her eyes, her nose sour, and she choked out a cry of "Rong Ma" as she tightly grasped her clothes and burst into tears.

  "Miss, miss!" Rong's mother gently patted her trembling back and comforted her: "Miss, don't cry, don't cry, I'm here, Rong's mother is here, don't cry!"

  Yao Cunhui's tears flowed even more fiercely, and she couldn't stop sobbing. Her mother's warm and thick palm gently stroked her back, and no one knew how much Yao Cunhui yearned for such warmth and comfort! At this moment, she felt alive and realized that she was not alone, someone cared about her, paid attention to her, gave her warmth and dependence!

  "Miss!" Mrs. Rong sighed, no longer persuading her, but gently patted her, giving her the warmth and affection she desired.

  Until she had vented enough, Mother Rong gently let go of her, tenderly supporting her to lean against the headboard, while instructing Hong Lian to bring in hot water to wash her face, and smiling warmly: "Just now Master told me that he has already sent someone to invite the doctor, soon the doctor will take a good look at Miss and prescribe some medicine, it won't be long before she's better, Miss shouldn't be sad!"

  Yao Cunhui was taken aback for a moment, and she didn't know what to feel in her heart. Her feelings towards this father were the most complicated.

  A basin of water was brought in by a maid, but Yao Cun Hui didn't have time to wash her face and hastily asked: "Where's Zan? How is he?"

  Rong's mother and Hong Lian exchanged a glance, both of them looked disheartened.

  "The young master has not woken up yet," Mother Rong sighed, and then comforted Yao Cunhui: "Don't worry, Miss, Dr. Liu has already treated the young master and said that it will be seen tomorrow morning. It must be that tomorrow morning, the young master will definitely wake up!"

  Yao Cun's heart suddenly felt a chill. In his past life, Yao Shi Zan had been like that too, falling asleep and never waking up again! Was history really going to repeat itself?

  "Who is taking care of Zan'er? Who is there?" Yao Cunhui's eyelid twitched as he hastily asked.

  Rong's mother jumped in fright and hastily said, "The lady had been keeping watch for a while and then left. It was the eldest young miss who is here now! The eldest young miss has already ordered someone to fetch bedding from the Yinfang courtyard and says she will stay in the Mingfeng pavilion to keep watch over the young master until he wakes up!"

  "That's good, that's good!" Yao Cunhui let out a long sigh of relief. With her elder sister, who had the heart of a pure and beautiful orchid, by her side, she believed that no one would dare to make any moves.

  Before long, the doctor came to diagnose and treat, prescribed a prescription, left external application of ointment and medicine powder, simply instructed a few words and then left.

  She certainly couldn't afford someone of Dr. Liu's caliber, so a regular doctor came instead.

  Yao Cunhui took the prescription and looked at it, pointing to several medicines that needed to be changed, adding a few more, and asked Rong's mother to personally fetch the medicine back from Changchun Hall.

  Mother-in-law did as she was told and went.

  Her leg wound started to heat up, burning her whole body a bit drowsy, just as she was about to lie down, Ma suddenly arrived.

  Yao Cunhui quickly gathered her spirits and struggled to get up with the help of Hong Die, putting on a smiling face as she called out "Mother!"

  "Rest well!" Madam Ma stepped forward, three steps at a time, and sat down on the spring stool placed in front of the bed by Hong Zhi. With kind eyebrows and gentle eyes, she asked: "Are you feeling better? Is it still painful?"

  Yao Cun Hui's pale face squeezed out a faint smile, and he gently shook his head: "I'm better now, thank you Mother."

  Mrs. Ma's eyes fell on her swollen left cheek, and the purple bruise at the corner of her mouth was particularly eye-catching. Mrs. Ma couldn't help but raise her hand and gently stroke it, saying softly: "Your father didn't know what he was doing, to have used such violence! Hui'er, he was too anxious, don't blame him, okay?"

  If it were Yāo Cún Huì from her past life, hearing such words and receiving such treatment, she would definitely be deeply moved, wouldn't she?

  Yao Cunhui suppressed the urge to push her hand away, smiled lightly and said in a low voice: "I know, Father is strict because he loves me deeply, how could I blame him?"

  Mrs. Ma's hand stiffened slightly, and she chuckled as she withdrew her hand: "If you can think that way, Mother will be at ease!" Mrs. Ma said, gesturing to Old Lady Qiao to come forward, taking from her a three-inch-high ceramic bottle with a blue pattern and a rounded mouth, holding it up towards Yao Cunhui with a smile: "This medicine has an excellent therapeutic effect on wound healing, it was taken from your father's study, later let Hongzhi and Honglian apply it for you."

  "Thank you, Father and Mother, how dare Xiao Hui accept this!" Yao Cun Hui gratefully accepted it, holding it in her hand like a treasure, with icy fingertips. The things sent by Madam Ma, unless she had lost her mind, would never be used! It was probably because of the medicine given by Madam Ma in her past life that Yao Cun Hui's leg was crippled and left with a long scar.

  "Mother is busy with something else, so I won't disturb your rest! If you want to eat anything, just order the kitchen to make it!" Madam Ma smiled and stood up.

  It reminded Yao Cunhui that later, she should let Rong's mother go to Mingfeng Hall and quietly inform Yao Cunjia to be on guard against Ma's family making any moves in terms of food and drink.

  "Hui'er knows, Mother can go ahead and busy herself! Forgive Hui'er for being unable to get up to see you off!"

  "It's just family, no need for formalities!" Madam Ma smiled and adjusted the plum blossom-shaped hairpin on her temple before leaving gracefully.

  After Ma left, Yao Cun Jia also sent Green Lotus over to take a look. Seeing that she was not seriously injured, he returned to report back. Yao Cun Hui's heart felt warm and yet bitter: her sisters were all living in hardship!

  Yao Cunhui fell into a deep sleep, but woke up to the scorching pain, her body drenched in sweat.

  She struggled to prop herself up, first asking someone to change her into clean clothes and replace the bedding, then forcing herself to gather the little clear consciousness left in her mind, instructing Tong Ma and Hong Lian and Hong Zhi to decoct medicine, pound medicine, and apply it for her.

  Suddenly, Yao Cunhui's body stiffened, and she couldn't help but wail in her heart: I don't know if that doctor was really incompetent or had received someone's instructions. There was clearly a dislocated bone in the lower part of her left leg, but he didn't even bother to reset it!

  This is not a fatal injury, but a disabling one. Without orthopedic treatment, the day her wound heals will be the day she officially becomes crippled! This is not what Yao Cun Hui wants! Absolutely not!

  "Ah..." Yao Cun Hui gritted her teeth and sucked in a breath of cold air, her face scrunched up in pain. The three of them, including Rong Ma, were at a loss for what to do.

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