coobybook Chapter 114 A Man Is a Boy Until He Dies, Doctor Lan Yue's Heavenly Pharmacy
Chapter 114 A Man Is a Boy Until He Dies, Doctor Lan Yue's Heavenly Pharmacy
"A brute is still a brute at heart. No matter how much he suppresses his nature, he's still a brute at heart." Xiao Hongyun leaned against the window, watching Ye Tingxiu dash into the alley with his sword and disappear from sight, and couldn't help but shake his head.
If the plague demon were so easy to catch, the garrison general of Gancaobao would have captured it long ago.
Acting rashly like Lao Ye, trying to catch the plague demon without any plan, is undoubtedly futile.
But on second thought, it's actually quite normal. Old Ye has always been brave and aggressive, always wanting to win at everything. Even if times have changed and things have changed, his nature is hard to change and his bad habits are hard to get rid of.
Moreover, Lao Ye had always wanted to have a showdown with Zhou Qingfeng.
Although this competition to catch the plague demon was just a small game initiated by Zhou Qingfeng, for Lao Ye, even if it was just a small game, Lao Ye would probably do his best to catch the plague demon and win.
Zhou Qingfeng put away the Record of Gods and Demons and asked with a leisurely smile, "Old Xiao, aren't you going to get moving?"
“That’s a plague demon. This demon is a rare and highly nourishing substance for both of us.”
"Once you miss it, you don't know when you'll be able to find one like it again."
Xiao Hongyun held a flying fan, his hands behind his back, and smiled faintly: "What's the rush? What's meant to be mine will come to me, and what's not meant to be mine can't be taken. Everything we're going through now has already been arranged by fate in secret."
Even so, Xiao Hongyun had already scattered like quicksand, drifting out of the window with the wind and disappearing into the world.
Upon seeing this, Zhou Qingfeng couldn't help but chuckle.
Despite Xiao Hongyun's seemingly casual tone, many things are not determined by what people say, but by what they do. Xiao Hongyun constantly talks about how fate has its own arrangements, but in practice, he is not willing to lag behind others.
This proves that Xiao Hongyun actually wanted to win the competition.
However, compared to Ye Tingxiu, Xiao Hongyun is better at hiding his true self.
Jin Wei leaned closer and whispered, "Young Master, do you need any help?"
Upon hearing this, Zhou Qingfeng smiled and put his arm around Jin Wei's shoulder: "It's just a little game between us brothers. Winning should be based on real skill. Cheating is meaningless."
Jin Wei reluctantly took out a communication bracelet: "Then please wear this bracelet, young master, for convenient communication. In the event of an accident that endangers your life, you can call out and I will arrive instantly."
"Hmm." Zhou Qingfeng casually put the communication bracelet on his wrist, not worried about his life being in danger.
This is a disaster-level communication artifact, worth eight thousand magic coins.
Its function is very simple: it enables voice communication within a range of no more than one thousand miles.
In addition, it also has a precise positioning function, which can be considered an extra layer of insurance.
Zhou Qingfeng left the Gancao Inn alone.
Jin Wei gazed at Zhou Qingfeng's retreating figure from the second-floor window of the inn, filled with worry: "Young Master never acts impulsively and has always been steady in his temperament. Why is he playing some little games tonight? What if something goes wrong?"
The old cripple, leaning on his cane, said, "In my eyes, he's nothing more than a pitiful child caught up in the situation. He has no choice in many things, and from beginning to end, he doesn't even have the right to be reckless."
"Now that we've finally escaped the Sword Tower, let him indulge in a little bit of his whims this once in a while."
Upon hearing this, Jin Wei frowned and said, "Mr. Liao, is this just a little bit of willfulness? Do you know how much risk is hidden behind this little bit of willfulness? Dozens of families and hundreds of mouths in my Zhou family all depend on the young master for food."
"Forgive my bluntness, but the young master is currently carrying too much responsibility on his shoulders. In the future, he will have to shoulder the life and death of the entire 1,800-mile-long land of Sword Tower and millions of people. The young master has no right to be willful."
