A Series of Vicious Acts

He accompanied Li Chunlan home.

Zhao Liping was worried and didn't dare to ask Li Chunlan, so she quietly called Chen Huan aside.

"How are you? Are you alright?"

"Why are the clothes torn?"

Chen Huan responded in a low voice, "It's okay, luckily we got there in time."

Zhao Liping patted her chest, "That's good. You haven't caused any more trouble, have you?"

"That Zhang Mazi and the Zhao family in our village are cut from the same cloth, they're ruthless. We'd better be careful these next few days."

Chen Huan snorted, "I'm not afraid of them being ruthless, I'm afraid they're not tough enough."

Seeing his unpleasant expression, Zhao Liping immediately changed the subject, "By the way, is there anything you need to do next?"

"Could you come out with me?"

  

"What are you going out for?" Chen Huan raised an eyebrow.

Zhao Liping said with a bitter face, "What else can I do? I'm a doctor, so I go out and treat people."

"Zhao Siming and his gang smashed up the small clinic, and now nobody dares to go there for treatment."

"Someone just sent me a message telling me to go get a shot."

"I'm too scared to go out alone. Can you stay with me? Please, I need to earn money to support myself."

Seeing Zhao Liping's pitiful appearance, Chen Huan agreed without hesitation.

No matter what, they ended up in this miserable state because they were trying to tip me off, so their small request should be granted.

Zhao Liping smiled.

When we moved here, we already anticipated that the clinic would face annihilation, so we brought all the medicines and medical equipment that we could carry.

He went back inside to get a first-aid kit, put on a white coat, and went outside.

Chen Huan went next door and called Miao Cuihua over; someone had to keep Li Chunlan company.

"Who's getting the injection?" Chen Huan asked casually as he lit a cigarette on his way to the doctor's appointment.

"Ma San from the far west end of the village just came over and said his mother has a stomachache, probably from eating something unclean," Zhao Liping replied softly.

"Ma San?" Chen Huan frowned.

He muttered, "That guy is notoriously unfilial. He gambles away all the money he has. His mother is sick, and he's unwilling to spend money on her injections?"

"I just feel like something's not right about this."

Zhao Liping laughed, "No matter how unfilial he is, she's still his mother. You're overthinking it."

Chen Huan stopped talking and just silently smoked his cigarette.

We arrived at the place quickly; it was a rather shabby, dilapidated little courtyard.

A young man with a sly, toad-like face was looking around at the door.

"Ma San, how's your mother?" Zhao Liping greeted him.

Ma San looked over at the sound, and upon seeing Chen Huan, immediately frowned. "Why did you bring people with you?"

Zhao Liping quickly explained, "He's just going the same way as me, it doesn't matter."

Ma San's eyes darted around, and he said coldly, "Then you can only go in alone. It's too inconvenient to go in with a man."

Zhao Liping looked at Chen Huan and said, "Okay, I'll have Chen Huan wait for me at the door. The injection will be quick."

Chen Huan did not go inside.

Although she felt that Ma San'er's expression was a bit strange, Zhao Liping was right. It was just going in to get an injection, what could possibly happen?

Just as he finished his cigarette, he suddenly heard Ma San yelling in a shrill voice from inside the house, "Zhao Liping, you've got to pay for my life!"

"You murderer, you quack doctor!"

Chen Huan was stunned. "What kind of show is this? How did it end up killing someone?"

The sound of ping-pong balls coming from inside the room was followed by Zhao Liping crying, "This shouldn't be! It's just ordinary anti-inflammatory medicine, how could it kill someone?"

"Don't pull me... let me take another good look."

Chen Huan quickly ran into the house.

Just then, they saw Ma San grabbing Zhao Liping's white coat sleeve, angrily cursing, "She's already dead, what are you still trying to argue about?"

On the dimly lit kang (a heated brick bed), lay an old woman with a full head of silver hair.

At this moment, his face was ashen, his eyes were closed, and his body was motionless; he truly looked like he was already dead.

But Chen Huan immediately realized, "The person isn't dead; there's still hope!"

After saying that, he moved closer and reached out to touch her chest.

What are you doing?

"What business is it of yours?"

"My mother's already dead, do you still want to mess around?!" Ma San rushed over and blocked him with all his might.

Then he shouted even louder, as if he had squeezed all his strength into his throat.

"What's all the noise about?"

"Your mother is still breathing, but if we don't intervene and treat her quickly, she'll really be gone. Get out of the way." Chen Huan frowned and tried to push the person away.

Regardless of what shady dealings might be involved, the fact remains that lives are at stake, and saving lives must be the priority.

At that critical moment, several people suddenly rushed in from outside.

The one leading the group was none other than Zhao Dashan.

Following behind were several of Old Zhao's trusted confidants.

Before they even entered the house, Zhao Dashan shouted, "What happened? Who killed someone?"

"A life for a life—that's a serious crime!"

Ma San jumped up and shouted, "Zhao Liping killed my mother! Who will stand up for me?"

"I'll stand up for you, my dad'll be here in a minute!" Zhao Dashan said as if reciting lines, as he lifted the curtain and rushed into the room.

This guy originally had an excited expression on his face.

When he came in and saw Chen Huan standing there, he was immediately startled. "Holy crap, what's he doing here?"

Chen Huan quickly realized what was going on.

It's obvious that Zhao Dashan and his group have conspired with Ma San'er; otherwise, how could they have arrived so conveniently as soon as he made a sound?

Judging from his reaction upon seeing me, this trap probably wasn't aimed at me.

Looking at Zhao Liping, who was already pale with fright, Chen Huan knew that she was the target.

In the blink of an eye, Zhao Siming walked in with his hands behind his back, looking very dignified.

He was also taken aback when he saw Chen Huan.

The atmosphere in the room suddenly became strange.

"Village chief, you have to stand up for me!"

"Zhao Liping gave my mother an injection, and as a result, she died."

"It was just a stomachache at first, who knows if he did it on purpose? What do we do now?" Seeing the village chief arrive, Ma San immediately stopped taking Chen Huan seriously and started acting again, putting on a convincing performance.

"Is that so?"

"Zhao Liping, what's wrong with you? How did treating a stomachache end up killing someone?"

"He could be executed, and it would implicate the entire village, young and old," Zhao Siming reprimanded sternly, questioning him.

Zhao Liping was so frightened she was speechless.

Chen Huan clapped his hands from the side.

What are you doing?

"With such a big incident, how can you still have the mind to cause trouble here?" Zhao Siming was furious the moment he saw Chen Huan.

Chen Huan laughed and said, "What would I do?"

"Of course, we applaud your acting skills. Even Oscar-winning actors wouldn't dare to act like you."

"You went to great lengths to set up this scheme, just to get revenge on Zhao Liping, didn't you?"

"Ma San, you'd even betray your own mother to cooperate with Zhao Siming?"

"Aren't you afraid that if she really dies and becomes a ghost, she won't come looking for you in the middle of the night?"