Before Ren Zhongyuan could come to his senses, the little hand disappeared, and a round plastic box appeared in his hand.
"Ren Zhongyuan, this is a scar-removing ointment. After Aunt Qiuyu's wound has healed, ask her to apply it once in the morning and once in the evening. After ten days or so, the scar will disappear." Zhou Yuanyuan pointed at the small box in Ren Zhongyuan's hand and whispered.
When they came to the hospital earlier, Zhou Yuanyuan knew Chen Qiuyu had a forehead injury, so she asked Xiaoyu to mix a box of scar-removing ointment. Anything Xiaoyu made was a top-notch product. Zhou Yuanyuan knew that with this ointment, Chen Qiuyu's face would definitely be intact.
Zhou Yuanyuan didn't dare use her spiritual energy to heal Chen Qiuyu's wound. Firstly, Chen Qiuyu's injuries weren't serious, so there was no need. Secondly, Zhou Yuanyuan didn't want anyone else to know about her status as a cultivator, aside from her family. Thirdly, Zhou Yuanyuan hesitated after overhearing Chen Qiuyu and Ren Dahai's conversation in the hospital room about divorce. If Chen Qiuyu and Ren Dahai really did want to divorce, the wound on her forehead might actually come in handy!
Chen Qiuyu's wound hadn't healed yet, so the ointment couldn't be used yet. Zhou Yuanyuan had originally thought of giving it to Chen Qiuyu in a few days, but she was afraid Ren Zhongyuan would worry. After all, Zhou Yuanyuan knew that when Chen Qiuyu removed the gauze, the wound on his head would be very ugly.
"Yuanyuan, thank you." Ren Zhongyuan clutched the small round box, his heart overflowing with gratitude. He couldn't think of any other words besides "thank you." If Zhou Yuanyuan hadn't reminded him, Ren Zhongyuan wouldn't have even considered scar removal. His mother was beautiful, and she certainly wouldn't want a scar on her forehead to make her look ugly.
"I'm leaving! Call me if you have anything." Zhou Yuanyuan waved her hand, turned around and left.
After Ren Zhongyuan watched Zhou Yuanyuan's back disappear from his sight, he turned around and saw the burly figure leaning against the door.
"Dad." Ren Zhongyuan murmured, feeling a little guilty. Ren Zhongyuan knew that every time he saw Zhou Yuanyuan, he would involuntarily reveal his true emotions. Just now, his father... probably didn't see the reluctance in his eyes, right?
"Xiaoyuan, let's talk?" Ren Dahai looked at his son who was not much shorter than him and made an invitation.
Over the years, Ren Dahai had been so busy that he'd missed out on many moments of his son's growth. Hearing his son and wife complain about him filled him with guilt. Ren Zhongyuan was eighteen years old, and it seemed like they'd never had a chance to sit down and talk properly together.
"Okay, should we sit here? Or should we find somewhere else?" Ren Zhongyuan pointed to the bench outside the ward door and asked Ren Dahai what he thought. Ren Zhongyuan wanted to make one last effort. If, after he said what he wanted to say, his father still defended those people back home as usual, he would support his mother in getting a divorce and let Ren Dahai be his "filial son and grandson" alone. He and his mother would no longer accompany him.
"Just sit over here!" Ren Dahai pointed to the bench. If Chen Qiuyu wasn't still in the hospital, Ren Dahai would have really wanted to go have a drink with his son. Now, they could only wait nearby so that Chen Qiuyu wouldn't be left without anyone to look for.
At General Zhou's house, General Zhou and Zhou Zhixin stayed in the study for more than an hour before coming out.
On the way home with Zhao Yunxiang, Zhou Zhixin listened to what Zhao Yunxiang said about the recent events in Ren Dahai's family. Somehow, Zhou Zhixin felt a little uneasy.
Zhou Zhixin himself came from the countryside and was well aware of rural superstition. It was common for families to not take someone sick with a fever to the hospital but instead pay a fortune teller to "exorcise" them. It was also common for families to invite a fortune teller to perform a ritual when someone was seriously ill.
There are even cases where a child who has been weak and sickly since birth is sent to a temple to become a monk for a few years when he is three or four years old, and then taken home when he grows up. However, I have never heard of sending an adult grandson to become a monk to "change the fortunes" of the family.
What's more, Ren Dahai was an officer. Generally speaking, he was the type of person that sorcerers, shamans, monks, and Taoist priests would avoid. Popular superstition held that soldiers possessed inherent righteousness, and thus didn't require superstitious tactics.
Zhou Zhixin smelled something unusual from Chen Qiuyu's injury.
Zhou Zhixin told General Zhou about the doubts in his heart, and General Zhou's words made Zhou Zhixin suddenly enlightened.
General Zhou said, "If there are hidden dangers, we must eliminate them. If there are doubts, we must verify them. This concerns mid-level officers in the army, so even the smallest family matter must be treated as a major event."
Zhou Zhixin was in the study and made several phone calls in front of General Zhou.
Following Zhou Zhixin's instructions, the people below quickly took action. Ren Laonian and Ren Xiaohua were secretly monitored, and the small Hongqi Village came into the eyes of many people with ulterior motives.
Chen Sanjiang stood in front of the door of the "Qingxin" bar, and a hint of hesitation flashed through his mind.
Chen Sanjiang knew that as long as he took a step forward, the Yushan Sect would become a thing of the past for him from then on.
But if he doesn't take this step, death may be waiting for him.
The "Qingxin" bar is one of the bases of the Loose Cultivator Alliance in the secular world for the past two years. If Chen Sanjiang hadn't been desperate, he wouldn't have come here.
As an inner disciple of the Yushan Sect, Chen Sanjiang, while not a high-ranking member of the sect, received two bottles of elixir and one spirit stone each month as cultivation resources. Furthermore, Chen Sanjiang was diligent and honest, and even compared to the former head of the Yushan Sect, Taoist Lingyun, he was considered a top-tier sect elite.
Unfortunately, a new emperor appoints new ministers. After the current leader came to power, Chen Sanjiang's life became difficult.
Chen Sanjiang had gone through countless hardships, endured hardships that ordinary people could not endure, and endured hardships that ordinary people could not endure, before he cultivated to the current foundation-building stage. He could not die, he wanted to keep his life to pursue the great way.
After making up his mind, Chen Sanjiang stamped his feet and reached out to push open the door of the "Qingxin" bar.
Perhaps it was still dark in the bar, not even a single light was on. Chen Sanjiang's eyesight was such that he could see clearly without the need for sunlight.
"Sir, I'm sorry, it's closed hours now. Please come back at 7pm." A soft voice sounded, and the person who appeared at the door as the voice came was Yun Shang, the beautiful girl from the "Qingxin" bar.
Looking at the voluptuous, yet pure, beauty Yun Shang, Chen Sanjiang felt a surge of vigilance. When had the Loose Cultivator Alliance colluded with the demon race? Judging from her appearance, she looked like a recently transformed golden-haired rat.
Chen Sanjiang was filled with doubts, and the pressure on his body could not help but be released.
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