The Chief Minister's Ferocious Wife

Chapter 367: Chapter 361 He’s Alive! He’s Alive!

Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

Xie Heng grabbed Zhao Chuchu’s medical box and came back as fast as he could.

Zhao Chuchu shaved off the hair on the back of Zhao Changrong’s head with a butcher’s knife while telling Xie Heng to open up the medical box at the same time. She took out a pack of needles from inside and started performing acupuncture on Zhao Changrong.

Speaking of which, it was the first time that Zhao Chuchu used the golden needle method ever since she finished learning it.

In the apocalyptic world, although there was a severe lack of resources, technology continued to advance and medical equipment was also improving constantly. She rarely had the chance to use this needling technique.

Zhao Chuchu quickly took off Zhao Changrong’s clothes.

The people in the courtyard saw Zhao Chuchu’s hand moving so fast that there were afterimages from the spots where she inserted the needles. Within a few moments, all of the needles had been inserted into Zhao Changrong’s body.

Meanwhile, Madam Ma knelt on the ground and prayed that God would give her a miracle so her son could live once more.

No one dared to breathe.

30 minutes later, Zhao Changrong’s face started to turn from completely pale to slightly red, and his chest started to move slightly as well.

“He’s alive. He’s alive!”

“That’s incredible! Chuchu just snatched someone away from the grim reaper!’

“That’s great, as long as the kid is okay.”

Madam Ma didn’t dare to open her eyes. She was afraid that Zhao Chuchu would tell her that her son couldn’t be saved.

When she heard the voices around her, she thought she was hallucinating.

As more and more people started to chatter about the miraculous feat, she finally mustered the courage and opened her eyes. When she did, she saw her son looking completely different. He no longer looked like a corpse.

Madam Ma trembled slightly.

She was afraid that the scene would be just a dream and that when she woke up from the dream, her son would still be dead.

The golden needle technique was extremely exhausting. Even Zhao Chuchu was sweating profusely, with beads of sweat on her forehead.

Xie Heng helped Zhao Chuchu clean off her sweat with a towel.

When Zhao Chuchu finally inserted all of the needles, she heaved a sigh of relief.

She looked toward Madam Ma and said, “Zhao Changrong has lost too much blood. I only managed to get him to return his breathing. But if we want to revive him, there’s something else we need to do. Are you okay with it?”

“He’s not alive yet? What else do we need to do?”

“You should know that if a person loses too much blood, he can die. Your son is in this state right now, so we need to transfer more blood into his body in order to sustain his life.”

“Do we need to keep doing this?” “No. Just doing it once will do.”

“Then, use my blood.”

Madam Ma picked up a boning knife and immediately tried to slit her wrist.

Zhao Chuc.hu was speechless.

She stretched out her foot and kicked the knife away from Madam Ma’s hand.

“We can’t use the blood of his direct relative.”

“What?”

“We need to find someone with the same blood as your son.”

“Isn’t that just me and Zhao Baogen?

Zhao Chuc.hu felt rather exhausted that she needed to explain this to them. She simplified the theory of blood types as much as possible. She told them that there were only a few different types of blood that a person could have. Many people carried the same type of blood. Only people with the same type of blood could transfuse blood to each other. Otherwise, it would only hasten the death of the patient.

Madam Ma didn’t really understand what she said, but she had no other solution but to listen to Zhao Chuchu.

However, Old Man Zhao and Madam Yang arrived at this point.

Old Man Zhao yelled angrily, “Changrong is Baogen’s son. Even if we need to give him the blood, it can only be Baogen’s blood. If the blood of other people flowed within his body, can he still be considered Baogen’s son? Chuchu, what are you trying to do?”

Madam Yang snorted and said, “I suspect that this little bitch cheated on Baogen and bore Changrong with someone else. Now, she bribed Zhao Chuchu and made this show, thinking that she could trick everyone this way and let Changrong have the blood of other people out in the open. Zhao Chuchu, I’m afraid of you, but I won’t let something like this happen.”

