"Why shouldn't I be afraid? Yang Pinquan, as a street urchin in society, haven't you heard of this saying?"

"Those who are barefoot are not afraid of those who wear shoes!"

"I have nothing now, I am even homeless, and I am penniless. Do you think your threats will work on me?"

"You destroyed everything I had. How could I let grandma think you were a good grandson until she died? You kept me in the dark about everything."

"And when you did these beastly things for money, did you ever think about what would happen to others? Could they bear it? Would they commit suicide because of it?"

"Your grandmother is a human being, but other people's parents, brothers and sisters are not human beings? Do you think you can do whatever you want?"

Ye Qingtao's repeated questioning made Yang Pinquan speechless, feeling guilty.

"I don't care. If you dare to let my grandma know, the consequences will be serious!"

Yang Pinquan acted like a rogue and started threatening Ye Qingtao directly in person.

"I don't care what the consequences are. If you offend me, the consequences will be just as serious!"

Ye Qingtao was not afraid of him at all. Yang Pinquan walked forward angrily and tried to strangle her neck.

Ye Qingtao threw a stone directly over. Her aim was very good and the stone hit Yang Pinquan's shoulder right. He took two steps back in pain.

Ye Qingtao raised his hand high again, still holding a stone in his hand.

Yang Pinquan stepped forward again in disbelief, and Ye Qingtao threw the stone accurately onto his other shoulder.

Now not only did Yang Pinquan's shoulders become symmetrical, but they also felt slightly numb.

"What did you do to me?"

"Has anyone ever told you that I'm actually a good doctor?"

"I know your grandma is already terminally ill, and you have been trying to find a way to treat her in order to prolong her life."

Ye Qingtao suddenly mentioned her grandmother, and Yang Pinquan's expression suddenly changed.

"Don't meddle in my family's affairs. What does this have to do with you?"

"I also know that you spent a lot of money and took your grandmother to see doctors everywhere, but there was no particularly obvious effect."

Ye Qingtao ignored his cold words and continued speaking.

Yang Pinquan's expression became more and more ugly. If he hadn't been concerned about the stone in her hand, he would have rushed forward to hit her.

"I told you to shut up, can't you hear me?"

Yang Pinquan's sudden roar of rage exposed his panic.

Ye Qingtao didn't shut up, but continued talking.

"If I have a medicine that can save your grandma a lot of pain, are you willing to sell out the people behind you for this medicine?"

Ye Qingtao said what she had always wanted to say.

The furious Yang Pinquan suddenly calmed down, and he looked at her in astonishment.

"What did you say?"

"I went to your house yesterday and checked your grandmother's pulse. I also know her specific condition."

"The old lady is too old to have surgery, so her disease is definitely incurable."

"But I am sure that after taking my medicine, her lungs will feel better and she won't cough up blood easily like before."

"What did you say? My grandma coughed up blood? When did she cough up blood?"

"Every time you go shopping for groceries, your grandma will stay at the door and knit sweaters. She will cough up blood when the cold wind blows. I saw it with my own eyes yesterday."

"If you don't believe me, you can go back earlier and hide behind the tree at the door and you will find out."

Yang Pinquan was a little shocked, but seeing Ye Qingtao's firm words, he finally chose to believe it.

He went to buy vegetables in silence and took a shortcut back.

This time he did not appear directly in front of his grandmother, but hid quietly behind a tree.

I could hear grandma's clear coughing from a long distance away, and she coughed and finally spit out a mouthful of blood.

Yang Pinquan clenched his fists tightly, with his nails digging into his palms.

Even though his palms were scratched and bleeding, he still stood there motionless.

Ye Qingtao took out a small bottle of secret pear paste from her pocket and handed it over.

"Your grandma is a very good person, otherwise I would not have given you a chance. In addition to this method, I have a hundred other ways to make you live a life worse than death."

"Don't worry, there will be no problem with this medicine. Here is three days' supply. You can try it first. If it works well, come to this address to find me later."

"After all, everything you did was for your grandma, and I can solve this problem completely now. I believe we can sit down and have a frank talk."

Ye Qingtao didn't even look at Yang Pinquan's reaction, but directly stuffed the snow pear paste into his palm.

Yang Pinquan felt that he was being ignored, and he was so angry that he wanted to smash the small glass bottle in his hand.

At this moment, grandma coughed even more violently. Yang Pinquan's heart was tightened, and his anger was immediately extinguished.

He carried the vegetables in one hand and the secret pear paste in the other, and walked home almost dejectedly.

When grandma saw him coming back from afar, she immediately smiled.

She gently covered her mouth to stop herself from coughing.

Yang Pinquan reached out and patted her shoulder, and said to her gently: "Grandma, if you want to cough, just cough it out. You don't need to hide anything in front of me."

Grandma was immediately relieved, as she couldn't stop coughing.

She put one hand on her waist and the other on her chest, coughing violently.

At the end of her coughing, a mouthful of blood spurted out of her mouth.

"grandmother!"

Yang Pinquan shouted anxiously, and his grandmother raised her head and smiled weakly at him.

"Grandma is okay. Grandma will be fine. Grandma will always be by your side."

"Our Ah Quan hasn't married or had children yet, and grandma hasn't had a great-grandchild yet, so he definitely won't die."

Grandma was so anxious just now that she forgot to wipe the blood from the corner of her mouth.

"grandmother."

There was a cry in Yang Pinquan's voice. He quickly took out a handkerchief from his pocket and wiped the blood from the corner of his grandmother's mouth with trembling hands.

"Grandma, you'll be fine, you'll be fine!"

Yang Pinquan said firmly that if he had some hesitation at the beginning, now that he knew his grandmother was so seriously ill, he no longer had any hesitation.

Grandma didn't have much time left. She was very ill, and she had been enduring it in front of him so as not to make him worry.

Even if there is only a glimmer of hope now, he will try it regardless of the consequences.

Yang Pinquan clenched the small bottle in his hand, boiled a pot of water, and quickly made a cup of hot pear paste.

This snow pear cream has the aroma of snow pear and also the taste of medicine.

He is not a doctor and doesn't know what the mystery is.

Just by smelling the medicinal aroma emanating from the snow pear ointment, he felt inexplicably at peace.

This is real medicine, and it tastes like this.

Yang Pinquan handed the warm pear paste to his grandmother and watched her drink it eagerly.