"Village chief—" Grandma Wengui called out anxiously from inside the house, slapping her thighs to summon people.
Dahui's Wife pounded on her husband Dahui's body, "Have you gone mute? You let their child onto the ambulance and have our son wait here? It's raining; who knows how long it will be before another ambulance comes. You should know that your son is the only seed of your family."
Dahui breath heaved heavily from his nostrils, gasping like a bull.
"You—" The old village chief couldn't stand it and burst out, pointing a finger at Dahui's Wife's nose, "Don't think others don't know, when you married this man, it was because he was a bit simple-minded and you could control him easily. Now you make a scene here, trying to shift the blame to who? Who caused your son's fall? Afraid of your husband hitting you, aren't you?"
After being glared at by the village chief like this, Dahui's Wife felt intimidated and took a step back.