Shen Ningning instantly stepped forward.
"What are you doing!" the little one snapped angrily.
No matter how shrewish Wang Qiao'er was, when she turned her head and saw it was Shen Ningning, her arrogant demeanor deflated by half.
"I... what could I be doing? You bullied my Ba, so I'm here to settle the score." Wang Qiao'er's words lacked any real conviction.
This was especially true when she saw the wolf pack on the mountain. Hearing Shen Ningning's sharp cry, they began to emerge from the forest one by one, slowly making their way down.
Wang Qiao'er grew even more frightened and took two steps back.
Shen Ningning turned to see the old village chief being supported by two people. His face was deathly pale, his lips were a dark purple, and he looked dangerously overwrought.
"Grandpa Village Chief?" Shen Ningning cried out in alarm.
Having studied medicine with Sima Han for so long, she didn't need to feel for a pulse to see that the old village chief was in a bad way.
