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Qi Chong didn't want to waste time with her and said directly, "Qian Dahua's son, Wang Ke, has been ill for several years, and the doctors from the surrounding villages can't help him. If you help her through this difficult time, she won't come looking for trouble anymore. I know who can cure him, but you'll have to go and invite him yourself."
"You head west, cross the Qianmen River, and you'll find Qianbai Mountain. At the foot of the mountain, you can see the largest Qianbai Tree at the top. There's a treehouse built on it where a doctor lives. He doesn't like to interact with people. Whether you can persuade him to come is up to you."
Zhang Guihua hesitated for a moment and then said lightly, "You seem so sincere; will you really help me?" She suspected he might be intentionally leading her into danger because there were wolves in that mountain.
Qi Chong let out a slight cold snort. "It's my wife who wants to help you; otherwise, I wouldn't bother with you at all. If it weren't for her, my father's illness wouldn't have dragged on for so long."
The doctor was willing to come because he had a connection with my father. When you go, make sure not to mention any grudges against my family.
Years ago, Qi Fu went hunting and encountered an old man being chased by wolves. Qi Fu dealt with the wolves and saved him. The old man promised that if his family fell ill, he would come looking for him to repay his life-saving grace.
At that time, Qi Fu only heard it as a passing remark, but his wife cried every day, saying she wanted to die with him. With a glimmer of hope, they asked Qi Chong to bring the old man over.
They only wanted to give his wife a chance at hope.
Unexpectedly, after a few needles were administered, she truly regained her life.
Over two years' time drained their family wealth completely. However, under Chen Ruolan's comfort, Qi Fu's wife did not seek death.
After saying all this, Qi Chong felt he had done his part. As for whether Zhang Guihua believed him or not, he didn't dwell on it. He had given her a path; whether she chose to take it or not was beyond his control.
Zhang Ping shook Zhang Guihua's arm anxiously. "Mother, are you really going to that Qianbai Mountain?"
"Let me think about it," Zhang Guihua replied.
Perhaps one only learns to reflect on oneself when faced with desperation.
In the dilapidated temple that let in drafts from all sides, Zhang Guihua pondered deeply.
Ever since she married into the Qi Family, she had been at odds with Qi Yunzhen.
When her father-in-law fell ill, she insisted that Qi Yunzhen pay for the medical expenses. Once her father-in-law passed away, she hurriedly drove them out of the house.
The Qi Family had never wronged her; it was her jealousy of Chen Ruolan's husband that made her increasingly resentful and difficult toward Chen Ruolan.
If she hadn't caused trouble back then, the Qi brothers would still be united as one family in harmony. At the banquet, she wouldn't have gotten drunk after arguing with her husband, which led to that incident.
Now that her eldest son Qi Ping An was in the army and knew everything, would he look down on her?
With this thought in mind, she decided to give it a try. Even if it meant dying in the depths of the mountains, it would be a form of atonement.
Upon returning home, Yu Chunmiao lit the oil lamp and prepared to work late into the night, cooking another pot of herbal jelly. Qi Chong couldn’t bear to see her overworked; he boiled water first and, leaning on his crutch, helped her fill the bathtub so she could take a bath.
For so long, aside from Qi Rong, the entire family knew the right ratio of grass to water.
He cooked the herbal jelly himself, stirring the dark green liquid in the pot, lost in thought. Should he ask Yu Chunmiao who she was? What would happen after he asked?
After Yu Chunmiao finished her bath and was drying her hair, she paused at the door. The flickering flame of the oil lamp cast shadows, and the tall figure of the man seemed out of place with the low stove. His presence made this dilapidated earthen house feel much more refined.
The mountain may not be high, but it is famous for its immortals. The water may not be deep, but it is spiritual because of its dragons. This humble abode is elevated by my virtue. The moss stains on the steps are green, and the grass color seeps into the curtains. Conversations are filled with learned scholars, while common folk do not come and go.
She couldn’t help but recite a passage that felt quite fitting. It also served as praise for Qi Chong’s selfless help towards Zhang Guihua in educating his younger brother.
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