?77: 077: Yao Xin’s Worries 77: 077: Yao Xin’s Worries “The old man was saved by this young man here,” passengers around them all pointed at Tang Feng, their eyes filled with respect and admiration for this youth.

    Without him, it was uncertain whether the elder could have survived, especially since finding a hospital during the train ride was no easy task.

    “Thank you, young man,” the elder said as he sat in his seat, looking at Tang Feng and nodding with a smile.

    Having seen thousands of people, he knew this young man was bound to be extraordinary, provided he didn’t die young.

    “You are too polite, old man.

    It was all thanks to everyone’s help, and besides, your illness has only been temporarily relieved, not cured.

    There’s no need to be too formal,” Tang Feng said with a smile.

    “I know my own body, and I don’t have much time left.

    If it weren’t for wanting to visit an old friend’s home, I might have already passed away,” the elder sighed.

    Tang Feng understood that it was the man’s persistent determination that had him valiantly fighting the illness, keeping the life-threatening condition at bay, just on the brink of death.

    It wasn’t an exaggeration to say that the elder could pass away at any moment.

    “You needn’t be so pessimistic, old sir.

    It’s not incurable.

    Give me some time, and it can be healed,” Tang Feng said.

    “I had resigned myself to my fate—but what did you say?

    It can be cured?” the elder responded with immense surprise once he realized what had been said.

    “Yes, it just takes a bit longer,” Tang Feng replied.

    “To live another day is a blessing; at my age, each second more is a bonus,” the elder said with a laugh.

    “You have a good perspective, old man.

    Please, give me your phone number.

    I’ll prepare the medication and have someone bring it over to ensure you safely get through this ordeal,” Tang Feng felt joyful doing a good deed; he just couldn’t help himself.

    “Thank you, I am very grateful.

    I never expected to meet such a benefactor on my journey south,” the elder felt Tang Feng truly wanted to help him.

    For someone who had been issued a critical illness notice, he had no grand expectations—going south was merely to see an old friend one last time, which he nearly missed.

    Only he could deeply understand this overwhelming mix of joy and sorrow.

    “No need to thank me.

    It’s your good fortune.

    Sister Yao, let’s talk,” Tang Feng said, looking at Yao Xin.

    Yao Xin shook her head, “There’s nothing to talk about.”

    “Really?

    When it’s time to reap the benefits you welcome with a smile, but when there’s none you act as if you don’t recognize me?” Tang Feng said with a bitter smile.

    That was just too realistic.

    Since it was embarrassing to insist, Tang Feng naturally didn’t press further.

    But he had only taken a few steps when someone called him back; a very pretty young woman, probably in her early twenties, approached him.

    She walked up to Tang Feng both shy and hopeful, but suddenly, she found herself unable to speak.

    “Miss, is there something I can help you with?” Tang Feng had become much more amiable and natural as he assimilated into this world.

    Thump!

    The young woman knelt down in front of him, tears streaming down her face, yet unable to speak.

    “What are you doing?

    Get up quickly,” Tang Feng urged, quickly helping her to her feet.

    “Young sir, please save my grandfather.”

    “Slow down, what happened to your grandfather?”

    “He fell into a pit and broke all his bones.

    You are highly skilled in medicine; please save him,” the woman pleaded through her tears.

    Tang Feng looked at the tearful woman, feeling a strong sense of kinship.

    “Did you rush back from school?”

    “Yes, I came back from Jinghua University on leave.

    You must help me.

    My grandfather has worked hard all his life and hasn’t had a single day of peace,” the woman grew more emotional as she spoke.

    “Sister, don’t cry.

    I promise to take a look, but I can’t guarantee that I can heal your grandfather’s injury.

    You need to be prepared for that,” Tang Feng said.

    “Thank you.” The woman was so moved that she tried to kowtow again, but Tang Feng stopped her.

    “If you do that again, I won’t help you.”

    “Please, I’ll behave,” she replied, standing aside and not returning to her seat.

    “Go back and sit down.

    I’ll definitely do what I promised, don’t worry,” Tang Feng reassured the woman.

    Yet she refused to leave.

    Helplessly, he had to use his previous threat before she finally returned to her seat, though she kept turning back, giving Tang Feng a look of silent reproach that nearly drove him crazy.

    Do I really look that untrustworthy?

    At that moment, a passenger next to him was talking to him.

    He responded with a few words but didn’t want to talk more, preferring to sleep while he had the chance.

    In a daze, it seemed someone was pushing him.

    Tang Feng opened his eyes and saw that everyone had already disembarked.

    The person pushing him was the woman who had sought his help, and there was another person, Yao Xin, next to her.

    “Sister Yao, what are you doing here?” Tang Feng noticed that Yao Xin’s expression was gloomy and fraught with heavy thoughts.

    “I’ll accompany you for a while, and I need to discuss something with you later,” Yao Xin said, cutting the conversation short.

    The woman’s eyes were swollen, and she hadn’t recovered from her grief.

    Honestly, anyone dealing with such an incident at home would find it hard to calm down.

    “Sister, may I ask how to address you?” Tang Feng found that his thick-skinned nature had only increased since his rebirth.

    He could claim kinship with ancestors from ten thousand generations ago.

    “Zhou Yutong,” she replied, somewhat shyly.

    “That’s a lovely name.

    We’ll be in your hands after getting off,” Tang Feng said with a smile.

    “Of course,” Zhou Yutong replied, her face flushed, her mind possibly adrift with thoughts.

    Half an hour later, the trio arrived at the century-old residence district in Nandu.

    The three stood outside a two-story house.

    “This is my home.” Zhou Yutong was nervous.

    In Nandu, her family was among the poorest.

    “This place is very nice, elegant and quaint, giving one a nostalgic feeling.” Tang Feng observed carefully and noticed many reliefs on the walls and intricate carvings on the doorway.

    Although unclear what they depicted, they were definitely rare artistic pieces.

    “Indeed, it’s exceptional.

    Houses like this are becoming increasingly rare these days.” Yao Xin also recognized its value.

    Zhou Yutong was relieved.

    She was indeed fearful of meeting someone who might callously remark on the value of the house.

    Because of this, her regard for Tang Feng and Yao Xin increased.

    Academically, Zhou Yutong was unreachably eminent.

    Additionally, she had high standards and a love for art, not allowing just anyone to approach her.

    “Please come in!” Zhou Yutong opened the door, and a middle-aged woman came into view.

    She appeared somewhat old and weary, likely troubled by the family’s crisis.

    “Yutong is back, and she has brought two guests.” Zhou Yutong’s beauty seemed to be inherited from her mother, who bore a striking resemblance to her.

    Without a doubt, the woman was also once stunning, but now she frequently appeared aged.

    In such circumstances, nobody could feel okay.

    “Mom, this is the Little Divine Doctor I invited, and this is his friend.

    How is grandfather doing?” Zhou Yutong was visibly anxious.

    “He has stabilized for now, but the doctor fears he doesn’t have much time left,” Mrs.

    Zhou said, tears falling.

    After the death of her husband, the old man had become the sole pillar of the household.

    Tang Feng and Yao Xin were at a loss for how to console her.

    “Sister Yutong, let me first check on the old man, and Auntie, don’t worry.

    I’ll try my best,” Tang Feng could only say.

    In the room, the smell of medicine was strong.

    On the sickbed, Zhou Renfu’s complexion was ashen, and his breath was faint.

    His whole body was confined, making him look quite macabre.