Qi Chang joined the army at twenty, while Qi Chong was only eighteen at the time. He was not particularly close to his uncle's family and had never bullied anyone.
Qi Chong stood at the door for a moment; this was the house left to the two brothers by their grandfather, half made of rammed earth and half of brick tile. He had never lived here, nor had he ever visited.
As he entered, Qi Ping An was tidying up, his movements efficient and practiced. After five years in the military, he had grown tall and robust, resembling Qi Yunzhen's child more than ever.
"Come in and sit," Qi Chang said calmly, without any excess emotion. "I went to look for my mother, but she wouldn't see me."
Following his words, Qi Chong sat down, waiting for him to continue. Qi Chang appeared unchanged towards him—there was no warmth or resentment in his demeanor. "I didn't expect you to come. Tell me about my parents."
Qi Chong recounted everything that had happened, omitting the part where Yu Chunmiao had brought up the topic. He still didn't know what Qi Chang thought about it; after all, Yu Chunmiao was pregnant and needed protection.
As he spoke, he observed Qi Chang's expression. It was evident that he was holding back his emotions, his chest rising and falling with restrained breaths.
A land deed lay on the table as Qi Chong stood up to leave.
"Stop," Qi Chang called out sternly. "Since my father gave it to you, you should accept it. I am not ignorant of right and wrong; consider it compensation."
Qi Chong was taken aback; this cousin had not even given him a glance when they met on the road earlier. "I don’t want it, nor do I need it," he replied honestly. "You can sit at home if you have time."
After saying this, he left and informed Chen Ruolan about the situation at home.
Chen Ruolan was busy making half-finished clothes for children and did not look up. "He hasn't bullied us; I heard he joined the army after having a fight with his mother. I don’t know why."
"We don’t want that land; you did the right thing," she added.
Qi Ping An left the land for both families to rent out for growing tobacco; Zhang Guiying did not contest it either.
Zhang Guiying took Zhang Ping up the mountain to gather herbs while Shi Song taught her how to identify medicinal plants. Without any income from candy-making, they directly collected her herbs, allowing both mother and son to live well.
After treating two difficult cases, Shi Song's reputation spread throughout Beishan Village, attracting people from Eighteen Towns seeking his help.
In truth, most cases were not serious; they simply lacked the money for treatment. He wasn’t a miracle worker; not everyone could be cured.
"Look at my man again," a woman cried out, "he's only forty, how can he be like this?" Beside her stood a gaunt man, his eyes darkened, each breath seeming to take away some of his life force.
Shi Song had explained it a hundred times: the illness had lingered too long, and there was nothing more he could do. After crying for a while, the woman took the man away.
Shi Song sighed, feeling overwhelmed with frustration. With the patient gone, he walked towards the Qi Family's residence with his hands behind his back.
Zeng Yulan was brewing tea while Yu Chunmiao, gently touching her slightly rounded belly, could only nibble on the rice cakes she had made to satisfy her cravings.
"Where are your family members? Where's Qi Chong?" Shi Song asked as he entered the courtyard, still burdened by his worries.
As a doctor, how could he not feel pain when witnessing such tragedies in the world?
"Shi Shushu went to the county to settle some accounts and also to buy some things for me. Mother went too; she took my cousin to see Qi Rong." Yu Chunmiao had already prepared a teacup for him. "What do you need to see Qi Chong for?"
Shi Song sat down, wanting to drink the tea in one gulp but found it too hot. He picked it up and then set it back down again.
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