Quick Travel to the Clouds

Chapter 488 Koi Little Lucky Star 17

After saying this, Song didn't wait for the boy's response and immediately made arrangements in a swift and decisive manner.

The window paper of the main house was carefully pasted with a new layer, covering it tightly. The only things left in the house were the strong smell of medicine, the strange fishy-sweet smell, and the bluish-purple shadow that silently spread across the boy's wrist.

Lin Fubao was pulled out by her mother. The moment the door closed, she couldn't help but look back again.

The young man still leaned against the quilt with his eyes closed, his brows slightly furrowed, as if he was fighting against the invisible corrosive force in his body.

Lin Fubao's heart suddenly sank, and the purple scar was infinitely magnified in her eyes.

The excitement just now faded, and a deeper, more primitive fear, and a burning feeling of being gripped by a huge secret and an unknown fate, gripped her heart so clearly for the first time.

The tiny Lin family compound, this tiny world, now became the eye of the storm, its heaviest center. The sun shone brightly outside, but it couldn't penetrate the darkness and secrecy of the main house, nor could it illuminate the quietly extending, poisonous purple streak leading to an unknown abyss.

Two days later, Yun Chu came to the Yun family grocery store in the city again to pick up something.

Just after finishing her business and walking out of the shop, she ran into a familiar figure at the corner - it was the wet Ji Qingyuan whom she rescued two days ago.

At this moment, Ji Qingyuan had completely lost the restraint and elegance he had when they met again by the river. He stood outside a clinic, tightly clutching the hem of his scholar's robe, which had been washed white and had frayed edges, his thin shoulders trembling slightly.

Although he is eight years old, he is more depressed than his peers.

An old doctor sitting in the clinic was looking at him in embarrassment, shaking his head and sighing, "Little boy, it's not that I don't want to do good, it's really... my small clinic can't afford to pay for so much medicine. Your father's illness requires the best ginseng to save his life, and these Schisandra chinensis and Fritillaria cirrhosa... none of them are cheap. And I've been buying on credit... for too long..."

Ji Qingyuan's voice was choked with suppressed sobs, yet remarkably clear and persistent. He bowed deeply to the doctor, "Old sir, please have mercy! I, Ji Qingyuan, am a student at the Qingquan Academy in the south of the city! My father, Ji Mingzhi, also studied there."

"Qingyuan guarantees this with his life. When I can earn money by copying books in the future, I will definitely repay you every penny! I beg you... please save my father!"

The childish voice was filled with deep anxiety and helplessness. The self-proclaimed identity of the "child student" was not a boast, but the only "proof" he could produce at the moment to prove his credibility.

Yun Chu watched quietly from a distance.

Ji Qingyuan's face is upright and dignified, with an indomitable tenacity hidden between his brows, and the depths of his eyes are like jade tempered by ice, cold and sharp, containing a clarity far beyond his age.

Looking at his forehead again, there is a faint glow. Although it is obscured by the current sorrow, it cannot hide the unlimited potential of the future.

Without the slightest hesitation, Yun Chu walked over. The small figure passed through the whispering passers-by and walked straight to Ji Qingyuan.

"Ji Qingyuan." She called out.

The young man turned around suddenly, his pale face startled at first, then he recognized his savior. A flash of surprise and embarrassment at being seen in such a predicament by someone he knew flashed in his eyes: "Miss...it's you."

Yun Chu didn't look at his embarrassed face for long. She turned to the old doctor and spoke gently but clearly: "Old sir, how much is the total medical expenses for Ji Tongsheng's family? I paid for him." Her voice was not loud, but it was full of unquestionable calmness.

The old doctor was stunned. He looked at Yun Chu, who was dressed simply but looked confident. Then he looked at Ji Qingyuan, whose face was filled with shock and disbelief. He hesitated and said, "This... the medicine is not cheap. It costs five taels of silver..."

Without saying anything, Yun Chuer accurately counted out five pieces of silver from an inconspicuous old purse at his waist and handed it over: "Here, old sir, please fill the prescription immediately."

"Miss...you can't do that!" Ji Qingyuan was anxious and subconsciously wanted to stop her. His family was in a difficult situation, and he had no idea how to repay such a great favor.

Yun Chu gently dodged his hand and looked at him calmly, "Your father's illness is serious. The students of Qingquan Academy will not default on their debts, and will not let your father's treatment be delayed due to lack of money. Don't worry, take the medicine and use it. It's not too late to treat your father when he is better and able to."

She made paying back the money seem like a matter of course, which not only gave Ji Qingyuan enough dignity but also solved his urgent problem.

Ji Qingyuan stared closely at Yun Chu's clear and calm eyes. There was no charity or sympathy in them, only genuine care and a desire to help that seemed almost natural.

This look was like the sunshine of early spring, dispelling some of the chill in his heart. His throat rolled, and finally turned into a low but deeply grateful voice: "Thank you... benefactor!"

While the doctor was preparing the medicine, Yun Chu asked for details.

Ji Qingyuan had passed the imperial examination at the tender age of eight, a rare prodigy in the surrounding area. His father, Ji Mingzhi, was a scholar from a humble background and Ji Qingyuan's first teacher. Unfortunately, his father, Ji Mingzhi, was bedridden due to illness, and the family fortune was depleted, leading to his current situation.

He was mature beyond his years and at a young age he shouldered the burden of taking care of his sick father and borrowing money from everywhere to seek medical treatment.

Falling into the riverbank was caused by excessive worry and physical and mental exhaustion.

When Yun Chu was about to leave, Ji Qingyuan suddenly shouted solemnly at her back, "Miss Yun Chu! I will remember your kindness today for the rest of my life! I will repay you one day!"

At some point, he secretly asked the waiter in the grocery store and learned her name.

Yun Chu paused, not turning back, but simply nodded. The thread of fate had first met by the river and then quietly deepened its entanglement outside the clinic.

At the same time, in the room of Lin Jiafubao in Shili Village, there was a strong smell of medicine and a tense and secretive atmosphere.

After more than ten days of "treatment" by the Lin family's mother-in-law and daughter-in-law using crude herbs and that little bit of ginseng beard, as well as the young man's own strong vitality, the seriously injured Third Prince Xiao Hong (his name had not yet been revealed at this time) finally crossed the line between life and death with difficulty and regained consciousness.

Everyone in the Lin family was naturally ecstatic.

Mrs. Song almost wanted to thank all the gods for their blessings. Boss Lin and Zhang were even more delighted. Looking at the young man on the kang, they seemed to see a bright road full of gold, silver and treasures.

Lin Fubao snuggled up to his grandmother, his little face full of pride, feeling that all this was the manifestation of his "blessing".

However, after waking up, Xiao Hong's eyes, which had been briefly confused, quickly became deep and unfathomable.

He said nothing, but silently observed everyone in the Lin family: the commercialism and calculations that could not be concealed in their words (especially Mrs. Song and Boss Lin), the greed that could not be concealed when they looked at him, and their almost superstitious worship of the little girl named Lin Fubao.

"Brother Guiren, have some soup with ginseng roots!" Lin Fubao once again brought the soup bowl like he was presenting a treasure, with a hint of boasting in his voice.