Chapter 371

Chapter 371

Qi Yingying gave a cold laugh.

After speaking, she handed some fruit to Bai Xiuxiu. In a warm and welcoming manner, as if Bai Xiuxiu were her own daughter, she said, "Xiaobai, eat some fruit. Your father-in-law and Qinghe won't be back for a while.

Don't worry, it's sure to be good news.

Qinghe is such a smart boy; he'll definitely succeed."

Qi Yingying wasn't sure if she was comforting Bai Xiuxiu or herself.

At this moment, her heart was also filled with anxiety. Despite her tough words earlier and sending He Tian and He Huihui back to their room,

if the eldest son disappoints Old He today, their home would soon return to the way it was before.

She couldn't take it anymore after this confrontation today.

For over twenty years, she had put up with this, letting this family drain them dry.

How could any good person endure this forever?

This situation might even win her some favor with her daughter-in-law.

Bai Xiuxiu, unaware of Qi Yingying's thoughts, could still guess something based on Qi Yingying's attitude.

As they say, you don't hit a smiling face, so she wouldn't soften her stance towards them before Qinghe accepted them.

But she didn't need to be cold either.

Thus, Bai Xiuxiu, imitating her husband, smiled and thanked her with identical grace, "Thank you."

Her attitude made Qi Yingying feel choked up.

She felt like the eldest son had just treated Old He the same way. This couple... their attitude was exactly the same.

They would do anything except call her and Old He "Mom and Dad."

Hadn't she and Old He been good enough to the eldest son?

Qi Yingying felt frustrated, and the same question was also lingering in He Zhifei's mind at the moment.

Frustrated, He Zhifei pedaled hard to keep up with his son.

He had originally thought that riding a bicycle with his son would help improve their father-son relationship, but before he could even suggest it, his son was already waiting for him on a bicycle.

He hadn't intended to share a bike with him.

And throughout the entire ride, his son pedaled so fast that he didn't give him a chance to speak.

With the mindset of not falling too far behind his son, He Zhifei pedaled hard the entire way.

Finally, they arrived, and he could catch his breath.

Wang Qinghe stood there, leaning on his bicycle, quietly waiting for He Zhifei to finish catching his breath.

The place they stopped was not far from the hospital, and this area had some old mansions from wealthy families, similar to what he had seen before, all divided into individual rooms.

He Zhifei led Wang Qinghe into one of these large courtyards. This particular courtyard was a three-section large compound.

Director Zhou lives in the house on the east side of the front courtyard.

Outside his door was a small shed with a pot inside, filled with a medicinal tea brewed from herbs.

The scent of the herbs wafted over to Wang Qinghe. After glancing at the size of the pot, he saw someone who had just entered the courtyard making a beeline for it.

The person scooped a bowl of the tea, drank it, and then went back home.

This tea was meant to dispel cold. In the dry, cold winter, it was easy for people to get sick from the chill.

A sip of this could help warm you up.

This must be the old master's way of offering a sip to anyone passing by, right?

Wang Qinghe made a quick assumption based on this but didn’t jump to conclusions.

He silently followed He Zhifei into the room, where a strong medicinal aroma immediately greeted him.

Inside, only a silver-haired old man and a familiar face were present.

Yu Cheng was genuinely caught off guard to see Wang Qinghe.

He had come to pick up medicine for his father, who had been really upset with his eldest sister lately. His father needed some medicine, so he came to fetch it.

He happened to run into the old master accepting disciples, and had been there for just an hour and a half.

In that short time, the old man had already sent eight people packing with a scolding.

Yu Cheng was wondering who the next unlucky person would be when... his good brother showed up.

It made sense, though. Wang Qinghe was very interested in Traditional Chinese Medicine and medicinal herbs. If Uncle He knew, he probably would have asked for this opportunity for him.

If it works out, that would be great.

Yu Cheng thought, casting a few more glances at Wang Qinghe to see if he looked nervous.

Ever since he ran into Wang Qinghe and his wife in that county, he had rarely seen the couple show any signs of nervousness or breakdown.

If he could see it, waiting this long would be worth it.

"You're here, come and sit. I've already prepared the tea. Xiu Juan, bring the tea for them," the old master said, all the while staring at Wang Qinghe.

Wang Qinghe wasn’t nervous. A few more looks wouldn’t cost him anything.

"Qinghe, come and sit," He Zhifei said, as he began to exchange pleasantries with the old master.

"Director Zhou, this is my eldest son," He Zhifei added, deliberately sitting back a little so he wouldn’t block his son.

"Hmm, don't be nervous, kid. My name is Zhou Zhīyào, and my greatest wish in this life is to understand various medicinal herbs as much as possible, to treat all kinds of illnesses, and to heal as many patients as I can," the old man said kindly.

Hearing this, Yu Cheng started to worry that Wang Qinghe might be next.

Because... the previous eight people had also been greeted with this same introduction.

After a few pleasantries, the old man would bring up the tea outside, then mention the tea. Soon after, the scolding would begin.

The nicer he was at the start, the harsher the scolding would be later.

He had listened to so many and still hadn’t figured out why those people got scolded!

He Zhifei nervously glanced at his son. His understanding of his eldest son was based on that frustrating ledger and a few interactions they had.

He also heard from his old friends that the kid worked really hard at the factory.

But he had no clue how the kid got along with others.

However, He Zhifei’s worry was unnecessary, because Wang Qinghe didn’t even look at him.

Wang Qinghe met the old man’s still-piercing gaze without avoiding it, and simply said, “Did you ever achieve that wish?”

Mr. Zhou chuckled, “If only it were that simple. The thing I regret the most is that I can’t live for several more decades, or even centuries. If I had more time, I could learn more of this knowledge.

And help more people.

So, what made you want to learn Traditional Chinese Medicine? I heard that you had a tough childhood, and it’s hard to come into contact with this in the village.

It seems you’ve only started recently, right?

Hearing his inquiry, Wang Qinghe remained calm, “I want to work harder to give my wife a better life. So, aside from work, I wanted to learn more. The old Traditional Chinese Medicine practitioner in the village and I had a connection, so he taught me.

He said I was a genius and that I should study hard.

I went through all his books pretty quickly.

He said he couldn’t teach me anything else and that I should have a more capable teacher. He said I shouldn’t be buried in obscurity.

I’m not sure if that’s true, but I really want to keep learning.

I also wonder if I really am the genius he thinks I am, and if I can help more people with what I’ve learned.”

Wang Qinghe’s words left He Zhifei speechless. Why was this child bringing up his wife at this moment?