Chapter 4, Simplicity and Clarity

Little did anyone know that Yang Qicheng was still lying in bed

Yang Jing carried the medicine and walked out of the clinic

There is a small white paper bag containing the registration certificate

The rough male voice glanced up and down with a sidelong look, "What about you? Do you know how much this bastard owes? Two hundred thousand! Not a penny of interest!"

Applying medication at the clinic will suffice, as I have matters to attend to tomorrow

Yang Qicheng stared at her, "Have you given the money?"

Yang Jing was startled, thinking that he had slept the entire day. Upon closer inspection, she noticed that the breakfast on the table was gone, and Yang Qicheng was also dressed.

Yang Jing still did not say a word

"It is not for you," Yang Qicheng turned his head away, "If it were someone else being bullied on my territory, I would not stand by and do nothing."

Yang Jing quickly blocked his hand, "I will do it!"

After half an hour, Yang Qicheng and the people from the tank successfully escaped and arrived at a safe location to tally their achievements

At that time, she only thought about getting out quickly, only thinking about buying fever-reducing medicine for Yang Qicheng as soon as possible. She did not think too much.

Yang Qicheng leaned silently against the car body, tearing off the vest soaked in blood.

After taking the medicine, I had a casual meal downstairs and returned to my room to continue sleeping. I slept until 2 PM, when I was awakened by a call from the jar.

eight thousand

A wound nearly one foot long, with the flesh turned inside out

Yang Jing hurriedly pulled the "rough male voice" and said, "Don't touch him."

Yang Jing pouted and said, "Brother Jar."

... ...

The breakfast on the table had long since gone cold. He took out a youtiao, chewed a couple of bites, and noticed a note lying beside him

It does not hurt

The four individuals fell silent for a moment

As soon as the words fell, something dripped onto the back.

Tonight the moon is even more beautiful, suspended in a sky devoid of any clouds, with moonlight flowing like water, spreading across the ground

As the sky darkened, Yang Jing sat in silence, occasionally startled by the sudden sound of a door being kicked open.

Half a bottle of potion, it will run out in ten minutes. Yang Qicheng pulled out the needle himself, twisted the cotton in the nearby plate, pressed it against the injection site, and said, "Let's go"

Yang Jing slightly raised her eyes, her lips slightly parted, but ultimately did not speak, "Cheng Ge has an infection and is running a high fever. I am going to the clinic to buy him some medicine"

Inside the house, Yang Qicheng's snoring is even and subtle

Yang Qicheng had a dark expression on his face, "I want to say that I hit five!"

... ... Stop dawdling! Hurry up and wipe!

There is a roll of gauze in the drawer, as well as alcohol, bring them over

Yang Jing sat on the edge of the bed and tentatively called out, "Brother Cheng."

The rough male voice weighed the cloth bag in his hand and said, "This time I'll let you off, but next time be more honest!" With a wave of his hand, he added, "Let's go, let's go, let's go! Time to wrap up and eat!" The four of them clustered together, shouting as they left.

I have two

Yang Jing looked coldly at the "rough male voice" and asked, "What is it?"

"Rough male voice" pulled her outward, "Stop the nonsense! Yang Qicheng, stop playing dead! Hurry up and pay back the money!"

Yang Jing only felt a sharp pain in her nerves as she forcefully pulled back the "rough male voice," saying, "Don't touch him!"

Only the moonlight, only the smoke slowly rising from Yang Qicheng's fingertips, only the gentle breeze, only the distant sounds, as if from another realm of worldly clamor

The jar laughed and said: "I single-handedly defeated three, my skills are still sharp!"

Upon arriving at the clinic and receiving the intravenous fluids, within half an hour, Yang Qicheng's fever subsided and he regained consciousness

Yang Qicheng turned around

Has someone come to see me today

Just as I was walking to the door, I suddenly saw four people coming from the end of the corridor

Yang Qicheng glanced at her and asked, "So how did you send him away?"

Yang Jing opened her mouth and said, "... What does a profit of 1 mean?"

"I am asking you, how much did you give?"

Yang Qicheng finished drinking and handed the cup to Yang Jing, saying, "Pour me some more."

