Miserable Lives of the Three Wolves

She did not expect to encounter an ancient version of a medical dispute!

Chu Qingzhi turned to the man, speaking in a calm tone that felt especially profound to the listeners, "Your father is quite capable, working in the fields with a wound, even getting it wet. The infection and worsening of his wound have nothing to do with anyone else."

The bystanders, after hearing this, started accusing, "What a filial son you are, making your injured father work, and now you come here to blame others. Where do you get the nerve?"

"Seriously, talking without taking responsibility. With a son like you, your father must have suffered a lot. He's had a hard life."

"Indeed, his father is clearly in pain, and he runs off to blame others first. I don't understand his thinking!"

Their words, one after another, reached the man's ears, making his face turn red. For the first time, he felt so helpless and embarrassed, wishing he could find a hole to hide in.