Fang Yuying was a complete mess. Her white coat was covered in dirt and bloodstains from the ground, wrinkled and crumpled, and her hair was a rat’s nest.
However, Mother Fang had a policy of not hitting the face. She aimed for places that would cause humiliation, so that after being beaten, the victim would be too embarrassed to make a scene.
She had subconsciously done the same when hitting her daughter just now. Thus, aside from the mud and bloodstains, Fang Yuying’s face was actually clean.
To the onlookers, Fang Yuying’s most severe injury seemed to be the clump of hair, torn out with a piece of scalp, that Mother Fang had yanked from her head.
Mother Fang’s face, however, was a mess of black and blue, a truly miserable sight...
’The grace of giving birth and raising a child is greater than heaven itself. How could this female comrade be so cruel?’
Fang Yuying gritted her teeth and said, "I’m not going back!"
"If I go with you now, will I even have a chance to survive? Don’t you just want me to give up my job, and then be willingly sold off by you like a piece of merchandise for a high price?"
"I’ve put up with you for over twenty years, but you just keep taking a mile for every inch I give."
"I’m putting my foot down today. Either we both lose and no one gets to think about this job, or I work here and give you one-third of my salary every month!"
Father Fang and Mother Fang hesitated.
They could clearly sense that this girl had grown a backbone after her time in the countryside; she was no longer someone they could mold to their will.
To get this job at the General Hospital, they had exhausted nearly all the family’s money, ration coupons, and connections. They couldn’t risk losing the job in the slightest.
But to let this girl keep it was a thought that could make them die of frustration!
"You keep one-third, give the rest to us," Father Fang said through gritted teeth after weighing his options.
Fang Yuying narrowed her eyes slightly, knowing she had won the gamble.
She said coolly, "Don’t treat me like a workhorse, toiling away to earn money to support your family. You get one-third, or you get nothing at all!"
"Half, or we’ll make such a scene you won’t be able to work..."
The family of three openly haggled in front of everyone.


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