Oh, I can't hold it in anymore—why is it you? Where did your mother go this time? To the King of Hell's palace?

Yang Qicheng, unable to contain his anger, slapped her on the head and said, "I called you an idiot, and you really are an idiot. What are you apologizing for?"

Yang Jing reached out and tapped his shoulder, yet there was still no response

Yang Jing nodded and handed the key to the jar

Yang Qicheng entered the room, sat down on the bed board, gritted his teeth for a moment, then looked up at Yang Jing and said, "Go fetch a basin of cold water."

No one can easily reject the sincere concern of others

Yang Jing hurriedly slammed the door shut, but the four individuals had already approached in response to the sound

Yang Jing walked to the door, crouched down, and took a glance outside through the gap beneath the door. She saw several pairs of legs standing in a row, and the people had not yet left.

I just ran into Old Yang's creditor at the alley, is everything alright

She struggled to turn Yang Qicheng over, and on his shoulder blade, blood had already seeped through his white shirt

Those who engage in usury do not expect to collect everything in one go; rather, they prefer to scrape together some interest month by month

"What is it?" A rough male voice kicked open the door and swaggered into the room, "I have come to collect the debt!"

Just arrived at the stairway, and collided head-on with the jar

Well, those four individuals from last time

Yang Jing shook her head, "I sent him away"

She opened the paper bag

Upon picking it up, I saw that it was written by Yang Jing: "Cheng Ge, wake up and go to the hospital to take a look, remember, remember!"

Finally finished wiping, she threw the towel into the bucket, and the clear water was immediately stained crimson

Gangzi was taken aback and hurriedly grabbed Yang Qicheng's shoulder, flipping him over.

Wiped it a bit and asked: "Does it hurt?"

Yang Jing hurriedly stepped back to the bedside, blocking Yang Qicheng behind her, "How much? I will pay it back for him!"

Yang Qicheng slept until noon.

In the afternoon after school, Yang Jing did not linger at school and returned home at the earliest opportunity

Yang Jing was preoccupied with Yang Qicheng's matter, unable to sleep soundly. She dozed off intermittently, and in a daze, she heard a knock on the door, which startled her awake, prompting her to quickly get up.

Just as she was about to get up, the door suddenly made a loud "thud," startling Yang Jing so much that she nearly fell over

Yang Jing exclaimed, "Brother Cheng, are you injured?"

Yang Jing hurriedly placed her palm on his forehead, which was burning hot. When she touched his neck, it was the same.

She poured the water from the thermos into the bucket, allowed it to cool, and then wiped Yang Qicheng's body. However, despite wiping him repeatedly, there was no sign of the fever subsiding.

How much did your mother leave you?

She was concerned about his injuries, but did not want to wake him. She quietly stood by the bed and watched him for a while, left a note on the table, and set off for school

She glanced back, and Yang Qicheng was sound asleep

Yang Jing slowly raised her eyes, "... but you have a fever, I am afraid you might die"

The jar rose up and stretched its muscles, "Old Yang, I ask you, are you capable or not? With inflammation and fever, how did you change your profession to become Lin Daiyu?"

Yang Jing had just walked out of the tube building when she heard someone from above calling her, "Don't buy the medicine! He needs to be sent for an IV drip, just wait a moment!"

"That's all there is, just one life left. Do you want it?"

Yang Jing lowered her eyes

Yang Jing fell silent

Yang Qicheng made a gesture with his palm

I will pay back the money for him! Is 8,000 enough?

At this moment, she truly feels wronged; no matter what she does, Yang Qicheng always scolds her

There is a registration photo inside, very old, with yellowed corners

I. What a serious matter? You should hurry and go, I will go check on Old Yang

The wound is on the scapula, grotesque and terrifying, the bleeding has stopped, and the back is covered with semi-dried bloodstains

Yang Qicheng turned over and said, "I will be right there."

Neither of the two spoke

Gongzi was taken aback, "Have they come to the door? Did they make a move? How is Old Yang?"

