Chapter 923 Cancer? Really! But I Won't Die 8

Ning Yan stood up, holding the knife, and stared at Ning Qiang before turning around and leaving Ning Qiang's room.

After she left, Ning Qiang was so frightened that he quickly got out of bed and locked the door.

Oh no, oh no, oh no! This bitch might really want to kill him! What should I do? What should I do? What should I do?

This time he was truly terrified; he had encountered a madman!

He then put on his shoes, got out of bed, and ran to his parents' room next door.

"Mom, help! Ning Yan was sharpening a kitchen knife by my bedside in the middle of the night. If I hadn't woken up, she probably would have taken me away. What am I going to do, Dad?"

Ning Shiya and his wife were sound asleep when their son woke them up. Just as they were about to scold him, they were terrified when they heard his voice. He only had this one son, and if anything happened to him, he would have nowhere to cry.

Zhang Huaihua was already cursing from the side, her words so vile that they would make you feel nauseous every time you heard them.

“Let’s go to the city! We’ll go to the city when it’s light and see if we can set up a stall and make some money. If we can’t set up a stall, the whole family can work. Staying at home means we still have to take care of her. If we all go out, we won’t have to worry about her causing trouble anymore.”

He needed to raise money for his son's tuition, but he also didn't want to be beaten by the crazy girl for no reason anymore.

This decision was approved by the other two family members.

So, when Ning Yan got up, she found that the family of three had all left.

It's only six o'clock.

Okay, you're all leaving, right? Then she'll leave too. It wouldn't be bad to go to the county town and try some local specialties.

In her previous life, the original owner returned to the village after receiving her wages, only to be turned away by a family of three. She then made her way to the county town, where, in the evening, a kind aunt took her in and brought her to her shop, allowing her to experience the warmth of humanity.

Of course, the aunt didn't know she was so seriously ill, otherwise she definitely wouldn't have let her work.

With nothing else to do, Ning Yan decided to go into town to visit this kind-hearted person.

She wasn't in a hurry. She took the 11 o'clock bus into the city and went straight to Aunt Wang's sour soup dumpling shop.

In the original owner's memory, those were the most delicious sour soup dumplings she had ever eaten, and she wanted to try one too.

It was lunchtime, and the restaurant was almost full. There was no one behind the counter; Aunt Wang had probably gone to the kitchen to get more dishes.

A waiter came over and asked, "Would you mind sharing a table with someone else?"

Ning Yan shook her head, "I don't mind."

The waiter immediately led her to a table with only two other customers. "Brother Li, there are no seats available. Let this young lady share a table with you."

They are regular customers.

"Ah, okay, sit down, we're almost finished eating."

Ning Yan sat down and ordered, "Three ounces of leek and sour soup dumplings."

A pound of sour soup dumplings contains sixty dumplings, referring to the filling. Three ounces is eighteen dumplings, which is enough for her to eat her fill.

"Okay, please wait a moment."

The dumplings are made fresh in the kitchen, and there are four people in the store who make dumplings. Even though the store is crowded, Ning Yan's dumplings are served quickly.

The bright red chili peppers, with a slightly sweet vinegar flavor, and the bowl also contains cilantro and dried shrimp, smell incredibly delicious.

After stirring it a couple of times with a spoon, Ning Yan officially started eating.

The dumpling wrappers are thin and even, the filling is generous, and most importantly, the sour soup is delicious. No wonder Aunt Wang's house is always packed with customers.

Just then, an old woman carrying a satchel and a teacup came in through the door. "Boss, could you give me some?"

Aunt Wang just came out of the kitchen, took out a ten-yuan note from the drawer, walked to the door and handed it to the old lady, saying, "Are you hungry? Would you like me to make you a bowl of dumplings?"

The old lady repeatedly clasped her hands and bowed to express her gratitude, saying, "May the boss make a fortune, may the boss have abundant wealth and good health."

"Would you like some lamb?"

"Eat, eat!"

As she spoke, the old lady handed over her teacup. Aunt Wang took it and smiled, "Please wait a moment, I won't offer you a seat, there really are no seats left."

There were indeed no seats available in the store.

The old lady quickly waved her hand, "No, no, I can't let you have your business inconvenient."

One of the guests said, "Aunt Wang, you're being too generous. Other families would only give a beggar fifty cents or a dollar at most."

The two middle-aged men at Ning Yan's table were not surprised by this. "Aunt Wang is doing this to accumulate good karma."

Ning Yan asked curiously, "Uncle, what's going on?"

The uncle with the mustache watched as Aunt Wang went into the kitchen and whispered, "You don't know, Aunt Wang has a sick child at home. He's in his mid-twenties but has the mental capacity of a child only a few years old. She said, she said she'd help as many people as she could, and she wasn't afraid of being scammed. It's just a waste of a bowl of rice. If she really helps someone, then she's doing her son a good deed."

The original owner had never heard of this in her previous life, and had no memory of it. It was probably because she stayed in the kitchen every day, and Aunt Wang was unwilling to talk about her family affairs.

Soon, Aunt Wang came out carrying a large tea mug full of dumplings, handed it to the old lady guarding the door, and also gave her a pair of disposable chopsticks.

"Good deeds are rewarded, thank you so much, sister."

Aunt Wang smiled and turned around. Ning Yan saw a fleeting sadness in her eyes, probably because she was thinking of her child.

The old lady took her food out, but she didn't go far. She sat on the steps at the entrance of the restaurant, slowly eating from her large teacup. Through the transparent glass door, all that could be seen was the old lady's slightly hunched back.

In modern society, no one believes that anyone is truly starving, and no one pities those who beg for money, because those beggars might actually be richer than most people.

But there are also people who genuinely need help.

Ning Yan finished a bowl of sour soup dumplings and left satisfied. The old lady at the door had just finished her big vat of dumplings. She turned around, glanced into the shop, bowed slightly, and then left.

Ning Yan watched, and didn't go into any more shops nearby. She walked to the end of the street, turned a corner, and disappeared around the bend.

Ning Yan also turned around and strode away.

When I returned home in the evening, the Ning family of three was already back. They were whispering and discussing something, and it seemed like they were really planning to set up a food cart.

However, these three were too formal. When they saw Ning Yan return, they all shut up, as if the previous discussions were just Ning Yan's imagination.

Zhang Huaihua couldn't help but ask, "You haven't been home all day, where have you been?"

"I finished my medicine and went to the hospital to get more, but unfortunately, I didn't have any money."

Mom, what am I going to do in the future? This illness hurts so much that I feel like chopping up two pieces of trash to relieve the pain if I don't take medicine.

"Mom, if I do anything outrageous in the future, please don't be angry. It's all because of this illness!"

Ning Qiang looked horrified. Did this mean Ning Yan was going to come to his bedside to sharpen the kitchen knife again tonight?

He was certain he had locked the door before going to bed last night. Ning Yan was terrifying!

Ning Shiya and his wife were going crazy. "Damn it, you got cancer and it's become your get-out-of-jail-free card, isn't it?"

Blaming everything on illness? Don't try to fool me into thinking I don't know the law. Even if you kill someone because you have cancer, you'll still be imprisoned!

Ning Yan: Heh, today's trip wasn't a waste; I even learned something. I should ask someone knowledgeable about this.

"Do you know that even if I'm sentenced, someone with late-stage cancer like me will still need to be released on medical parole, and my family will have to pay for that!"