Pampered by the Toughest Man After Divorce
Chapter 1202 - 1204: Xiao’ai, Dabao, Xiaobei

Chapter 1202: Chapter 1204: Xiao’ai, Dabao, Xiaobei

Tian Xiaobei quietly asked Xia Dabao, "How do we get in? The village chief’s wall seems to be the highest in the village. Should we go find a ladder now, or else Uncle Ye..."

Before he could finish saying "can’t get in," Xia Dabao burst into laughter, "What’s this little wall to us? Watch my dad."

Tian Xiaobei watched Uncle Ye. After there was no more noise from the yard, he saw Uncle Ye lightly leap to the top of the wall. This scene left Tian Xiaobei dumbfounded. Could Uncle Ye... a boatman who steers boats, also be skilled in the martial arts of Jianghu, perhaps a reclusive master who had come to hide here?

After Uncle Ye got to the top of the wall, he observed for a while before making a clandestine gesture to Xia Dabao. Xia Dabao then pulled Tian Xiaobei towards the door. Soon the door opened, and the two of them snuck in quietly.

Since Uncle Ye had been to the village chief’s house before, he knew where the chief’s room was. As they approached the room, Xia Dabao suddenly froze, then grabbed Uncle Ye in fright.

Outside that room, there was a very large coffin!

Now, under the cold moonlight, the coffin appeared very macabre.

"Don’t be afraid, Abao," Uncle Ye embraced Xia Dabao, and only then did Xia Dabao steady her emotions. She was also furious to death. They didn’t know the condition of the village chief yet, but his family was already preparing the coffin—it was utterly insensitive.

Tian Xiaobei also glanced at the coffin a few times, but having grown up in the Medical Hall, he was quite composed.

Uncle Ye opened the village chief’s room. Although they had cloth covering their faces, they could still smell a very disgusting odor, a mix of blood and urine.

inside was pitch-dark, Uncle Ye closed the door and then lit a candle.

Xia Dabao couldn’t help asking, "Dad, you’re lighting a candle? What if we get discovered?"

"Don’t worry, they won’t come in," Uncle Ye seemed to understand the family’s situation very well.

At that point, the village chief also became aware that someone had come. He wanted to shout, but as soon as he opened his mouth, he broke into a fierce cough.

Once the candle was lit, Xia Dabao could see the situation inside clearly: the village chief was lying on the bed, with a poop-pail beside it for his urination and defecation, and near the window was a bowl with half a bowl of white porridge inside, probably leftovers from the chief. Given the circumstances, it seemed they were just waiting for the chief to die.

It appeared nobody had visited the village chief for several days. He was struggling to get up the whole time, and Uncle Ye quickly went to assist him. The village chief’s eyes were initially filled with terror, but when he recognized Uncle Ye, they gradually calmed down. After calming down, however, he inexplicably started to cry again.

After crying for a while, he resumed coughing. Uncle Ye whispered some words of comfort, "Chief, don’t worry. This is Xiaobei, Auntie Zhao’s nephew from outside the village. He has studied medicine. I asked him to come over and check on you. Don’t worry; your illness can be cured."

The village chief wanted to say something but again couldn’t speak; he just clung to Uncle Ye’s hand tightly. Uncle Ye then instructed Tian Xiaobei to go and examine the illness. Tian Xiaobei hurried over to take the chief’s pulse and observed his condition.

At this moment, light footsteps could be heard from outside. Xia Dabao heard it and quickly looked at Uncle Ye, who of course had already heard it. He just told Xia Dabao to keep quiet.

The footsteps stopped outside, followed by the voice of the village chief’s son, Wu Da, "Dad, did you light the candle?"

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