Spoiled By the Young Master After Reborn In the 80s
Chapter 109: One hundred and eight, Qin Che

Chapter 109: One hundred and eight, Qin Che

"Why should I agree?" Luo Shu raised an eyebrow and asked. The other person had sparked a bit of interest in her, especially the stubbornness and pride in his eyes—those were the eyes of someone who would never surrender or admit defeat. She was certain that a person with such eyes was destined for an extraordinary life in the future.

The youth looked at Luo Shu seriously, his gaze meeting hers, and he slowly began, "I have no money, but if you agree to save my father, I will be at your disposal in the future."

"Have you been to school?" She guessed from the way he spoke that he must be a child who had been educated.

"No!" The youth shook his head, a trace of sadness flashing across his eyes. He longed to go to school, but his family’s circumstances simply did not allow it.

"Alright, take me to see him," Luo Shu said.

The youth looked at Luo Shu with surprise, his eyes filled with a mixture of joy and disbelief, before finally responding, "Follow me!"

Following the youth through twists and turns, they arrived at a small courtyard not too far from where she lived.

The courtyard wasn’t very large, piled with firewood in the corner, and the walls and windows of the house were mottled with age. The wind blew, causing a "creak" from the windows, adding to the desolation.

Entering the house with the youth, an unpleasant smell immediately assaulted her nostrils, causing Luo Shu to frown involuntarily.

The light inside the house was rather dim, but Luo Shu’s vision was sharp enough to see everything clearly.

On the dilapidated wooden bed, a gaunt middle-aged man lay with his eyes closed, covered with a grimy, tattered quilt. His eyes were sunken, his face waxen yellow, clearly ill for quite some time.

Stepping forward, Luo Shu reached out to feel the man’s pulse, then turned to the youth and said, "Your father has been poisoned by food, hasn’t he? He must have been like this for several months, right?" In these times, people were frugal, often reluctant to discard spoiled food. They’d soak it in water, cook it, and eat it anyway. Without money for treatment, the illness would just get dragged out, becoming more serious.

The youth nodded, "At first it was just vomiting and diarrhea, and we did go to the hospital, but there was no sign of improvement." To treat his father’s illness, he had sold almost everything valuable in the house.

"Do you have paper and a pencil?" Luo Shu inquired.

The youth nodded, ran to a corner, and found a pencil no longer than a thumb and a crumpled notebook, then handed both items to Luo Shu.

Luo Shu flipped open the notebook, noting it was filled with handwriting—though crooked and twisted, it was written with great care.

Flipping through the pages to find a half-empty one, Luo Shu took the short pencil that was barely graspable and swiftly wrote down a prescription.

Handing the notebook and pencil back to the youth, she took out ten dollars and gave it to him, "Go to Jimin Pharmacy and have Shopkeeper Liu prepare these herbs according to the prescription."

"Thank you!" The youth took the money, looking at Luo Shu with gratitude. He was determined to repay this debt of gratitude double one day.

"Go on, I’ll take care of your father," Luo Shu said with a gentle smile.

"Alright!" The youth nodded, glanced at his father on the bed, and then ran towards the outside.

Luo Shu’s gaze moved away, she took out the Silver Needle and sterilized it one by one, then lifted the quilt to treat the middle-aged man. His illness had been dragged out for too long—medication alone was definitely not enough.

Shopkeeper Liu was busy weighing out medicines when he saw the young man entering and gave him a smile, "Are you here to get medicine for your father again? How is your father’s illness now? Has it gotten any better?" He knew almost everyone in town and had also helped treat the young man’s father, so he wasn’t a stranger to him.

The young man shook his head, took out the prescription Luo Shu had written for him along with ten yuan and handed them to Shopkeeper Liu, "Shopkeeper Liu, please help me prepare this medicine."

Shopkeeper Liu looked at the prescription on the paper and laughed, "This is written by that girl Luo Shu, isn’t it?" A few days ago, he had heard from Aunt Chen that Luo Shu had bought a house and moved out, seeming to have relocated to Black Clothes Alley.

He truly admired Luo Shu, even though she was young, her medical skills were something even he could not match. He wondered where the girl had learned such excellent medical skills.

"I don’t know her name," said the young man.

"It’s okay not to know, as long as you find her, she definitely can cure your father," replied Shopkeeper Liu with a chuckle as he went to the medicine cabinet and started to gather the medicines.

When he had visited the young man’s father, the sickness was already severe. He had administered acupuncture and prescribed medicine, but they had been ineffective. It might have been because the illness had been neglected for too long.

Hearing Shopkeeper Liu’s words brought a smile to the young man’s face. Since Shopkeeper Liu had so much confidence in Luo Shu, there must be hope for his father’s recovery this time.

"Here, take your medicine," said Shopkeeper Liu, handing over the prepared medicine to the young man, while instructing him on how to properly decoct it.

Carrying the medicine inside, the young man saw that his father had woken up and a flash of surprise crossed his eyes as he quickly approached, "Dad, you’re awake!"

The middle-aged man weakly nodded, "Xiao Che..."

The young man placed the medicine on the table and sat by the bedside, squeezing his father’s hand, smiling at him, "Dad, how do you feel now?"

"Don’t talk to your father for now," Luo Shu’s voice came from behind the young man.

The young man turned to look and saw Luo Shu carrying a bowl of porridge as she came in.

He stood up, stepped forward, and kneeled before Luo Shu, giving her three deep bows, "Thank you! I, Qin Che, will do whatever you ask of me in the future."

"Stand up. Feed this bowl of porridge to your father," declared Luo Shu, handing the bowl to Qin Che. She had just checked the kitchen and seen that Qin Che’s household was so poor they couldn’t find a single grain of rice; she wondered how they usually managed to get by.

Qin Che stood up, took the porridge from Luo Shu’s hand, and walked toward his father.

"I’ve left some rice and vegetables in the kitchen; after you’ve eaten, come to my place to get more," said Luo Shu. She had never considered herself a kind person but the reason she helped Qin Che was that his eyes reminded her of her younger brother Luo Ye from a previous life, which made her feel a strong sense of kinship.

"Hmm!" Qin Che’s eyes were slightly moist as he nodded, scooped up a spoonful of porridge, blew on it, and slowly fed it to his father. He was truly and profoundly grateful to Luo Shu.

"I’ll be going now; if you need anything, come find me where I live," Luo Shu said while placing a stack of money on the table before turning to leave.

Qin Che turned and watched Luo Shu’s retreating figure, and when he caught sight of the money on the table, his eyes slowly filled with tears. How fortunate he was to have met her at his most desperate moment.