Wang Peifang had finally experienced the strength of the village women. She could not break free at all when Li Qingyu grabbed her.
At this moment, she stood at the door and glared at Li Qingyu. She said hatefully, "I raised Chu Qingzhi for 15 years, and you're treating me like this?"
Li Qingyu glared back. "Like what? You saw Qingzhi's situation just now. Your husband is sick, and so is my daughter."
Wang Peifang gritted her teeth, her anger rising. "She won't die anyway, but Chu Zhongyuan is in so much pain that he's dying."
Li Qingyu blocked the entrance without wavering. "Is there no doctor in the county city? Why do you have to look for Qingzhi?"
Wang Peifang said angrily, "I've already invited all the doctors in the county. If the doctors can save him, why would I come all the way here?"
Li Qingyu was unmoved. "I'm sorry. Qingzhi can't get out of bed now. You can leave."