Quick Transmigration Cannon Fodder’s Record of Counterattacks

Chapter 3330: An Entire Set of “Bone Displacement Techniques”



Chapter 3330: An Entire Set of “Bone Displacement Techniques”

Ma Yongjun was instantly in so much pain that he trembled all over and collapsed to the ground.

At the teahouse, she had stayed still and let him hit her—to maintain the image of a victim.

But behind closed doors, who would know what happened?

Didn’t he like beating people behind closed doors? Now he could experience the helplessness of screaming for help with no one to hear.

Ning Shu maneuvered Ma Yongjun’s body, completing an entire set of “Bone Displacement Techniques.” When she was done, she wasn’t even out of breath.

Ma Yongjun had already passed out—he’d fainted from the pain.

Ning Shu dragged him onto the bed. She was a good wife and mother, after all. How could she let her husband sleep on the floor?

At six in the morning, Ning Shu paused her cultivation and started making breakfast.

The two kids had woken up early, dressed in their beautiful new clothes.

As for what happened last night, they knew nothing about it.

After breakfast and tidying up, Ning Shu rode her bicycle to take the kids to school.

On the way back, she stopped by the teahouse again and found Ma Yongjun’s shady friends.

Ning Shu feigned conflict and hesitation before starting to ask them for money.

“There’s an issue with Yongjun’s heart. The doctor says he needs medication to control his heart rate. You’re all his best friends, his sworn brothers. Could you lend us some money to get through this?”

She looked at the mahjong players. “I promise I’ll pay you back. Please, I-I’ll kneel down right here.”

These people, who always called Ma Yongjun “Brother Ma,” were now unwilling to help when she needed money.

“Yongjun needs money for his medication, and it’s imported. We’ve already spent everything we had. If we had another choice, I wouldn’t be asking you.”

Ning Shu choked up as she spoke.

The teahouse was crowded, and many people were watching.

Ma Yongjun’s shady friends had no choice. They each chipped in a little, but it only added up to five or six hundred yuan.

“Thank you. This will cover one round of medication,” Ning Shu almost cried with joy. “You really are Yongjun’s best friends, his sworn brothers.”

She collected the money, making sure to disgust them a little on her way out.

Friends, we’re all friends, right?

With this money and a little more scraping, she could afford Ma Shuangshuang’s kindergarten tuition.

Kindergarten fees were the most expensive.

“You’re truly good people. You’ll be blessed for this,” Ning Shu wiped her eyes and left the teahouse to buy groceries and cook.

When she returned, the neighbors were asking about Ma Yongjun.

Ning Shu sighed helplessly. “Now that he’s sick, I have such mixed feelings. He used to hit me all the time. Now that he’s ill, he probably won’t be able to. But what will happen to our family now?”

“That’s right, that’s right. A family can’t do without a pillar of support,” a plump woman looked at Ning Shu with sympathy and consoled her.

Ning Shu nodded. All the way home, people kept stopping her to ask about Ma Yongjun.

What happened yesterday had already spread today.

Whenever someone asked, Ning Shu would say, “Ma Yongjun is sick. He’s sick.”

Then, everyone who knew Ma Yongjun heard that he was sick, and later, the rumor spread that he had cancer and wouldn’t live long.

Ning Shu carried the groceries home. Inside the bedroom, Ma Yongjun was groaning, probably in too much pain to bear it.

Ning Shu placed the basket on the table, twisted open the bedroom door, and saw Ma Yongjun drenched in sweat, clutching his chest, his whole body aching.

When Ma Yongjun saw Ning Shu, he bit his cheek so hard that it bled. “You hit me again. You dare hit me!?”

Translator: Kaho


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