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Chapter 1391: Bringing Brother Ding To Justice

Ding Xiaomei’s tears fell. “Dad, you’ve been wrong for most of your life. You did not fulfill your responsibilities as a husband, a father, or a son. You’ve done so many wrong things, but in the end, it was my younger brother and me who had suffered. Don’t you think it’s wrong? Did My younger brother and I make a mistake? My younger brother was not even eight years old when he went missing. He was so young. Have you ever thought about how he has been living all those years? Have you ever thought about whether he is still alive or not? Because of you, so many people have suffered the way I have suffered, and so many parents are like my mother who are bitterly looking forward to the return of their missing child?”

Jiang Yao knew that Ding Xiaomei had already heard of her brother’s disappearance when she heard her sobbing in a low voice.

Jiang Yao was a doctor at that moment. Her task was to ensure that Brother Ding survived, so for the time being, she was not thinking about how to persuade Brother Ding to provide information to them.

“Xiaomei, you should go out. I’m going to perform the surgery on your father now. Don’t worry; he is not severely injured. I just need to take out the bullet.” Jiang Yao turned around and started to chase everyone out of the room.

Then, she asked Lu Xingzhi to stay and be her assistant.

The conditions for the surgery were deplorable, and there was no sterile environment. Jiang Yao could only do her best to make it as clean as possible. They changed into clean clothes that were prepared in advance and then sterilized all the tools.

One of Brother Ding’s wounds was on his shoulder, and the other was on his back and waist. None of his vital parts were injured. That was also the reason Brother Ding was still able to scold Ding Xiaomei.

Of course, Brother Ding did not want to do the surgery. However, Lu Xingzhi held him down. Jiang Yao injected an anesthetic into him, and Brother Ding soon quieted down.

That was the first time Lu Xingzhi saw Jiang Yao when she was working. She was wearing a medical mask, and her hair was tightly coiled inside her hat. She did not let a single strand of hair fall. Her hand made a gesture on Brother Ding’s wound; it seemed that she had a plan in her mind to cut him.

“Big round knife.”

Her cold voice rang in the room, and then she suddenly stretched her hand toward him.

Lu Xingzhi was stunned for a moment, and then he realized that he was her assistant. Then, he quickly handed her the big round knife that she wanted.

The scalpel in Jiang Yao’s hand suddenly had the magic of a painter’s paintbrush. With one cut, red blood quickly spread, but she did not show any signs of panic. She turned around and threw the big round knife back onto the plate.

“Machete.”

“Tweezers.”

“Suture needle and suturing thread.”

“Scissors.”

During the surgery, she appeared very cold and stern. Even though her voice was no longer as soft as before, Lu Xingzhi was lost in thought for a while.