"If it’s on your way, that would be wonderful! I really don’t know how to express my gratitude. Once Old Luo gets better, I’ll be sure to bring him over to thank you in person and treat you to a proper al."
Song Qingya patiently comforted and consoled her for a little longer.
Moved by her gentle words, Yang Yingzi finally nodded in agreent, tears in her eyes. She turned, wiped the tear stains from her face, and quietly went back to her room to pack.
Only the two of them remained in the living room.
The atmosphere instantly grew quiet.
Fei Jin slowly stood up, walked over to sit beside her, and gently pulled her into his arms.
He looked down at her.
"I thought... you weren’t planning on ever going back to your old ho."
After all, Song Qingya had endured so many days in that house that she couldn’t bear to look back on.
She had left so decisively back then, without a trace of attachnt, not even glancing back once.
’Didn’t she always hate that place?’
Especially her so-called mother, Yang Yunhua, and that stepfather of hers, Sun Qiang. They were not good people.
Their actions were utterly vile.
In her past life, Qingya had been terribly bullied by them as a child. Being beaten, cursed at, and wronged was a daily occurrence.
’But things are different now,’ Fei Jin thought. ’No matter why she wants to go back.’
’Even if it’s just a passing thought or a sudden whim.’
As long as it was sothing she wanted to do, he would stand by her side without a second thought.
And this ti, he was determined to protect her better than ever before.
"Of course I hate that house."
Song Qingya spoke softly, her tone laced with coldness, her expression showing no trace of attachnt.
"But there are still so things that haven’t been completely resolved. So this ti, I’ve decided to go back in person."
Since she had transmigrated into the original owner’s body...
...it ant that from now on, her soul and this body’s fate were inextricably linked.
No matter what, Song Qingya could not ignore the harm that had once been inflicted upon the body’s original owner.
She had to get justice for this body.
Yang Yunhua had never treated her kindly, resorting to fists and feet at the slightest provocation.
This woman, who was nominally her aunt, had actually started abusing her when the original owner was still a young child.
And Sun Qiang, her stepfather, had done so unspeakable things, taking advantage of her in many ways...
Those indescribable mories sent a chill through Song Qingya’s heart whenever she recalled them.
It was precisely because of this that she beca even more determined to go back and face her past.
When she had first transmigrated, she could barely even stand steadily. She had to leave that house in a hurry, wanting only to escape and protect herself as soon as possible.
Now, her status had changed, and her state of mind was much more resilient.
Song Qingya was no longer that helpless girl from before.
She had the confidence, the strength, and even more so, the determination to face the shadows of her past.
Using the visit to Luo Fuman as an opportunity, Song Qingya decided to go back and settle all the unresolved issues.
She had heard that Luo Fuman’s condition was improving, which provided the perfect pretext to return to her old hotown.
She would show everyone who had ever bullied her...
...that she would no longer let herself be trampled on!
They left the Luo residence after the most scorching part of the day had passed.
The blazing sun gradually shifted westward, and the temperature dropped slightly.
With a gentle breeze blowing, Song Qingya’s mood was a little calr than it had been during the sweltering heat of the day.
「Around three or four in the afternoon.」
The horizon still held a trace of the day’s lingering heat.
Fei Jin drove Song Qingya to the west side of the city.
This was the location of Mr. Wen Junyi’s old residence.
The old neighborhood was a maze of intersecting streets and alleys.
Song Qingya rembered that the original owner had co here many tis seeking dical treatnt, but she had never once managed to et the elusive old doctor.
Beneath an old locust tree, the shade was dappled.
Sunlight filtered down through the gaps in the leaves.
A few people erged from the mouth of the alley, each of them crestfallen, their steps slow.
Their expressions were dejected.
Song Qingya got out of the car, lightly resting a hand on Fei Jin’s shoulder.
The mont she stepped out, her heart couldn’t help but beat a little faster.
The pain of her mories was hidden in this neighborhood, both familiar and strange.
Looking from a distance, she saw that the main gate was shut tight, the area in front of it deserted and quiet.
The once-bustling place where people sought treatnt was now like an abandoned, empty house.
The desolation made her heart sink slightly.
’Sothing isn’t right.’
’Compared to the information I have and the past rumors, this scene is far too abnormal. It makes no sense at all.’
’Weren’t there supposed to be endless streams of people coming to Wen Junyi’s house for treatnt? So many that the threshold was nearly worn down?’
She rembered people praising Mr. Wen’s dical skills, saying that patients flocked to him in a constant stream, his doorway as crowded as a marketplace every day.
Sotis you even had to wait in line for days just to get an appointnt.
That lively scene was now shrouded in silence.
Mr. Wen had cured many people over the years.
He was famous throughout Qi City, and so people even traveled from other regions specifically to see him.
Many illnesses that major hospitals couldn’t cure were miraculously healed at the hands of Wen Junyi.
Song Qingya walked over and stopped a young man who was sighing.
"Excuse , friend. Is Mr. Wen not here? Why is no one here for treatnt?"
The man threw up his hands. "Sigh, he moved. Don’t even ask."
"Moved? Why?"
Song Qingya’s heart jolted, and she pressed on.
Her gaze was fixed intently on the man.
"They say too many people were trying to beco his apprentice. The old man couldn’t stand the disturbance, so he moved away quietly."
Song Qingya frowned upon hearing this.
’Things are never that simple.’
Moving was just an excuse; the real reason was likely sothing more concealed.
And this might just be the first step in her search for the truth.
She had co here, full of hope, to try her luck precisely because she’d heard that Mr. Wen was not only a brilliant doctor but also willing to take on apprentices, boasting a reputation in the dical world for having students far and wide.
However, others had the sa idea.
In the end, she was a step too late.
The few people standing at the gate had also co to visit Mr. Wen, hoping to beco his apprentices. They had simply arrived earlier and had already been waiting at the door for a long ti.
So, with a hint of curiosity, she continued her questions.
"Are you all here specifically to ask Mr. Wen to be your master and teach you his craft?"
Hearing this, the group nodded in unison, their expressions tinged with disappointnt.
One of them sighed and said, "The few of us just want to formally beco his disciples and learn the art of traditional Chinese dicine. But the Wen family made it very clear that he isn’t accepting any more students. They said he’s getting old and has limited energy."
As they spoke, their eyes inadvertently swept over Song Qingya’s slightly protruding belly.
Then they glanced up at the wary-looking Fei Jin standing beside her, and the atmosphere instantly beca a bit awkward.
One of them, who looked a bit older, spoke up.
"You two aren’t here to ask Teacher Wen to check on a pregnancy, are you? If that’s the case... it would actually be faster to register at a hospital. It’s not so easy to get an appointnt with Mr. Wen these days. He’ll only consider taking a case if it’s sothing extrely rare or difficult to treat."
As soon as he heard this, Fei Jin’s brows furrowed, and he prepared to explain their true purpose.
But Song Qingya gently raised her hand and pressed it onto the back of his, which had tensed up.
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