LRAB Chapter 232: Tuberculosis
Chapter 232: Tuberculosis
Chapter 232
Seven-year-old Ximen Ye was enticed.
His wound hurt so much.
But every time he went home injured, his father would only scold him for being useless, telling him to figure it out himself, and even forbidding the doctor from treating him...
Reluctantly, he said, "Fine, apply the medicine."
"Friend, wait a moment."
Song Jingche ran to the courtyard and foolishly shouted a few times at the top of his lungs. Soon, a group of even more foolish people came from outside the yard.
The Song family, from beyond the wall, asked him incessantly what was wrong.
For the first time in his life, he lied and obtained some wound medicine.
After he finished applying the medicine to Ximen Ye, he invited him to sleep in his bed, eat his food, read his books, and endlessly shared all sorts of secrets with him.
Though as thin as a little chick and suffering from an incurable disease, he was as optimistic as a fool.
He asked Song Jingche why.
Song Jingche answered, "Because of love."
"My grandparents, parents, brother, and sister all love me very much."
"They hope I'll get better, hope I'm happy every day. But unfortunately, I'm useless. I've taken so much medicine, spent so much money, yet still haven't improved."
"However, I can stay happy and not let them worry. Aren't I great?"
"This is the power of love."
Ximen Ye turned over, his back to him, and grimaced in the dark night: "Tch, so what if you're loved?"
"...Don't you have anyone who loves you?"
"..." Ximen Ye ground his back teeth even louder.
Seeing him not answering for a long time, Song Jingche kindly and generously said, "I have so much love, I can share half with you."
"Grandfather is mine, grandmother is yours. Father is mine, mother is yours. Brother is mine, sister is yours..."
When he said he'd share half, he really meant half.
After he finished, he added, "My grandmother, mother, and sister are the gentlest! I'll give you my best half!"
"And, I'll love you very much too!"
"Because we're friends."
...
As distant memories flooded his mind one by one, Ximen Ye's heart swelled with both sourness and fullness.
He raised his crimson eyes, gripping Qi Huan's chin, his hoarse voice filled with endless regret and despair.
"If you had appeared earlier, Che might not have died."
Qi Huan: ...
This name was truly awful, calling it once would lower one's status by two generations.
Seeing her silent, Ximen Ye impatiently clicked his tongue, "Don't be ungrateful, I've only told you my nickname."
"I really appreciate it."
"You really don't have to."
Quickly ending this topic, Qi Huan changed the subject, asking why he had infiltrated the Song family? Why pretend to be Song Jingche? Being so kind without any blood relation always made people uneasy.
The drunk Ximen Ye, his eyes no longer as clear as usual, stood beside her against the wall, rambling on about his past with Che, recounting every detail of their time together.
He nearly went as far as to describe what color underwear Che preferred.
Qi Huan coughed uncomfortably.
"That's enough, I understand why you're good to the Song family now, I'm reassured."
"...I just didn't expect you to be so loyal."
"What's so special about that?" After being praised, if Ximen Ye had a tail, it would surely be wagging to the sky.
Proudly, he recounted all the good deeds he had done over the years.
"I've burned many gold paper money for Che, so he'd want for nothing in the afterlife. I've also burned a lot of candy for him, hoping he'd only taste sweetness from now on, no more bitterness..."
Ten years of life and death, two vast expanses, Ximen Ye gradually couldn't continue. He closed his sore eyes and murmured, "Do you think he received them?"
Qi Huan softly replied, "Mm."
Hearing him speak again, "Can you sell me the formula for the consumption medicine?"
"...You're not planning to burn the formula for Che too, are you?"
Ximen Ye shook his head, "I just want to help Che accumulate some merit."
"After getting the formula, I'll send people to post it at various branches of the Misty Rain Pavilion."
"So there will be no more consumption in the world."
This was the wish Che had repeatedly made on each of his birthdays.
Even if it would be costly and troublesome.
Even if it was face-losing for an assassin organization to do life-saving deeds.
But he still wanted to fulfill all of Che's wishes.
However, Qi Huan refused him: "I won't sell the formula."
Mainly because ancient doctors wouldn't understand the components of Western medicine.
But...
"I can sell the ready-made pills!"