The Peasant Wife Is a Lucky Charm Chapter 237: Not Saved

Chapter 237: Not Saved

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Qian Erhu found himself burdened with a lineage that mirrored his parents’ unfavorable traits, cultivating a reputation as a troubled individual spiraling further down a destructive path.

However, in contrast to his parents, Qian Erhu exhibited a greater degree of rationality and restraint.

The potential demise of Qian Erhu, coupled with the loss of his sole heir, would undeniably cast a shadow over Grandma Su Bin’s well-being.

This impending tragedy deeply unsettled Qin Zhenzhen, yet she refrained from admitting her willingness to intervene for their salvation.

She knew that yielding to Su Bin’s counsel was the sensible course of action.

Meanwhile, Qian Dashan continued to physically berate himself, his own palm colliding with his face in self-punishment.

Frustration lined Su Bin’s forehead as she demanded, “Cease this self-inflicted punishment! Explain the situation!”

Her patience for such behavior was threadbare; individuals of this ilk vexed her profoundly.

Though Qian Dashan’s intention behind striking himself was to atone for his past misdeeds, Su Bin’s concern for her grandmother’s fragility kept her from indulging in this matter.

What was the significance? One less burden for their village to shoulder.

“I… I am not sure what happened… but Erhu’s condition is critical now,” Qian Dashan choked on his words, tears streaming down his face as a man unashamed of his vulnerability.

An informed villager proceeded to narrate the events that had transpired.

Qian Erhu had clashed with an individual within the town, the disagreement escalating into a dispute where both parties accused each other of negligence.

Inevitably, a physical confrontation unfolded, resulting in a slap to Qian Erhu’s countenance. In response, he seized a pole, culminating in a violent collision that left him with a fractured skull.

Coincidentally, the man involved was accompanied by several companions who swiftly joined the scene. Confronted with the sight of their comrade’s head injury and profuse bleeding, they engaged by launching a barrage of punches and kicks against Qian Erhu.

Having scant energy left, Qian Erhu was overmatched by the overwhelming force of four or five a.s.sailants.

Observing Qian Erhu sprawled on the ground, bloodstained and battered, their a.s.sault ceased, culminating in their departure from the scene.

Subsequently, Qian Erhu was transported to the town’s medical facility. The attending physician diagnosed a broken leg alongside a sizable head wound, expressing suspicion of potential brain trauma that had plunged him into unconsciousness.

Compounded by substantial blood loss, Qian Erhu’s complexion had paled significantly.

The medical verdict was grim: Qian Erhu’s chances of survival were minimal.

Drenched in sorrow, Qian Dashan and Ms. Lin grappled with the harsh reality. A suggestion surfaced that their niece-in-law, Qin Zhenzhen, held the mantle of the Jiang Family’s heir.

Renowned as the Miracle Doctor, there existed a glimmer of hope that she might possess the means to salvage the situation through her expertise.

Qian Dashan’s epiphany struck, compelling him to embark on the journey of conveying his injured son back to the village.

However, a stern directive from the doctor thwarted this plan; relocating Qian Erhu could potentially hasten his demise.

Urgency spurred Qian Dashan’s return to the village, as he hastened to seek guidance amidst this dire circ.u.mstance.

So that waswhat was happening.

Observing Su Bin’s silence, Qin Zhenzhen refrained from speaking her mind.

Qian Erhu seemed to be dealing with a head injury.

If it’s a serious case, even with the spiritual water, saving him might not be possible.

However, it hinges on the circ.u.mstances.

Just then, Su Ping entered the room and approached Su Bin and Qin Zhenzhen cautiously. “Third Brother, Third Sister-in-law, could we… help him?”

Both Su Bin and Qin Zhenzhen found this perplexing. Su Ping held a stronger disdain for Qian Dashan’s family than anyone else, yet he was acting contrary to that sentiment.

Qin Zhenzhen whispered back, “I might not have the means to save him.”

He implored once more, “Could we at least give it a shot?”

“I just found out that the people who harmed Qian Erhu are my acquaintances, and they were here for me…”

Qin Zhenzhen swiftly grasped the situation.

Upon learning his affiliation as the Marquis Mansion’s young master, his companions were likely attempting to extract favors from him. However, before they could reach him, Qian Erhu was grievously injured.

He was urging her to treat Qian Erhu.

Ironically, if not for him, Qian Erhu wouldn’t have found himself in this predicament..