Without answering Zhao Yiheng's question, Song Yueying lowered her head, seemingly deep in thought.

Zhao Yiheng looked at Qi Yanjue, who was sitting at the foot of the bed, hoping that he could say a word for him. Unfortunately, Qi Yanjue had no intention of speaking up for him, and his gaze was cold.

Moving closer to Qi Yanjue, Zhao Yiheng made a requesting gesture. Leaning towards Qi Yanjue, he covered his mouth with his hand and whispered, "What does her silence mean?"

"I don't know," Qi Yanjue replied in a low voice as well.

Zhao Yiheng glanced at him sideways, "Why don't you put in a good word for me?"

"I won't help." Qi Yanjue turned his head away and looked at Song Yueying, his attitude very clear.

Knowing that his friend had told Song Yueying about the dean's desire to buy the pills without consulting him, and that his friend was now refusing to speak up for him, Zhao Yiheng felt helpless.

It wasn't that he didn't want to discuss it with Qi Yanjue, but that he didn't have the time; he truly had his own difficulties.

He moved back to his original position and then gave Qi Yanjue a wink.

At first, he remained unmoved, but when Zhao Yiheng's eyes were practically twitching, Qi Yanjue finally moved. He didn't speak, but instead got up and walked to the low cabinet by the bedside.

When Qi Yanjue picked up the water glass that Song Yueying had casually placed on the low cabinet while taking the envelope, he tested the temperature before handing it to Song Yueying without saying a word.

Seeing the water glass that suddenly appeared in front of her, Song Yueying blinked and looked up.

Their eyes met in the air, and Qi Yanjue said, "It's almost noon. Have some water first, and I'll take you out for lunch later."

Thinking back to yesterday when the two of them went out for lunch and were caught in a heavy rainstorm and then attacked, Song Yueying shook her head and said, "Let's not go out for lunch."

"Why..." Qi Yanjue was about to ask why, but then he remembered the unpleasant thing that happened when the two of them went out to eat yesterday, so he softly replied "okay".

Hearing his agreement, Song Yueying knew that he had also thought about what happened yesterday, so she didn't say anything more.

"Thank you." After thanking him, Song Yueying reached out and took the water glass he offered.

"You're welcome." With that, Qi Yanjue walked back to the foot of the bed and sat down.

"Is that all?" Zhao Yiheng looked at Qi Yanjue in astonishment, then at Song Yueying. An indescribable feeling welled up from the bottom of his heart.

After taking a sip of water, Song Yueying looked up at Zhao Yiheng and said, "Dr. Zhao, I think you should first ask the hospital director what kind of effective pills he wants to buy from me."

"Is there any difference?" Zhao Yiheng asked, looking puzzled.

“There are definitely differences,” Song Yueying explained casually. “As I said before, the pills I make are distinguished by color.”

"Different colored pills have different therapeutic effects."

"Different input costs will naturally result in different selling prices."

"Of course," Zhao Yiheng said understandingly, then asked, "Were the green pills you sold to Will expensive?"

Why bring up the matter of her selling pills to Wei'er again? Song Yueying frowned and answered without thinking, "Whether it's expensive or not is up to you to decide."

Will is a rich man, and no matter how expensive her pills are, Will won't think they're too expensive.

Similarly, if a person with no money comes to buy her pills, even if she offers a very low price, that person will still feel it is expensive.

Even if she gave it to him for free, he might still suspect that she cut corners when making the pills.

This is because people at different levels have different levels of thinking.

Zhao Yiheng remained silent.

Song Yueying added, "There's one more thing I need to make clear first: any pills you buy from me must be used correctly. Don't try anything shady."

"If you try to make a huge profit from my pills and I find out, don't blame me for being ruthless."

“That’s for sure. Who would be so unethical as to buy your pills and resell them for huge profits?” Zhao Yiheng felt that the situation Song Yueying described was unlikely to occur.

"The fact that you can say that shows you don't understand how terrifying human nature can be." Song Yueying turned to look at Qi Yanjue and asked, "Do you think so too?"

Qi Yanjue immediately shook his head, "I'm more realistic than him."

Song Yueying smiled with satisfaction and nodded, saying, "Realism is good; realistic people are less likely to be deceived."

"Hey, you two have gone too far!" Zhao Yiheng protested, dissatisfied. "Can't we just talk things out? Why do you have to resort to personal attacks?"

It's as if he's unrealistic and easily fooled.

With his temper, why would they need to resort to personal attacks? Qi Yanjue was too lazy to pay him any attention.

Song Yueying ignored Zhao Yiheng's protest and held up one finger and shook it.

