Transmigration: The Evil Mother-In-Law Is Actually Innocent!
Chapter 206: Petty_1

Chapter 206: Chapter 206: Petty_1

Wang Rong returned quickly, pulling aside the pretentious Wang Xin and personally covered Wang Ru with a quilt. Ignoring the tearing Wang Xin, he looked at his unconscious little sister with complicated feelings, wishing that it would be his real little sister who would awaken.

Zhulan gestured for Lady Li to brew some tea, after all, Yao Zheyu was a young master of the Hou Residence and had also lent a hand to the male protagonist. There would surely be a gift of thanks, and she hoped the protagonist would keep it grounded—she liked things to be down-to-earth!

The tea was ready, and Lady Li was one to hold grudges. Wang Xin, this mere maidservant, dared to scheme against the Zhou family and even tried to calculate against her mother-in-law, wanting to trample over the older lady to highlight her own kindness. Pah, to think she deserved tea—she didn’t even deserve water.

Lady Li poured a bowl of tea and handed it to her mother-in-law, "Mother, drink some tea."

Zhulan signaled to Lady Li, "You sit down too, the doctor will take a while to arrive!"

Lady Li obediently sat down and gleefully tilted her chin towards the head of the household, as if to say, see how much mother dotes on me.

Zhou Eldest Brother, "....."

In such a serious situation, only the foolish daughter-in-law didn’t take it to heart.

Zhou Second Brother twirled his fingers, his deep gaze fixed upon Wang Xin—a mere maidservant dared to slander their mother. Hmph, Wang the Fourth, their own father, was indeed derelict in his duties, completely unaware of his daughter’s lofty aspirations, how inappropriate.

Soon, the Clan Leader and his wife, along with Lizheng, arrived. The young master of the Hou Residence getting into an accident was a serious matter, especially since it happened in Zhou Village. The Clan Leader rushed in, relieved to see that Wang Ru, though pale, was still breathing, but his heart grew more irate towards the troublemaker.

The Clan Leader, along with his eldest son, paid their respects, "We are late. We hurried back the moment we heard the news while we were up the mountain, and you must have been frightened."

Zhulan internally remarked that the fright was real enough—what the protagonist was waiting for was exactly an accidental encounter initiated by Wang Ru, only she didn’t expect it to be this foolish.

Yao Zheyu stood up, "I didn’t expect the young lady to suddenly rush out; today’s incident is indeed my responsibility. I will cover the medical and medication expenses."

The Clan Leader had already heard the details from his grandson, and he couldn’t really blame Mr. Hou—it was clear that Wang Ru did it deliberately, resorting to such a low tactic at her young age with such big schemes in her heart, cursing silently, he responded with a dry laugh, "I’ve understood the whole situation, it’s all the fault of the Wang girl, and it’s a lucky thing she didn’t blame you."

Having spent a week in Zhou Village, Yao Zheyu had gained enough understanding—the village couldn’t wait to get rid of Wang Ru, and now they probably regretted not driving her away earlier, evident from their almost grinding teeth tone.

Zhulan gestured for the eldest to pour tea for the Clan Leader, who indeed was thirsty. After the rain, the mountain produced many mushrooms. The men were out chopping firewood and the women picking mushrooms, nearly the whole village had gone up the mountain. Who could have expected this accident? Rushing back and barely changing clothes, he hadn’t even taken a sip of water. Fortunately, Madame Zhou Yang was capable of maintaining composure, preventing any awkwardness that might displease Mr. Hou. He really feared offending Mr. Hou and causing trouble for Zhou Village, which had no one to rely on. After a sip of tea, he felt more at ease.

Wang Rong’s wife arrived, with Lady Li quickly and attentively making room for her.

Madame Wang Rong took a seat, and Zhulan noticed her legs trembling— surely from exhaustion. Seeing the glare Madame Wang Rong shot Wang Ru, Zhulan knew she had come to thoroughly despise Wang Ru.

Now, Wang Xin didn’t dare to make a sound. She was very afraid of Madame Wang Rong and tried her best to minimize her presence.

Zhang Sanni was livid. She originally thought that after meeting the idiot, she wouldn’t have to sell herself and would even receive a monthly allowance. She had planned on how to earn more money so her parents wouldn’t sell her, but now she was coerced into signing a death pledge. Wang Ru said she would let her go, but the pledge was in Young Master Shi’s hands. Empty words were useless; she resigned herself to following Young Master Shi’s order. She had the sense not to harbor any delusions about Young Master Shi and only wanted to fulfill her obligation and marry someone else.