The people behind laughed heartily

Yang Qicheng thought for a moment and nodded, "Alright, I will owe you for the treat first"

Yang Qicheng let out a muffled groan unconsciously

Yang Jing took a deep breath and stepped forward to open the door

Nine thousand

Yang Qicheng paused for a moment and said, "I will go out first and wait for you outside"

Yang Qicheng was momentarily taken aback, unable to utter another word

What happened

Yang Jing got up early and bought breakfast for herself and Yang Qicheng. She returned to the tube building carrying soy milk and fried dough sticks, but Yang Qicheng had not yet woken up

For a moment, Yang Qicheng also felt that his words were a bit harsh, and his tone softened slightly, "Don't be so honest in the future. Those who collect debts don't dare to truly commit a crime. Just hold your ground; what can they do to you?"

Yang Qicheng fell silent, exhaling the smoke from his mouth, a surge of inexplicable anger rising within him, yet he did not know whom to be angry with. Under normal circumstances, it would take only four minutes to deal with such a matter. These four had been making a show of force, demanding from him for half a year, yet he had not returned a single cent.

A red curtain background, a girl with a ponytail, approximately fourteen or fifteen years old, with a delicate face, bright eyes, and a slight smile revealing a dimple on her cheek

The jar had a good laugh with the people, but did not see Yang Qicheng. Turning around, he asked, "What are you doing here all alone? Showing off?"

When they met, Yang Qicheng let out a hiss, and she also trembled her hand, "I am sorry"

After a moment, Yang Qicheng reached out to increase the flow rate.

How much was given

Yang Jing raised her eyes to take a glance, but did not stop it

The rough male voice immediately noticed the injury on Yang Qicheng's back and slapped it, exclaiming, "Ah! You've been hurt!"

Yang Jing opened her mouth, which she truly did not expect

Fool! Just puncture one car and that will suffice, why the hell did you puncture sixteen? Are you just bored out of your mind?

Yang Qicheng threw the towel into the water, reached out to retrieve it, and tugged at the wound on his back, immediately pressing his lips tightly together

The rough male voice chuckled, "Hah, someone in debt is acting like a big shot! Is that all there is to it?"

Yang Jing lowered her head, her eyelashes dampened with droplets of water, and the tip of her nose was flushed.

People tend to act foolishly in times of crisis

When it rains, it pours

She extracted a cloth pouch from her mattress, counted one, thought for a moment, then took out another, carefully stowing it in her pocket

Well

Yang Qicheng did not decline any further, "Wipe the blood off your back, but avoid touching the wound"

Yang Jing let out an "oh" and quickly picked up the entire bag, returning to the bedside

Yang Jing walked over and sat down beside him

I know you are inside! If you have the ability, don't come out today! Let's see who can outlast whom!

Yang Jing felt completely drained. She sat on the edge of the bed for a while, wiped her eyes, and when she checked her pants pocket, the two hundred yuan were still there. She needed to hurry and buy medicine for Yang Qicheng

After sitting for a while, it suddenly became silent outside

I am alone! But they have punctured all sixteen of my wheels!

Brother Cheng

She turned over and lay down for a short while; then she turned over again and lay down for another short while

With only a few hours left until dawn, Yang Jing set an alarm clock, intending to take a short rest.

... ...

The barrel huffed and puffed as it carried the person down, "It's really damn heavy!"

The fellow scratched the back of his head and said, "Haha! Not bad, brother."

By the time she returned after dealing with the blood water in the bucket, Yang Qicheng had already fallen asleep.

Yang Jing pulled the cloth bag out of the mattress and slapped it into the hands of the boy with the "rough voice", saying, "Get lost quickly!"

Without saying a word, Yang Jing picked up a plastic bucket and brought back half a bucket of water

I am sorry

Yang Jing hurriedly poured him a glass of water

Finally, I turned over and lay flat, staring at the space above my head

However, his patience could only last for a short while, "Stop crying! Hurry up and finish wiping your tears, I want to sleep."

The jar was taken aback, and also extended its palm to strike with him, "Yay!"

Yang Qicheng

The jar took Yang Qicheng back to Biandan Alley, and before leaving, he advised: "You should lie down for a while, and when you get up, hurry to the clinic to get your medicine"

She remembered that there were anti-inflammatory medications in that plastic bag last night, but upon checking, they were all expired

Yang Jing nodded, wrung out the towel, knelt on one leg on the bed board, and turned to look at Yang Qicheng's back.

