Xu Qiudong walked into the room and set up a simple bed at the end of the bed.
When Song Chiyou went in and saw this scene, he was so moved that he almost cried.
He was originally a homeless man, but he didn't expect to meet such a good person who was willing to take him in, take care of him, and treat him so well.
"Thank you."
Xu Qiudong waved his hand nonchalantly and said, "It's already late. Go take a shower and go to bed. I'll take you to town tomorrow to get some medicine."
Song Chiyou lowered his head and said, "No need. I know my illness and it's okay without medicine."
You won't die if you don't take the medicine, you'll just feel a little uncomfortable.
However, Xu Qiudong insisted on taking Song Chiyou to the town clinic for treatment.
"Be obedient and take medicine when you are sick."
"All right."
Song Chiyou knew that his illness could not be cured and it would be a waste of money.
Song's mother was tricked into going to the casino in order to borrow money for him to buy medicine, and she became addicted to gambling.
The next day, at dawn, Song Chiyou got up stealthily, but was caught by Xu Qiudong as soon as he went out.
"What are you doing?"
Song Chiyou turned around, tears already streaking down her delicate little face. "I don't want to burden you. My illness is incurable. I don't want you to spend your whole life busying yourself with my illness. You deserve better."
Xu Qiudong sighed lightly, walked over and put his coat on him, and said, "You are not in good health and cannot be exposed to the wind. Go back to the house first."
Song Chiyou followed him in, sat down on the edge of the bed, and said, "Please let me go. I don't want to be a burden to you."
Xu Qiudong comforted him softly, "Don't worry too much. Your illness isn't that serious. Just take medicine every day and you'll be fine."
Song Chiyou didn't believe Xu Qiudong's words. He said, "Don't lie to me. I know my own illness. From childhood to adulthood, many doctors have said that my disease is incurable. The doctors said that I can only rely on medicinal herbs to stay alive. I don't want to drag you down, so I won't treat it!"
"I still have a few more years left in my body. I just want to repay you well in these few years. Please don't do these things for me anymore, okay?"
Song Chiyou's humble pleading really made Xu Qiudong feel distressed.
She said, "You have to believe me, your illness is not serious. Last time I took you to a clinic in town. The doctor there is very good. She said in person that your illness is nothing serious."
Perhaps Xu Qiudong was too sincere, or perhaps Song Chiyou had been praying in his heart, and Song Chiyou gradually believed her words.
"Really?"
"Of course it's true. If you don't believe it, let's go to town today and ask her in person."
"Um."
Finally, Song Chiyou was persuaded to come back. Xu Qiudong covered him with a quilt and said, "Okay, you can sleep for a while. I'll go to the village to borrow a carriage so that we can travel more comfortably today."
"Thank you for being so nice to me." Song Chiyou held Xu Qiudong's hand and said sincerely.
Xu Qiudong patted his hand gently and said, "Don't think too much. Go to sleep for a while."
"Um."
Song Chiyou slept until noon. He woke up feeling a little embarrassed, and saw Xu Qiudong busy in the kitchen, which made him feel even more ashamed.
"I usually get up very early. Maybe I wasn't feeling well this time." Song Chiyou made this excuse awkwardly.
He was afraid that Xu Qiudong would think he was lazy.
Xu Qiudong smiled slightly, concealing the sharpness on his face, and said, "It's okay, come over and have dinner. We'll go to town in the afternoon."
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