"What do you mean by this 'one'?" Zhao Yiheng asked.

“I’m not asking for one, I’m asking for a hundred.” Song Yueying smiled happily. “Didn’t you ask me how much I’d ​​charge Will for the pills?”

"I'll offer one hundred yuan."

"One hundred yuan?" Zhao Yiheng swallowed hard and asked weakly, "One hundred yuan for one hundred pills?"

Song Yueying's face immediately darkened, and she looked at him unhappily, "What kind of good idea are you thinking? You want to buy me a hundred pills for a hundred dollars? What kind of dream are you having?"

"That's 100 yuan for 10 pills?" Zhao Yiheng said, somewhat incredulous. It was too expensive, really too expensive!

Song Yueying didn't want to waste any more words with him, so she said directly, "One hundred yuan per pill. Will bought ten green pills from me."

"How...how much?" Zhao Yiheng stared wide-eyed in astonishment.

Song Yueying knew that Zhao Yiheng had heard her words clearly, and suddenly she didn't want to talk to him anymore.

Qi Yanjue was also surprised. He never expected that Song Yueying would sell Will pills for 100 yuan each.

Even at such an exorbitant price, Will bought ten pills at once. By that calculation, she made a thousand dollars off Will with just ten pills.

One thousand yuan is an amount that an average working-class family couldn't earn in two years without eating or drinking. Farmers in the countryside might not earn one thousand yuan in their entire lives.

"A hundred yuan a pill is too expensive, too expensive." As soon as he finished speaking, Zhao Yiheng suddenly remembered the five white pills that Song Yueying had just given him.

"Wait, you just said that the green pills are basic medicine, right?"

“That’s right.” Song Yueying nodded.

Zhao Yiheng then asked, "The green pills are basic medicine, and the white pills are healing medicine. How much do you plan to sell each white pill for?"

"How much are you planning to spend per pill to buy me?" Song Yueying asked instead of answering.

This question stumped both Qi Yanjue and Zhao Yiheng. They exchanged a glance, unsure how to respond.

The ward fell silent for a moment.

"Why don't you two discuss it?" Song Yueying suggested, thoughtfully giving them space since she was there and they might not be able to say certain things in front of her.

"I drank a bit too much water, I'm going to the restroom." After saying that, Song Yueying put the water glass on the low cabinet, got up and walked towards the door of the ward.

Qi Yanjue subconsciously stood up, but Zhao Yiheng pressed his shoulder down and made him sit back on the hospital bed.

Watching Song Yueying's figure disappear through the ward door, Qi Yanjue frowned and looked at Zhao Yiheng, asking bluntly, "We've already discussed this before, what else is there to discuss?"

“Of course we can discuss it,” Zhao Yiheng said. “One hundred yuan for just one pill, don’t you think her pills are expensive?”

"It is very expensive." Qi Yanjue had no argument on this point, but human life is more precious. "Even the most expensive pills have a price, but the lives of our comrades are priceless."

That makes so much sense, he had no rebuttal. Zhao Yiheng gave Qi Yanjue a thumbs up.

"The deposit I gave her was all the money I had on me, less than five hundred yuan in total..." Zhao Yiheng sighed, "It's not even enough to buy five pills."

"Our unit is so poor, we don't know how much money we can get to buy the pills."

Qi Yanjue had already thought about this problem, and he was also struggling with it.

On the other side.

To give Qi Yanjue and Zhao Yiheng more time to discuss things, Song Yueying went to the restroom and then took a stroll outside before returning to the ward.

Her gaze swept across their faces. Qi Yanjue remained expressionless, while Zhao Yiheng looked troubled. Song Yueying immediately guessed what they were arguing about—it was nothing more than money.

After sitting down, she deliberately asked, "Have you two come to an agreement?"

The two nodded in unison.

Zhao Yiheng said, "We definitely want it to be as cheap as possible, but your basic green medicine costs 100 yuan per pill. Aren't your white healing medicines even more expensive?"

Song Yueying shook her head, "The white healing medicine is cheaper than the green basic medicine."

Upon hearing Song Yueying say that the white healing medicine was cheaper than the green basic medicine, Zhao Yiheng's eyes lit up, but then dimmed again.

Even if it's cheaper, it certainly won't be much cheaper. Even if the price is cut in half, it's still fifty yuan a pill, which they still can't afford.

"How much cheaper?" Qi Yanjue asked directly.

He was torn. On one hand, he hoped Song Yueying could sell more pills to the army to save more lives. On the other hand, he didn't want Song Yueying to suffer a loss. He was really torn.