She hadn’t expected to fail in her vigilance, and now Wang Ru, having set her sights on lofty aspirations akin to seeking death, had signed a contract that bound her to death. She couldn’t bear to think of how young master Shi would punish her, and although she hated Wang Ru to death, she dared not curse for Wang Ru’s actual death—if that happened, she too would have no life to speak of.

The main hall fell into an inexplicable calmness. The Clan Leader, lacking the spirit for pleasantries, realized the gap between them was too great. It was better, and less irritating, to others to simply wait quietly for the doctor’s confirmation.

However, outside the courtyard, there was a bustling commotion, as if everyone who could come from the village to add to the excitement had arrived. If not for the Guards keeping order, they would have all crowded into the main gate to gawk.

Madam Zhao, hearing the noise outside, felt her heart race, grateful that she had quickly ushered her daughter back to their room without letting others glimpse her daughter’s appearance.

Xue Han, while sewing a pouch, said, "Second sister-in-law, you’ve stitched that embroidery wrong."

Madam Zhao looked and indeed found several mistakes, sighed and set down her needlework, "I’m too anxious. I’ll fix it after everyone leaves!"

Xue Han felt very calm, saying, "Second sister-in-law, mother is outside, she can handle it—don’t worry about it anymore."

Mother-in-law’s inexplicable sense of security lessened Madam Zhao’s anxiety considerably. She had always believed that her mother-in-law was no less capable than her own father. Looking at her unaffected younger sister-in-law, Madam Zhao couldn’t help but feel impressed. The heyday hand-taught difference was clear—her sister-in-law was becoming more composed in handling situations. Seeing her daughter lower her head and blush, her heart ached. She hoped her husband’s family would be increasingly prosperous; otherwise, she might consider raising a boy raised by his maternal grandparents for her daughter, as her mother-in-law had done.

The doctor arrived, Dr. Lv—a familiar face to Zhulan. Zhulan had been taking his medical treatments for over half a year, and she and Zhou Shuren had spent substantial amounts of money on medicinal preparations, effectively becoming VIP customers. Eventually, Dr. Lv warmed up to them and even chatted occasionally, probably because the spending had reached a certain threshold. He had even taught them some physical conditioning techniques for free, proving that when the money was right, the service came along.

Dr. Lv was a worldly man; seeing Mr. Hou as he entered, he didn’t panic at all and went straight to examine Wang Ru. After checking her pulse and wounds, stroking his beard, he said, "The wound has been well treated. I’ll treat it once more and bandage it up. Afterwards, avoid contact with water and change the dressing regularly. However, the wound is rather large. My clinic is too small and lacks good scar treatment plasters. If you want it to heal without scarring, you will need to find some high-quality plasters."

Zhulan, "....."

Knowing Dr. Lv as she did, Zhulan figured that Wang Ru’s scar wouldn’t heal, no matter how good the scar removal medication was. Dr. Lv was avoiding trouble by saying this; from a half year’s understanding, she knew Dr. Lv was capable and cunning for sure!

Dr. Lv paused before continuing, "The patient has lost a lot of blood; nourishment will do her good. However, she has a severe case of liver fire, with repressed emotions blocking her heart. It would be best for her to remain calm and even-tempered in the future. I’ll write a prescription to relieve the liver fire and regulate her emotions."

Zhulan looked up at the ceiling beams, fighting back a laugh. Why was Wang Ru’s liver fire so intense? She brought it on herself by insisting on living next to them, and now Dr. Lv was addressing it openly. It was fortunate that Wang Ru was unconscious—otherwise, the revelation would have likely knocked her out again.

Watching Dr. Lv clean the wound with a less than gentle touch, Zhulan was sure Wang Ru must have offended the old man—Dr. Lv had a long memory for grievances. There wasn’t even a hint of the compassion one expected from a healer: he was miserly and chilly, but an act, because he was genuinely talented, as evidenced by the medicinal recipes he provided, which were incredibly effective.

Yao Zheyu wore a wooden expression as he watched the unconscious Wang Ru, twitching with pain. How foolish this person must be to offend everyone. He regretted, once again, why he hadn’t simply gotten rid of her in the first place!

Dr. Lv finished treating the wound and efficiently wrote out a prescription, thinking to himself that this visit was an easy way to earn some good money—his medical skills were truly remarkable!

Zhulan had been taking traditional Chinese medicine for half a year and was acquainted with the prices. Examining the medicine Dr. Lv had brought, hmm, they were all expensive ones—this old man was fleecing a wealthy household.

Having written the prescription, Dr. Lv inquired, "The consultation fee plus the cost of the medicine comes to a total of twenty taels. Who will pay the Silver Coin?"