"Humph, putting on an act," Sister Wei was still not appeased.
Zhang Han rushed in without even closing the door.
"Mom, I’m going to... Mom... Mom! Help... Help..."
Director Zhang and An Zhiyuan exchanged a glance and both dashed into the room.
Following closely were Hu Biao and Sister Wei, and since the door was left open, Bai Xiao and the others also heard the cries, prompting everyone to rush over.
The scene before them stunned everyone.
Director Zhang’s daughter-in-law leaned against the bed, her arm dangling off the side with blood flowing steadily down her wrist, a small pool of blood had already formed on the floor, searing everyone’s eyes with its bright red hue.
"Li Jiao, Li Jiao! What have you done?" Director Zhang had already lunged forward, scooping his daughter-in-law up. Li Jiao lay dying in Director Zhang’s embrace.
Desperately trying to grasp Director Zhang’s hand, "Husband, when I’m gone, you and the child will be free, spared from others’ mockery, and it won’t drag you both down anymore. Lead a good life with our child from now on..."
Director Zhang was already crying to death. He picked her up intending to rush out, but Liu Yun hastily stopped him, "Don’t panic. Bai Xiao and I are from the health team. We’ll take a look first. Don’t fluster yourself." Mainly, Liu Yun thought the wound wasn’t serious; many people attempt suicide by slashing their wrists, but wrist-cutting involves technique and doesn’t guarantee immediate death.
At least, the blood pool on the ground didn’t look like it was from severe blood loss.
Director Zhang nodded urgently and quickly put her down.
Liu Yun and Bai Xiao took a closer look; indeed, the injury on the wrist was not as severe as they had imagined, and the wound wasn’t very deep.
"Do you have gauze and medicine at home? Bring them here to bandage her wound and stop the bleeding," manded Liu Yun, who had authority in this situation, having treated far worse injuries on the battlefield than this minor cut.
Zhang Han hurriedly searched for the medical kit; their home was stocked with such supplies since they had a sick family member.
After a flurry of activity, Liu Yun had successfully bandaged Li Jiao’s wrist.
Although she lay there looking spiritless, she was actually far from fatal.
This time Hu Biao genuinely slapped someone, very differently and much harder than the slap before.
"Look at what you’ve done, always nitpicking, nitpicking all day, and now look where it’s gotten you. Listen to what you’re saying; aren’t your words enough to drive someone to death? If Li Jiao had died today, you would be the executioner, the murderer," he couldn’t believe his wife’s words could actually push someone to death.
Even he found those words unbearable to listen to, let alone a sick person who could easily be driven to despair.
This time Sister Wei didn’t dare retort, petrified as she was. Even if she wasn’t much good, she was just grasping at small advantages. She really didn’t have the gall to cause someone’s death over her groundless suspicions.
Now, holding her three-year-old Huzi, she didn’t dare make a sound.
"I... I didn’t mean it... Director Zhang, Chief An, I really didn’t mean it... I..." She felt like she was going to die.
Director Zhang stopped Hu Biao, "Your wife didn’t do it on purpose. A big man should not physically strike his wife, and no matter what, she was not wrong; she has contributed so much to the family, you shouldn’t hit her."
Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, glad that no life was lost.
An Zhiyuan hurriedly urged everyone, "Alright, alright, everyone go back and eat. Don’t crowd in here, let sister-in-law rest properly."
Everyone withdrew.
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