vstars Chapter 920 The Sick Girl
Chapter 920 The Sick Girl
It is an honor to be admired by Jiang Yunying.
Lin Ping shamelessly accepted the compliment.
The night in Meizhou City was rather quiet, with hardly any pedestrians on the streets, and even the shops closed early, quite different from places like Shuntian Prefecture and Yingtian Prefecture.
Thinking about it carefully, you can understand why. This is the land of Sichuan and Chongqing, full of martial arts masters who carry swords and knives. On a dark and windy night, you might not even know how you died. Who would dare to go out?
"Let's hurry up, or we'll get into trouble," Boss Qin said somewhat timidly.
Meizhou City has a rule that during the day, when ordinary people are free to move around, the major sects will not kill people indiscriminately.
But once night falls, it's time to resolve conflicts in the martial arts world.
People who get up early often see bloodstains and even corpses on the streets.
Even though Boss Qin knew that Lin Ping knew some martial arts, he didn't think Lin Ping was qualified to be active at night.
Lin Ping cooperated by speeding up, not wanting to cause any unnecessary trouble.
The three major sword sects were already giving him a headache; if he offended many smaller sects as well, he would truly become a rat crossing the street.
Boss Qin's residence was not far from the restaurant, only about two miles away. It took less than the time it takes to drink a cup of tea to get to the gate.
This is a rural alleyway where the residents are relatively well-off, owning at least a few tiled houses.
As a restaurant owner, Old Qin's house had no gatekeepers or servants.
Upon entering, Lin Ping was drawn to the neat and tidy interior, clearly indicating that the owner was a clean person.
Lin Ping glanced at Old Man Qin's dirty clothes and immediately understood what had happened.
It's probably not him who's obsessed with cleanliness, but Qin Bao'er.
Now that Qin Bao'er is critically ill, no one is washing Qin Laohan's clothes.
Thinking of this, Lin Ping felt a pang of sadness and made up his mind to cure Qin Bao'er, which was why he shamelessly came here.
This is not a large mansion with multiple courtyards, but a simple courtyard house.
The central living room faces south. To the east of the living room is the master bedroom, and to the west is Qin Bao'er's boudoir. The other two rows are guest rooms and side rooms. Lin Ping was arranged to rest in the guest room in the east row.
The guest rooms in the east row were used to entertain the most distinguished guests, which also shows Qin Laohan's attitude towards Lin Ping.
After settling Lin Ping in, Old Man Qin did not return to his own room to rest, but instead took a bowl of medicinal soup to Qin Bao'er's room.
"Bao'er, get up and take your medicine." A kind voice rang out throughout the courtyard.
The girl, lying on the hospital bed on the verge of death, forced herself to stay awake. Although she couldn't sit up on her own, she opened her eyes.
This is Qin Bao'er's happiest moment of the day.
In the first few days, Qin Bao'er would happily chat with her father, but now she was too tired and could only manage to utter "Father" through her throat.
Even the faintest sound, barely audible, moved Boss Qin to tears.
This was his life's dream!
“Starting tomorrow, Father will stay by Bao’er’s side and won’t go anywhere.” Old Man Qin smiled kindly and gently blew on Qin Bao’er’s medicine to cool it down.
Even though the medicine was very bitter and didn't seem to have any effect, Qin Bao'er still insisted on drinking it every day because she could see her father's gratified smile.
But this time was different. Qin Bao'er shook her head and said with difficulty, "No, Father will starve to death."
They were running a small business, and after deducting expenses, they barely had any money left over the year. Qin Bao'er's illness had wiped out all of their savings.
Now, all the expenses of the family depend on the income from the store.
To be honest, Old Man Qin was a bit strapped for cash today because he hadn't made any sales. He had saved up his meal money to buy this bowl of herbal soup.
"Father is tired and wants to sell the restaurant to use the money to cure Bao'er's illness," Old Man Qin said with a forced smile.
Tao Guang never said he would give him silver; at most, he would give Qin Bao'er the antidote.
Although the restaurant was like Qin Laohan's son, it was only "like" him; Qin Bao'er was his real daughter.
Compared to Qin Bao'er, a restaurant is nothing; it's fine to sell it.
Bang!
Qin Bao'er, with a strength she didn't know she came from, actually overturned the medicine bowl and shook her head vigorously, saying, "That's Mother's hard work!"
The little girl's idea was simple: if she didn't take her medicine, she would die from the illness, and her father wouldn't have to sell the restaurant to pay for her treatment.
In her view, the legacy her mother left behind was more important than her own life.
“Bao’er…”
Seeing his daughter's determination to die, Old Man Qin couldn't help but burst into tears. He was not a good father and had failed to protect his daughter.
“Perhaps the situation isn’t as bad as Mr. Qin thinks.” A clear voice came from outside the door, and Lin Ping and Jiang Yunying slowly walked in.
Qin Bao'er was a virgin who never showed her face in public, let alone meet a strange man, much less appear so haggard.
She instinctively buried her head in the blankets, her whole body trembling.
Besides shyness, there was also a bit of fear.
Anyone who breaks into a woman's bedroom late at night is probably not a good person.
"What do you mean by this, young hero?" Old Man Qin asked in confusion.
Firstly, he didn't understand what Lin Ping meant by what he said earlier; secondly, he didn't know why Lin Ping would break into Qin Bao'er's room late at night.
“Since it’s poison, there must be an antidote. Why don’t I give it a try?” Under the dim light, Lin Ping revealed a set of white teeth.
"Young hero, you know medicine?" Old Man Qin asked curiously.
He knew Lin Ping was a good person and would never have broken in on purpose. Besides, with Jiang Yunying by his side, he couldn't possibly have any improper thoughts.
"I know a little bit." At this moment, Lin Ping was even more modest than Zhuge Liang.
“Bao’er, the young hero means no harm; he’s here to heal you.”
Old Qin said softly, "It's a desperate measure."
In his eyes, any famous doctor must have a long white beard. Someone like Lin Ping, at his age, only has a smattering of knowledge. Asking him to treat his daughter was purely out of a sense of face.
After listening to her father's words, Qin Bao'er tiptoed out from under the covers, revealing her sunken eyes. Her small face had become skin and bones.
Her eyes were fixed on Lin Ping, as if she had seen a ray of clear sunlight in the darkness. He was the most handsome man she had ever seen.
"What a vicious poison." Lin Ping was shocked to see Qin Bao'er so thin and bony. It was a miracle that she had survived until now.
Qin Bao'er obediently extended her withered arm for Lin Ping to take her pulse.
"Don't be afraid, Bao'er, big brother will heal you." Lin Ping smiled brightly and symbolically took Qin Bao'er's pulse.
After hearing his words, Qin Bao'er nodded vigorously, a hint of longing appearing in her eyes.
Although Lin Ping didn't understand pulse diagnosis, he was still startled when he touched Qin Bao'er's wrist. Her pulse was almost non-existent!