Chapter 57 Which treacherous commoner wants to harm me?! (1/2)

Shen Yishan was immersed in her own world and received no response for a long time.

She turned her head sharply, only to be met with the calm, almost indifferent faces of Ruan Tang and Lin Xiangnan.

That newly formed sweet fantasy was extinguished instantly, as if a bucket of ice water had been poured over its head.

A sudden surge of inexplicable anger welled up inside me.

Shen Yishan said nothing and turned to leave.

His footsteps were hurried and heavy, leaving the two far behind, as if he were venting his silent anger.

Lin Xiangnan couldn't stand her arrogant attitude, as if the whole world owed her something. She let out a very soft sneer as she looked at the angry back.

The sound wasn't loud.

But it was like a poisoned steel needle, precisely piercing Shen Yishan's sensitive and fragile nerve.

Shen Yishan's steps came to an abrupt halt.

She whirled around, her eyes burning red, glaring at Lin Xiangnan: "What are you laughing at?!"

I laugh at your stupidity.

Lin Xiangnan's voice was cold and hard, like two stones rubbing against each other, without any warmth.

Shen Yishan's face turned deathly pale in an instant, and tears welled up in her eyes.

"You...you're swearing!"

"Scolding you is too lenient a punishment."

Lin Xiangnan stepped forward, her eyes filled with undisguised frustration, and she even raised her fist.

"Don't mention that guy in front of me again. If you do, my fists won't be able to see you."

Shen Yishan flinched at her fierce appearance, tears streaming down her face uncontrollably.

"I've lived for eighteen years, and this is the first time I've ever heard of applying safflower oil to a broken wound."

Lin Xiangnan stared at her, each word like a heavy hammer blow to his heart.

"Is your brain just for show?"

These words choked Shen Yishan up, leaving all her grievances and cries stuck in her throat.

Safflower oil... should not be applied to broken skin?

Her mind went blank, and subconsciously, she looked at Ruan Tang, who remained silent to the side, with a questioning gaze.

Ruan Tang thought for a moment and nodded very seriously.

"Yes, that's what it says on the hospital's bulletin board."

Her voice was soft, sweet, and gentle, as if she were stating a very simple scientific fact.

"Safflower oil promotes blood circulation and removes blood stasis. If used on broken wounds, it will aggravate the irritation and make them very easy to become infected and suppurate."

Ruan Tang's words struck Shen Yishan's heart like a blow to the head.

She remembers it very clearly.

The wound that she once cherished had indeed become infected, swollen like a bun, and the pain kept her awake all night.

In the end, he was taken to the hospital by his family to prevent the flesh from rotting.

The faint scar on my knee, which still stands today, seemed to burn intensely at this moment.

turn out to be……

That sweet memory, which she had repeatedly savored and treasured for many years, was, in the end, nothing more than a joke to herself.

Shen Yishan seemed to have all her strength drained away in an instant, standing there blankly, tears silently streaming down her face.

Lin Xiangnan curled her lips and stopped provoking this pathetic yet hateful fool.

For a moment, only the sound of their footsteps and the faint noise from the distant threshing ground remained on the way home, creating an extremely oppressive atmosphere.

Fortunately, the threshing ground wasn't too far from Ruan Tang's house.

They hadn't walked far when they reached a fork in the road. Ruan Tang said goodbye to the two of them and headed down the fork towards the hillside.

Pushing open the courtyard gate, a wave of dampness hit me.

Ruan Tang took out a dust-removing talisman from her spatial storage and casually tossed it aside.

A faint, clear light flashed by, and the entire courtyard, along with every corner of the house, was instantly cleaned until it was spotless.

She clapped her hands in satisfaction, walked around the east wing, and strolled to the backyard.

The changes in the backyard caught her eye.

The vacant lot, which was originally overgrown with weeds, has been transformed by Yan Yu into three evenly sized vegetable plots.

The freshly turned soil has been drying in the sun all day, and the surface water has completely evaporated. It's just waiting for the time to sow the seeds.

At the foot of the mountain on the west side, next to the half-collapsed toilet, there is a newly built woodshed.