The old cripple wasn't annoyed: "But he's only 20 years old."
Jin Wei stood with his sword in hand, unyielding, and stated his opinion directly: "20 years old? At 20, I was already married with children and had taken on the responsibility of earning money to support my family. Whatever a man does, he must first consider the responsibilities he bears. Where does he get the right to be willful? Mr. Liao, I am sorry, but I cannot agree with your point of view."
The old cripple, leaning on his cane, asked with a smile, "Haven't you ever thought about being a little willful just this once?"
Upon hearing this, Jin Wei fell silent.
The old cripple walked past Jin Wei, leaning on his cane, and patted him on the shoulder: "A man is a boy until he dies. If he could be willful, who wouldn't want to be a little willful? Jin Wei, don't live too hard."
After saying that, the old cripple left the room step by step, leaning on his cane.
"Mr. Liao, let me see you out." Master Chen didn't dare to speak the whole time. He wanted to leave but had no excuse. Now that the old cripple was about to leave, he quickly stepped forward, pretending to help him, and then left the room.
Jin Wei stood there for a long time, gazing at the red moon outside the window, a hint of daze appearing on his resolute expression.
The word "willful" is too unfamiliar to me. Since getting married at the age of 20, I don't think I have ever been willful again.
Fifteen years have passed, and I have always played the role of a good son in my parents' eyes, a good husband in my wife's eyes, and a good father in my children's eyes. Even though countless willful thoughts have crossed my mind, I have never dared to put them into action.
Can I really be a little willful just this once?
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At the entrance of Tianyao Pharmacy, Ye Tingxiu paced back and forth, looking hesitant. He placed his hand on the door of the pharmacy, then withdrew it, repeating this several times, never daring to knock on the wooden door until it slowly opened a crack.
"Squeak..." A woman dressed in a doctor's coat and wearing a veil peeked out.
Ye Tingxiu, like a startled rabbit, quickly took out a face mask to cover his face.
"Who are you?" the female doctor asked, puzzled.
Ye Tingxiu took out all the dry food from his storage bag, wrapped it in a black cloth, and handed it over: "Don't worry about who I am. I just heard that you are short of food here, so I came here to bring you food. Take it."
As Ye Tingxiu broke the three-word silencing spell, his internal bones suddenly separated, causing him to break out in a cold sweat on his back from the pain, but he didn't utter a sound.
The female doctor took the cloth bag, opened it, and immediately bowed with joy, saying, "Thank you so much! We are short of food, and this food is a lifesaver. Thank you so much!"
After saying that, the female doctor turned and ran into the courtyard, shouting loudly, "Come out quickly, there's food!"
Seeing this, Ye Tingxiu strode after her and grabbed the female doctor's wrist: "What are you doing? This food was meant for you alone. Why are you giving it away to them?"
The female doctor smiled and divided the meat pie between two apprentices, instructing them to distribute it to the patients: "Human lives are at stake. I can go without food for a couple of meals, but how can these patients have the strength to fight their illness if they don't eat?"
Ye Tingxiu: "..."
"Thank you, Doctor Lan Yue. You're so thoughtful to let us have meat tonight, and now we even have meat pies. We won't go hungry tomorrow." The patients in the Tianyao Pharmacy each received a meat pie, expressed their gratitude, and left.
Doctor Lan Yue went to the kitchen to brew the medicinal herbs, and Ye Tingxiu followed her like a shadow. Doctor Lan Yue lifted the lid of the pot to look at the herbs in it, then looked up at Ye Tingxiu and laughed, "Why are you following me?"
Ye Tingxiu turned his head away, enduring the excruciating pain, and did not answer. Instead, he said, "You are doing something useless. They have been infected by the plague demon. These ordinary medicines cannot save them. Why don't you come with me and leave them alone?"
Doctor Lan Yue stirred the medicinal herbs in the pot with a ladle: "Sir, I know you mean well, but as a doctor, I can't abandon my patients. They only have me as their only hope, and I can only do everything I can to save their lives."
Ye Tingxiu's eyes were filled with urgency: "If you want to save them, then who will save you?"