Quick Transmigration: The Cannon Fodder's Comeback in the Era Tales

Chapter 83: Chapter 83: The Pitiful Child Killed by Her Uncle 39

Next day, Yuan Chun sat in the clinic for a while. Seeing no villagers coming for treatment, she carried a basket, ready to go up the mountain to gather herbs.

As soon as she stepped out of the clinic, she saw seven Zhiqing standing at the entrance of the team department, with several bags of grain piled at their feet.

”Hello, comrade.”

Yuan Chun was about to ignore them and walk past when a short, chubby Zhiqing called out to her.

Yuan Chun stopped and looked at him, ”Hello, do you have something?”

The short, chubby Zhiqing smiled awkwardly and said sheepishly, ”Comrade, my name is Ai Min. I wanted to ask you, does your family have a cart, and could we borrow it? We’ll return it after use.”

”Sorry, Ai Qingqing, my family doesn’t have a cart,” Yuan Chun said blandly. Her family’s cart was borrowed by Er Da two days ago and hasn’t been returned yet.

”Go into the third alley from here, the fifth house is the carpenter’s house from our village. You can rent one from him, fifty cents per time.”

Zhao Wenfang pouted, unhappy, ”Why does borrowing a cart in the village cost money?”

”You don’t have to rent one, no one is forcing you, but as for the grain on the ground, you’ll have to rely on yourself to carry it back,” Yuan Chun retorted unceremoniously.

A pampered young lady, however spoiled she was at home, nobody would say anything.

But in the countryside, if you can’t see the situation clearly and keep holding an attitude of looking down on rural folks, acting like a city lady, who would pamper you?

”We’ll rent it, Mr. Liu, thank you for telling us. I need to go to the carpenter to make a box and wardrobe.” Ai Min chimed in with a smile, then gave Zhao Wenfang a glare and said, ”Zhao Zhiqing, if you don’t rent a cart, then carry it yourself; don’t think we’ll help you. We can’t handle this much grain.”

Zhao Wenfang’s face turned livid with anger, ”We don’t need your help, it’s just a bag of grain, Brother Chen will help me.”

Lan Chen’s face suddenly turned as dark as ink, ”I can’t carry it either.”

Zhao Wenfang cried out in anger, stamped her feet, and bolted away.

Ran away.

Leaving the grain behind.

The six Zhiqing looked at the distant back with a speechless and helpless expression.

Yuan Chun blinked.

In the distance...

With a thud.

Zhao Wenfang fell flat on her face, hitting her mouth on a rock, losing two front teeth, blood pouring profusely.

The six Zhiqing: ”...” shocked, dumbfounded.

Then, hearing Zhao Wenfang’s cries, they belatedly ran over, ”Zhao Zhiqing, how are you? Oh dear, there are teeth on the ground, Zhao Zhiqing, you knocked out your front teeth.”

”What to do, there’s so much blood.”

”Quick, Lan Zhiqing, go find the team leader.”

”The team leader just went to the field from there, try looking over there.”

”Better take Zhao Zhiqing to the clinic first.”

”Yes, yes, the clinic seems to be right next to the team department, Wang Zhiqing, go see if there is a doctor there.”

The six Zhiqing all talked non-stop, but only Lan Chen acted, supporting the weeping Zhao Wenfang, and later the female Zhiqing Wang Juan lent a hand, helping Zhao Wenfang to the clinic.

Yuan Chun had already put down her basket and sat back inside the clinic.

The Zhiqing entered the clinic, looked up, and were all taken aback upon seeing her.

Lan Chen asked, ”Are you the doctor of this clinic?”

”I am the doctor of the Xiaxi Team clinic. My surname is Liu, you can call me Doctor Liu.” Yuan Chun smiled faintly, pointing to the chair in front of the consulting desk, ”You can help Zhao Zhiqing sit down and I’ll take a look.”

Zhao Wenfang suddenly cried out, ”I don’t want you to look at me, I want to go to the county hospital, Brother Chen, will you take me to the county hospital?”