His voice was deep, dry, and hoarse. His face also looked somewhat disheveled, with some of his combed-back hair falling down, and dark circles under his eyes, making him appear quite gloomy.
Xia Hewei frowned and looked at him warily. "What do you want with him? Where did you come from?"
Qin Yan put her luggage down at her feet, took out her phone and checked the location; it was in this village.
"I'm here to see my friend. Did you see six young people come here yesterday? I missed them and came to see them today. There was a girl among them with very long hair, part of which was cut diagonally at her cheeks. She had big eyes. I don't know if you've seen her before?"
Teacher Xia remained unmoved, mainly because this person looked rather intimidating. He looked him up and down, then asked...
"What's your relationship with her? Why are you only asking her?" His gaze was unfriendly. He was only describing one of the six people, which made it hard for him not to have doubts.
Qin Yan's face stiffened. After a moment of silence, he took out a photo album and showed it to Xia Hewei.
"She is my fiancée. Please take a look."
The photo album was full of pictures of Yun Nuan—sitting and reading, lying in the sun, building Lego. There were hundreds of them. He looked at them for a long time before returning the phone to Qin Yan.
The tone softened considerably.
"Let's go, keep up." Xia Hewei took the lead, and Qin Yan, his face lighting up with delight, stepped forward and spoke.
"Give me the things, and you can lead the way."
The old man's gaze lingered on his arm; it was indeed robust, but the two suitcases behind him were quite large. He snorted coldly.
"Don't underestimate this old man. You'd better keep up, or I won't be responsible if you get lost."
Qin Yan picked up two suitcases and walked steadily on the stone path. The old man also walked steadily, and the two of them carried heavy objects without panting.
They arrived at his doorstep shortly after. He pushed the door open and gestured for Qin Yan to come in.
Qin Yan followed without hesitation, carrying his luggage. Upon smelling the strong medicinal odor filling the room, he immediately recognized who was in front of him.
"Thank you, Teacher Xia."
A hint of surprise flashed in the old man's eyes, then he nodded in satisfaction, put the things in the kitchen, and came out to pour him some warm water.
"Sit down first, those babies haven't woken up yet."
Hearing that someone was there, he finally breathed a sigh of relief. The old man saw him but didn't say anything, instead just smiled and walked away. After a while, sounds came from upstairs, with slow, hesitant footsteps coming from the stairwell.
As the doorway drew nearer, Qin Yan's heart leaped into his throat, his gaze fixed on it. He even stood up, intending to step out, but then stopped himself.
His lips were pressed tightly together, and his dark eyes stared intently.
"Good morning, Teacher Xia." A soft voice greeted him, but before he could finish, a sound of vomiting came from behind him, startling the old man.
"Oh dear, why did you throw up?"
No sooner had one sound ended than another. Qin Yan could no longer hold back and grabbed a tissue and a water glass to go outside. He immediately saw Yun Nuan hunched over, vomiting into the trash can. Her hair was still uncombed, and she was wearing a cotton nightgown. Her hands were tightly gripping the trash can, and her whole body was trembling.
After Yun Nuan finished vomiting, her eyes were vacant. This feeling of vomiting until her intestines were completely emptied was... well, it had a certain...
The beauty of impending liberation.
The old man went from being nervous at first to gradually understanding her condition. Yun Nuan spoke in a daze.
"Oh dear, I've made a fool of myself." Still not quite in the zone, his first words made the old man blink and then turn to speak to the newcomer.
"Is she always like this? Is she always this humorous?"
Qin Yan quickly stepped forward to wipe her mouth with the things in his hands, and then handed her a glass of warm water, the same one that the old man had given her.
Then he turned around and replied to the old man, "I've made a fool of myself."
The old man waved his hand and went into the inner room. Then he started to boil some sugar water for Yun Nuan. She had been vomiting so early in the morning. She must have been tired and caught a cold yesterday. Judging from her condition, she would definitely have a low-grade fever or a high fever soon.
