Chapter 22: Shi Yuebai Threatens People—A Seasoned Hand

Shi Yuebai’s second sister-in-law still didn’t know what had happened, but she could smell the scent of amniotic fluid.

Her eyesight was gone, and though she’d known this day would come soon, she was still at a complete loss. She asked Shi Yuebai in confusion,

“Yuebai, what do we do? Mom’s about to give birth.”

“Have her lie down.”

Even though Shi Yuebai was panicking inside, she kept a calm and strong exterior, and didn’t forget to comfort little Shi Yaoyao.

“It’s okay, Grandma’s just going to have a baby. Can you help?”

Shi Yaoyao nodded quickly, her usually blank, big head showing a rare trace of understanding.

Shi Yuebai patted Yaoyao’s head and infused a bit of fat energy into the acupoint at the top of her head, just as she always did.

“Yaoyao, go make the fire bigger, okay? Just like your mom usually does.”

There was always a fire burning under the tarp.

When it was hot, they’d cover it with ash; when it was cold, they’d uncover it and throw in scraps of paper or other flammable trash.

On the other side of the Shi family’s tarp, there was also a pile of charcoal left behind by the men.

You could always find mutated branches among the ruins.

Yaoyao slid off her chair and hurried over to the pile of charcoal and mutated wood.

Looking at her strong little arms, Shi Yuebai thought, once this is over, I’ll have Guai Guai make a flatbed cart for Yaoyao too.

Second sister-in-law coaxed and pushed Mother Shi onto the mattress.

The amniotic fluid instantly soaked into the cotton padding.

Mother Shi complained, “I don’t want to lie down, don’t push me, ahhh!”

Shi Yuebai rolled her flatbed cart over to the pile of small bread, grabbed one, and rushed out of the tarp.

“My mom’s about to give birth! Does anyone know how to deliver a baby?”

“As long as my mom and the baby are safe, I’ll give you a loaf of bread!”

Word spread quickly through the camp.

A thin, sallow-faced woman with a deep red mark around her neck rushed over, naked and filthy.

“I—I can do it.”

She was painfully thin, covered in wounds—clearly someone who’d been through hell.

Shi Yuebai looked expressionlessly at the woman’s cramped, tortured fingers.

“You sure? You don’t look like it.”

She felt no sympathy. In her previous life among the Wu tribe, she’d done plenty to oppress her own people.

Mainly because those people were just too pathetic.

So Shi Yuebai wasn’t about to entrust her mother and baby’s lives to this woman just because she looked pitiful.

But the woman’s eyes burned with a desperate will to survive.

“I graduated top of my class from medical school. Before the apocalypse, I did a year’s rotation in obstetrics.”

“I can do everything—set bones, treat wounds, colds, coughs, surgery, stitches, you name it.”

Just then, a man from the Chen family arrived.

He raised his foot, about to kick the woman.

“You bitch! We let you stay in our tent and you dare run off?”

This was Chen Huaihai, father of Chen Laoda and Chen Lao’er.

He looked to be in his fifties, big and burly, and that kick would have been no joke.

Shi Yuebai swung her staff and smacked Chen Huaihai on the leg.

“What the hell are you doing?!”

Chen Huaihai still didn’t know his two sons were dead.

People came and went in the wasteland; it was normal to be delayed somewhere.

His sons hadn’t come back for a few days—he figured they’d just gone off to another camp to mess with women.

Shi Yuebai tossed the bread at the woman.

“Go. Do what you’re supposed to do.”

The woman snatched up the bread and scrambled into the Shi family’s tarp.

Chen Huaihai lunged after her, wanting to drag her back for a beating.

Shi Yuebai blocked him with her staff, her chubby face cold and forbidding.

“Anyone who dares disturb my mom giving birth today—I’ll kill them.”

“Don’t believe me? Try it.”

She was fat as a mountain, sitting on a flatbed cart—a ridiculous sight.

But somehow, she radiated an aura of “one woman holding the pass against ten thousand men.”

Chen Huaihai, fuming, backed up two steps and pointed at Shi Yuebai.

“Don’t think you can do whatever you want just because you’ve got mercenaries backing your family!”

“That woman—I picked her up yesterday. If I say she comes back, she comes back. Who are you to interfere?”

He didn’t care at all that Mother Shi was in labor.

In the wasteland, a single mistake could mean two lives lost.

Chen Huaihai just couldn’t stand seeing the woman he’d picked up escape from his tent.

He hadn’t had enough fun yet—he wanted to keep her for when his sons returned.

Shi Yuebai snorted coldly, her attitude pure domineering CEO:

“From now on, she’s mine.”

“Says who?”

“You picked her up, I took her from you. That’s the law of the wasteland.”

Shi Yuebai tapped her staff in her palm.

“So, either you kill me, or you give her to me. Simple as that.”

Chen Huaihai swung a fist at her.

“You’re asking for it!”

But with just that bit of brute force?

Shi Yuebai didn’t even flinch—she swung her staff and broke his arm with a single blow.

“AAAAAAH! Shi Yuebai, you monster! I’ll get someone to kill you!”

Chen Huaihai screamed, clutching his broken arm and rolling on the ground in agony.

But the other Chen men weren’t back yet.

No one else in the wasteland wanted to get involved.

Besides, you could hear from the sound of that blow—Shi Yuebai’s family was known for their strength. Maybe she’d inherited it too?

Soon, only Chen Huaihai was left howling on the ground.

A moment later, from behind Shi Yuebai, her mother’s cries of pain rang out.

“Yuebai, Yuebai, it hurts so much! Why isn’t your father back yet?”

“Yuebai…”

The cries filled the air.

Shi Yuebai dug at her ear, feeling like she lived in a world full of suffering.

She turned her head and shouted into the tent,

“Mom, save your strength to push!”

She stood guard outside, unable to go in, idly playing with her staff and occasionally giving Chen Huaihai a whack.

“Yell all you want. No one’s coming to help you.”

Shi Yuebai loved seeing people angry but too scared to do anything about it.

“Scream all you like—no one’s coming.”

The woman inside rushed out, having wrapped herself in a piece of cloth she’d found in the Shi family’s tent—her own clothes had been stripped by Chen Huaihai.

Seeing Chen Huaihai lying half-dead on the ground, she gave Shi Yuebai a deep look.

“Your mom’s out of strength. She doesn’t know what she’s doing—no matter how hard she tries, it’s useless.”

Shi Yuebai raised her eyebrows theatrically.

“And what do you want me to do about it?”

She couldn’t push for her mom.

“You figure something out. As long as my family’s kid has food, you’ll get your share.

If not, I’ll throw you back to the Chen family.”

Shi Yuebai—threatening people, a seasoned hand.

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