It is pitch black, and nothing can be seen

Yang Qicheng squatted on the steps beside him, looking up while smoking

Her eyes were glistening, clear and shimmering.

The palms are warm and toasty

The two drawers were in complete disarray. After searching for a while, I found a plastic bag containing all the medications.

Swiftly finishing the disinfection, Yang Jing unfurled the gauze and wrapped it around the wound on Yang Qicheng's shoulder blade, from his shoulder to his armpit

She used a cotton swab dipped in alcohol to disinfect the edges of the wound

sobbing

The voice from the jar was urgent: "Old Yang, are you feeling any better?"

The coarse male voice stumbled slightly, steadied himself, and said, "Damn it. Your mother! I have moved, so what!"

Three exclamation marks

Yang Jing held back her tears and slightly quickened her movements

If you are capable, come over for a visit, as the people from Old Wu have come looking for you

Yang Jing returned to the window, and again placed her palm on Yang Qicheng's body, which was so hot it felt as if it could bake pancakes.

Yang Qicheng was taken aback

Is everything given?

It is hot, and it is likely that there is inflammation

Yang Jing pulled out the plastic bag, along with a jumble of miscellaneous items.

Yang Jing extended her hand to support Yang Qicheng from behind, trying to alleviate the burden of the jar

Yang Jing took a breath of cold air, her fingers trembling slightly as she grasped a corner of the towel, slowly reaching forward

Yang Qicheng did not respond, nor did he move

I can no longer wait

Yang Jing raised his hand and said, "Brother Gangzi, don't go too fast; if you go too fast, the medicine won't take effect"

Yang Jing tidied up the plastic bags and, when she opened the drawer, saw the small white paper bag containing the registration photos once again

She glared, her sclera tinged with blood vessels, her expression fierce, resembling a cub cornered with no way out

It does not hurt

Yang Jing is unable to sleep

Yang Jing grasped his shoulder, pushed him with her hand, and was taken aback

The pungent aroma of stir-fried pork with chili wafted in from outside the window, while the sound of barking dogs echoed through the alley, and the sky grew increasingly dark

Upon opening the door, a wave of the smell of blood rushed towards me

Yang Jing cast her eyes aside and remained silent

The jar let out a chuckle and glanced at the saltwater bottle, saying, "Why is there still so much left? This is dripping too slowly. Hurry up and finish so we can go out for a late-night snack!" As he spoke, he reached out to adjust the flow rate.

Did it hurt where it brushed against the edge of the wound

Yang Qicheng propped herself up on the bed board and exerted herself to rise, while Yang Jing hurriedly stepped forward to assist her.

A corner of the towel gently and slowly pressed against the muscles on his back

This must be rushed to the hospital

Yang Qicheng sat up, wanting to smoke. He glanced around and saw that everyone was a patient, so he refrained from lighting the cigarette, merely biting on the filter to satisfy his craving

The door panel was kicked nearly to pieces, and Yang Jing leaned against it, biting her lip, remaining silent

How did you spend your time

Brother Cheng, I am sorry... if it weren't for me...

Hurry up

The person withdrew their hand from the jar and said, "Alright, alright, I will listen to you! I will go out for a smoke."

Medication is also required

The jar glanced at him, "You don't need to go tomorrow, are you still afraid that I can't handle it alone?"

If it weren't for me taking the hit for you at the last moment, you would be facing the King of Hell right now!" As he spoke, he let out a hiss, turning his head to touch the wound on his back

After a while, Yang Qicheng exhaled a breath of frustration and said, "Are you an idiot? Can't you call for help with the phone?"

The one at the forefront looks somewhat familiar, Yang Jing thought for a moment, the last time it was the "rough male voice"!

Yang Qicheng chuckled softly as he opened the packaging of the already cold soy milk, drank more than half a cup, changed his clothes, and went to the clinic

You only know how to make sarcastic remarks, who is this knife meant for? You think one person can hold it down, hold it down my foot!

He is in excruciating pain on his back, yet at this moment, his tone is surprisingly gentle.

Yang Qicheng's belongings, Yang Jing did not dare to rummage through them

I wiped it again, "Does it hurt or not?"