After rinsing her mouth, Yun Nuan stared blankly at Qin Yan. After a while, she rubbed her eyes and looked again, only to find him still standing there. Uncertainly, she touched her head, which felt a little cold.
She must have a fever, otherwise how could she have woken up and seen Qin Yan here?
"Oh no, I'm delirious from the fever." She quickly stood up and called out to the inner room of the main hall, "Teacher Xia, Teacher Xia, please check if I'm getting worse."
She turned to leave, but Qin Yan grabbed her arm, pulled her back, took off his coat and draped it over her shoulders, asking in a deep, gloomy voice...
Where do you want to go?
She muttered to herself, "Why would I go to the doctor? It's gotten worse again, it's all over."
He pinched her cheek helplessly, then tidied her disheveled hair. "You're doubting that I'm real. Yun Nuan, you can't be so heartless. You've forgotten me after just one night."
The old man stepped in at the opportune moment, interrupting their conversation, and stood at the doorway, calling out to the two who were still in a daze.
"Come over here quickly and take his pulse. He can't stand it any longer."
The old man reminded him, and he looked at her with a cold smile. He'd settle the score with her later; right now, getting medical treatment was the most important thing.
Various kinds of needles were already laid out on the living room table. Then the old man asked her to stretch out her hand, and he took her pulse for a while before looking at her tongue.
With a slight shake of his head, the atmosphere became serious. Yun Nuan was alright, still a bit dazed, and did whatever she was told. Qin Yan, on the other hand, had his brows furrowed deeply, his whole body tense.
He had just finished reading and turned around to see Qin Yan looking as serious as if it were a matter of life and death. He spoke speechlessly.
“The girl hasn’t said anything, why are you so serious? Relax, it’s a bit tricky, but it’s not untreatable.”
"Really?" Two voices rang out simultaneously, one soft and one loud, overlapping each other.
The old man picked up a pair of silver needles and began to find acupuncture points on her body, saying as he did so, "I'll give you some acupuncture to relieve the pain, and you'll drink some medicine later. You've probably already seen a doctor about your heart problem; it definitely requires surgery."
I'll take care of your other health issues to ensure a smooth surgery.
A few minutes later, Qin Yan put away the silver needles and brought out a bowl of medicinal soup from the kitchen. It was brewed by the old man earlier; it was dark and had a very strong medicinal smell.
Qin Yan blew on the tea and brought it to her lips, which she obediently drank. The old man, sipping his hot tea beside her, smiled broadly and exclaimed in praise...
"You're quite the girl, able to endure hardship. This medicine is extremely bitter, yet you didn't utter a sound. It's a good thing you weren't meant to die."
He didn't ask why the two of them came one after the other. Judging from their behavior outside, they must have had a fight. One didn't want to be a burden to the other, while the other was eager to stick to him. Love in this world is just so irrational.
After taking the medicine and finally regaining consciousness, Yun Nuan clearly realized that the person sitting in front of her was Qin Yan. She blinked her eyes.
"Didn't I leave you a letter? Why did you come here again?"
He grabbed a tissue from the side, this time pressing it forcefully against her lips and speaking menacingly.
"I'm sick!"
Yun Nuan shook her head and broke free from his hand, looking at him nervously, "Are you sick? What kind of sickness? I didn't know that."
He placed the bowl on the table, raised his chin, and looked at her with a dark expression. "You don't care about me, so why bother asking what's wrong with you? You came all this way here; you must be trying to drive me crazy!"
"I didn't," she weakly protested, her head bowed, avoiding Qin Yan's gaze. A sound came from upstairs, followed by creaking on the stairs.
The first voice, filled with surprise and fear, cried out, "President Qin!" Then came the second, the third...
"President Qin!"
"President Qin!"
"President Qin!"
"Qin..." "Stop, halt! Are you trying to summon a soul?" The old man interrupted their exclamations impatiently, then glared at their astonished faces and said to Qin Yan.
"You certainly have an air of authority; everyone treats you like a mouse before a cat."
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