"A male prostitute?"
"Isn't that just male prostitution?"
"No wonder he was born with such a handsome appearance."
"If he's into this kind of business, why isn't he staying in a brothel, but instead coming to Guangrentang?"
...
Listening to the whispers around him, Song Huai saw that Shen Qiyin's expression was cold and aloof, and she was no longer as indifferent as before. He felt a sense of satisfaction.
He became even more smug and said, "Let me tell you, this Doctor Sanwa is the top courtesan at Green Apple Pavilion!"
“If you’re not rich and powerful, you’d hardly ever get to see him. No wonder none of you recognize him.”
"However, it's also possible that you only recognize his butt and not his face, hahaha..."
Sanwa stood with his head down, his expression having changed from panic to deathly stillness.
She found out after all...
Everyone knows now.
His past was revealed to the world in such a humiliating way.
But in fact, Shen Xiyin had already guessed it.
He would sometimes come to the clinic with injuries of varying degrees; Shen Qiyin could sometimes see his neck, and sometimes his arms.
At first they asked, but seeing that Sanwa was evasive and clearly didn't want to talk about it, she suddenly remembered that she had seen similar marks on the sisters in Xunxiang Pavilion, so she stopped asking.
About two months ago, shortly before Shen Qiyin's rebirth, Dazhuang took Chunsheng up the mountain to collect herbs, leaving her alone in the clinic.
Sanwa suddenly appeared.
His condition was clearly off that day.
He had a gloomy demeanor and reeked of alcohol.
Shen Qiyin was worried, so she paid attention to his movements. Sure enough, after a while, she saw him pull out a dagger from somewhere and slash his own face!
Fortunately, she stopped her in time.
Perhaps seeing that she had injured her hand, Sanwa temporarily abandoned his thoughts of self-harm.
He said something to her that day.
"Senior sister, I hate my face...it's disgusting..."
At that time, Shen Qiyin had some vague guesses about his experiences, but she was not sure.
She wanted to help him, but Sanwa kept his secret and refused to speak up, so she didn't dare to interfere rashly, fearing that her self-righteous help would become another kind of harm to him.
It wasn't until a few days ago, when Song Huai called him "Huiguang," that she confirmed her suspicions, considering everything that had happened before.
In the past, Anling and Longyang were prosperous places.
The peach and plum blossoms are delicate and beautiful, shining brightly.
...
Hand in hand, we await our love; we have shared clothes since time immemorial.
We wish to be a pair of birds, soaring side by side.
We pledged our vows in ink and brush, that we would never forget each other.
This poem was originally a ode to love between men.
So she knew then that her junior brother was a male prostitute.
However, Sanwa himself was unaware of this.
Listening to Song Huai's arrogant laughter and the whispers of those around him, he was momentarily transported back to Green Apple Pavilion.
Back then, he was just like he is now, standing in the center of the crowd, accepting everyone's opinions and judgments.
The only difference is that he is wearing clothes today.
But Song Huai's lewd eyes and lewd laughter still made him feel like he had been stripped naked and exposed to the public.
Sanwa felt a chill run through his body and trembled uncontrollably, just like after each time he entertained a customer. His stomach churned, and he felt disgusted by everyone around him.
Of course, the most disgusting thing is himself.
Just as Sanwa was sinking into deep self-loathing, Shen Qiyin suddenly called out, "Sanwa."
Her voice was as gentle and calm as ever, with a light tone that inexplicably brought a sense of peace to the listener.
"Senior sister..." I'm sorry.
Sanwa's voice was hoarse, and his hands were clenched into fists so tightly that his knuckles were turning white.
I'm sorry, I'm so filthy.
But please, please don't... don't look down on me, because I only have you all left...
But Sanwa dared not say such a thing.
With his lowly status and sinful origins, any further involvement between him and her would only cause her trouble.
He unconsciously took a step back in the direction of Shen Xiyin.
But Shen Qiyin stepped forward and said calmly, "If someone hates themselves, it makes those who care about them seem stupid."
"Are you going to turn Senior Brother, Chunsheng, and all of us into idiots?"
Sanwa suddenly looked up: "Senior Sister..."
Shen Qiyin stared into his bewildered eyes and said in a voice only the two of them could hear, "I have discussed medical techniques with you, but it seems I have never shared my principles of conduct with you."
"Even if I suffer a temporary setback and am pushed into the gutter, I will not just stand there crying, because cowardly and humiliating tears will not win the enemy's sympathy, but will only excite them."
"The right thing to do is to drag him down with him."
"Even if we can't pull him, we'll still get him covered in mud so we can all rot and stink together."
"Watch closely." After saying that, Shen Qiyin turned to face Song Huai, who was standing to the side, and asked him calmly, "You just said that my junior brother is the top courtesan of Green Apple Pavilion. May I ask, Young Master Song, what kind of place is Green Apple Pavilion?"
Song Huai laughed lewdly: "You're a young lady, how dare you ask such questions? Aren't you ashamed?"
Shen Qiyin looked puzzled: "What? Is it a place that would make people feel embarrassed?"
"But I noticed that you looked perfectly normal when you mentioned it. Could it be that you have a thicker skin than me?"
“You…” Song Huai’s forehead twitched: “Stop trying to talk your way out of this!”
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