“We’ll discuss it after the pills are made.” Song Yueying turned her gaze to Zhao Yiheng. “You said before that the dean wanted to buy my pills. Why don’t you go and ask the dean what kind of pills he plans to buy?”

Zhao Yiheng said dejectedly, "I don't think the dean can afford any kind of medicine."

Song Yueying smiled and reassured him, "Don't worry, the price of a hundred yuan a pill is the price we sell it to Will. It's not that expensive for you."

"Really?" Zhao Yiheng asked in surprise.

Seeing that his emotions were written all over his face, a completely different personality from Qi Yanjue's, Song Yueying smiled and said, "If you don't believe me, then I'll just sell them for a hundred yuan each."

"No, no, no, don't joke like that." Zhao Yiheng immediately begged for mercy, even playing the family card, "We're all on the same side, we're revolutionary comrades, you can't say such hurtful things."

"Stop talking nonsense. Go ask the dean if he still wants to buy my pills, and while you're at it, check if those people have woken up yet." Song Yueying shooed her away.

"Okay, I'll go ask the dean now." Zhao Yiheng turned and left decisively.

He also wanted to tell the dean as soon as possible that Song Yueying's pills were ridiculously expensive.

Zhao Yiheng went out, and Song Yueying turned to look at Qi Yanjue. He had his head down, so she couldn't see his expression. But she could sense that he was very conflicted, very conflicted.

"Qi Yanjue, what are you thinking about?" Song Yueying asked.

Qi Yanjue looked up at her, meeting her questioning gaze, and couldn't express the inner turmoil he felt.

"I was thinking..." Qi Yanjue paused, then continued, "Once those people wake up, they will definitely try their best to spread the word about what happened in the alley."

"At that time, not only you, but even our mother may be in danger."

“Those people are capable of betraying national interests, so they naturally have no humanity left. In addition, the enemy is in the dark while we are in the light, so even if the public security and military have intervened in the investigation, there is no guarantee that the information will not be leaked.”

"Moreover, I must find out whether the people who attacked me this time are the same group as those who attacked me last time."

Song Yueying hadn't thought this far ahead before, but after hearing Qi Yanjue's analysis, she frowned.

She genuinely hadn't considered the consequences of getting involved. Therefore, she didn't bother with disguise; those people had seen her face, making it easy to investigate her.

She didn't know if the people who attacked Qi Yanjue this time were the same group who attacked him last time.

But she was certain that both groups had seen what she looked like.

Those people will definitely spread the news after they wake up. Similarly, the people she let go last time must have already spread the news.

Song Yueying had always wanted to avoid trouble, but she never expected to unwittingly stir up such a mess. She now deeply regrets it; if only she had known she would leave behind such a seed of disaster…

They should have used lethal gas weapons back then to kill them all.

Seeing the fierce look in her eyes, Qi Yanjue was taken aback and asked, "What are you thinking about?"

"I was thinking..." Song Yueying changed the subject, her eyes crinkling with laughter, "Those people have all suffered retribution and will be left with disabilities in the future, which makes me feel much more at ease."

She felt much relieved. Did she really need to feel relieved? Qi Yanjue looked at Song Yueying speechlessly.

Seeing her smiling eyes crinkle, Qi Yanjue knew she wasn't telling the truth, but he still asked, almost as if possessed, "I heard those people were seriously injured, are you happy about that?"

"Of course I'm happy." Making no attempt to hide her schadenfreude, Song Yueying smiled brightly, her eyebrows slightly raised. "Aren't you happy?"

She didn't care whether he was happy or not; as long as she was happy, that was all that mattered.

She did it herself, and she knew better than anyone what would happen to those people in the future.

When she rushed to the alley in the rain, all she wanted was to get Qi Yanjue out safely. She didn't think about what to do to those people, but they actually wanted to kill her too.

Then you can't blame her for being ruthless.

A person who isn't ruthless can't stand firm. She understood from a very young age how painful the price of being too soft-hearted could be.

She never dared to forget the bloody lesson.

"Oh, right, there's one more thing I forgot to tell you." Qi Yanjue looked at Song Yueying, his already deep eyes growing even darker. "Those people's weapons are all gone."

Song Yueying's brow twitched. She had been careless.

She didn't expect to be discovered when she took everything. Looking back, it was so stupid; with so many things missing, how could she not be found out?

Composing herself, Song Yueying asked in a nonchalant tone, "Where did it go?"

Qi Yanjue was speechless. She was truly the most easygoing girl he had ever met. In just a few days, she had been caught up in two assassination attempts. Not only was she not frightened to death, but she also saved him both times.