“Tell me, who is Changrong’s father? Did you get some other man out there and have this kid?” Zhao Baogen glared at Madam Ma and said with a dark expression.

Madam Liu tried to add fuel to the fire as she said, “That’s it! Otherwise, how could there be something as ridiculous as getting other people to transfer blood to Changrong? I’ve never heard of nonsense like this! He can’t use the blood of a direct relative? Does that mean that we can’t use the blood of anyone from the Zhao Clan?”

“Madam Ma, my brother treated you quite well) how could you do something like this to tarnish the name of the Zhao clan? You should be locked up in a pig cage and thrown into the river!” Zhao Baotian added as well.

Zhao Chuchu was completely speechless.

She felt frustration building up inside while listening to these foolish imbeciles speak.

Old Mrs. Chen couldn’t help but snap back at Old Man Zhao.

“Although Madam Ma isn’t a good person, I witnessed the way she treated the

Zhao clan with loyalty. Ignoring what happened in the past, all of you are being extremely ungrateful and heartless and accusing her like that!”

“I know right, wasn’t Madam Ma the one who took care of Zhao Baogen for the past half a year when his leg was broken? Cheat on him? She doesn’t even have time to do that!”

“Changrong looks exactly like the younger version of Chao Baogen! How can you say that he is someone else’s son? Are you saying Zhao Baogen’s face isn’t a face?

Old Man Zhao’s face turned completely red as the other people scolded him. But he insisted that Zhao Chuchu wasn’t allowed to perform a blood transfusion on Zhao Changrong if she was going to use the blood of other people.

Madam Ma’s heart turned completely cold. She had never hated the Zhao clan more than she did right now.

If Zhao Baotian didn’t push her, her son wouldn’t have died.

Yet now, they were pointing their fingers at her and slandering her?

Ironically, those people who had been fighting against her were speaking out for her now.

Madam Ma felt angry, exasperated, and extremely sad.

Was it really worth it for her to become enemies with so many people for the sake of the Zhao clan?

“If I, Ma Xiulian, cheated on Zhao Baogen, I would get struck by lightning and suffer the most gruesome death in the world,” Madam Ma raised her hand and swore. “The Zhao clan has bullied me and made my life absolutely miserable. If I kill myself because of this oppression, I will come back as a ghost and haunt all of you to seek revenge!’

Old Man Zhao got a little scared by her vicious words.

Just then, a weak voice stopped their quarrel. “Mom, mom…”

Madam Ma jolted and turned her head sharply. She met Zhao Changrong’s gaze.

Zhao Changrong struggled as he tried to raise his hand.

“Mummy, I’m cold…”

Tears fell from Madam Ma’s eyes. She hurriedly went over and wanted to hug Zhao Changrong, but Zhao Chuchu stopped her. “Don’t touch him.”

“But he said he was cold.”

“He died once already. This bit of cold is nothing.”

Zhao Chuchu paused. Then, she looked toward Old Man Zhao and said, “You have been so foolish for the entirety of your life. You live in your own little world, weak, stupid and ignorant. You caused the death of your eldest son and daughter-in-law, and now, you want your grandson to die too. Are you not afraid that your ancestors might come back to haunt you for what you did?” “What nonsense are you spouting?

“You’re trying to stop Zhao Changrong from surviving right now! What do you mean that Zhao Changrong becomes someone else’s son after getting someone else’s blood? By that logic, the blood that you got from your parents when you were born, had long been completely replaced.

“Blood is like the river. As long as the person is alive, new blood would be generated continuously. If you don’t know anything, don’t try to doubt a doctor. If you’re that knowledgeable, save this dying boy yourself. If you can’t do that, then shut the hell up!

“Also, blood transfusion doesn’t need to be done by a man. The donor can be a woman as well. Are you saying that two women can give birth to a child as well? You’ve lived for so many years, yet you can’t even discern between basic facts and bogus logic. Have you been wasting your life all these years?