After Transmigration, I Picked Up A Husband and Daughter

Among the crowd, some people, like Su Yu, reacted swiftly and immediately clutched their mouths and noses tightly, while those who were slower to respond couldn’t help but retch uncontrollably after smelling the foul stench, creating a chaotic scene as if struck by a sudden biological attack.

Even a few steps away, the nauseating odor was still faintly discernible, causing everyone to frown or cover their noses, their faces unanimously expressing disgust at the offensive smell.

An innocent woman caught in the crossfire was in agony, retching repeatedly, her voice filled with helplessness and pleading, "Sister Wu, I really didn’t mean to say it, but that smell of yours...ugh～," she was cut off by her own gagging before she could finish her sentence.

The stench was so vile it was rare in this world, akin to the rotten sourness of unwashed feet festering over many years, tinged with the moldy scent of decaying flesh under the pall of death, powerful enough to shake even the strongest stomach.

At this moment, the woman who had spoken ill was overwhelmed by shame and fear, hastily covering her mouth, her eyes filled with both terror and resentment, staring intently at Su Yu, as if to forever etch this moment into her memory.

The pointing and whispers around her were like invisible arrows, each one piercing through her heart.

Here, every face was familiar, and the sense of humiliation made her wish she could disappear on the spot.

Su Yu did not stop her actions, knowing all too well that for such a gossiper, mere physical pain was far from enough—it was necessary to strike deep into the soul to awaken true realization.

So, she parted her rosy lips, and though her voice was soft, it reached the woman’s ears with crystal clarity, "Your condition is not hard to cure, but you have crossed my bottom line."

"Now, even though I could let bygones be bygones, what courage do you have to come to me for treatment?"

The woman jerked her head up, her eyes flashing with an indescribable light, the last glimmer of hope in despair, quickly swallowed by a storm of complex emotions—longing for recovery, regret for the past, doubt about Su Yu’s capabilities, fear of the unknown consequences, and the anger risen from wounded dignity, mixing into a portrait of vulnerability and isolation.