"What's the matter? Kid, you can't take out the money, can you? If you can't take out the cash, then shut the hell up! Don't fucking try to play the hero in front of !"
Seeing Ling Zhenfei deep in thought without speaking, a malicious gleam shot from Wu Laosi's sinister eyes, and he regained his previous arrogant deanor, pressing forward aggressively.
"Hold on!"
Just as Wu Laosi was about to unleash his ferocity, Ling Zhenfei stepped forward and shouted sternly, "Axiu's debt to you, I will repay it!"
Ah!
Upon hearing Ling Zhenfei's words, not only was Wu Laosi montarily stunned, but He Lingxiu also looked at Ling Zhenfei, her face filled with disbelief, "Brother Afei, no..."
"Kid, are you sure you want to repay her debt for her?"
Wu Laosi sneered coldly, looking disdainfully at Ling Zhenfei: "You better think carefully. She owes one hundred and fifty thousand, not fifteen. Can you even afford it?"
"It's none of your business whether I can afford it or not, but from now on, I owe you the money!"
Ling Zhenfei clenched his fists and eyed Wu Laosi sharply, "Give one week, one hundred thousand in principal, and I will repay you to the last cent. As for the interest, you want fifty thousand, that's not possible. At most, I'll give you ten thousand!"
"Ten thousand?" Wu Laosi was about to fly into a rage, but as his gaze collided with the unbearable sharpness in Ling Zhenfei's eyes, his Mind and Spirit couldn't help but waver.
After thinking it over, he grit his teeth fiercely and pointed at Ling Zhenfei, barking, "Fine, kid, I'll give you one week. If you don't repay the one hundred and ten thousand in total with interest by then, don't bla for being ruthless!"
After Wu Laosi finished, he strode away with his two underlings. Ling Zhenfei's eyes, watching his retreating figure, quickly narrowed.
Raising one hundred and ten thousand within a week would have been a pipe dream for the previous him.
But now, it seed not to be a difficult task for Ling Zhenfei.
"Brother Afei, I've dragged you down. I appreciate your kindness... but where can you get so much money? Don't worry about ; I'll go talk to Wu Laosi myself..."
As Ling Zhenfei was planning how to quickly earn the money, He Lingxiu grasped his arm, her face filled with sorrow.
In her eyes, Ling Zhenfei's offer was just a temporary solution to deal with Wu Laosi.
After all, Ling Zhenfei's family was not well-off. How could he possibly raise such a large sum in a week?
"It's alright, Axiu, don't worry. Trust , just leave this to !"
Ling Zhenfei couldn't bear to see He Lingxiu looking so pitiful and took her into his arms, soothing her gently.
Once He Lingxiu's emotions stabilized, he glanced over at Father He lying in the bed, "Axiu, what illness... what illness does your dad have?"
Father He had always been good to Ling Zhenfei, and he had taken care of him in the past, treating him like his own son.
Now that Father He was seriously ill, Ling Zhenfei had only just found out, and he couldn't help feeling a bit ashad.
"Ah, my dad... he has severe ascites caused by cirrhosis of the liver." He Lingxiu's face was full of worry as she spoke to Ling Zhenfei about her father's condition.
"We went to several major liver disease hospitals in the country before. The dical expenses have cost us over a hundred thousand, but there's been no improvent. Now that all the money has been spent, the doctors have asked my dad to co back ho for rest..."
At this point, He Lingxiu's expression beca even more lancholic, glancing at her father lying in the sickbed.
She knew that ascites was a serious condition, and although a big hospital might be able to cure it, it would require a substantial amount of dical fees.
Now that her ho was empty and she owed a large debt, what could she use to pay for her father's treatnt?
"Liver disease?" Hearing He Lingxiu's words, Ling Zhenfei's expression beca serious.
After muttering to himself for a few monts, he walked towards the house.
The "Immortal Herbs Farming and dical Classic" gathers redies for the treatnt of various difficult and miscellaneous diseases. After inheriting the legacy of the dical God, Ling Zhenfei's Divine Sense was clear. Although he had not yet completely mastered the techniques recorded in the dical Classic, he could claim a basic understanding.
Regarding various liver diseases, which are difficult to treat at present, the dical Classic also has records.
Therefore, upon hearing He Lingxiu say that her father had liver ascites, Ling Zhenfei was moved and decided to treat Father He.
Ling Zhenfei walked a few steps into the room, first carefully observed Father He, who was lying on the bed, weak, then sat down and reached out to take his pulse.
The skill of diagnosis and pulse checking, Ling Zhenfei had also self-taught. And all these skills originated from the legacy of the dical God.
Ling Zhenfei concentrated and cald his breath, lightly touched Father He's wrist with his index finger, and carefully probed for a while until he had a basic understanding of Father He's condition.
Father He's illness was indeed caused by viral liver cirrhosis, leading to liver ascites.
Due to the poor dical conditions in the countryside, and the lack of tily detection, Father He's condition had beco very serious. Although he had been treated in a major hospital for so ti, there was no significant improvent.
"Brother Afei… can you treat illnesses?"
As Ling Zhenfei's mind searched the dical Classic for treatnt thods, He Lingxiu, who saw him diagnosing and taking the pulse, couldn't help but ask in surprise.
After all, she and Ling Zhenfei had played together since childhood, yet she had never heard that Ling Zhenfei knew dical Arts!
"Yes, when I was studying in the city, I learned from an old doctor of traditional Chinese dicine… Axiu, quickly get so paper and a pen, I'll prescribe a few recipes for your father, and he will see so effects after so ti!"
Ling Zhenfei found it difficult to explain to He Lingxiu, so he fobbed her off vaguely.
He then stood up imdiately and hurriedly asked He Lingxiu for paper and a pen, wrote down the prescription he had selected from the dical Classic, gave it to He Lingxiu, and told her to go to the town's Chinese dicine shop to get the herbs.
"This..." Looking at the series of prescriptions issued by Ling Zhenfei, He Lingxiu seed befuddled.
At that mont, although she was shocked at Ling Zhenfei's sudden dical knowledge, she had always trusted Ling Zhenfei since childhood, and she was obedient to Brother Afei's words.
Without giving it much thought, she turned around, took the prescription, and went out to get the dicine.
"Axiu, wait a mont!"
Just as He Lingxiu was about to leave, Ling Zhenfei seed to rember sothing and called her back, "Axiu, your father is weak, and relying solely on dicine is not very effective. It's best to combine it with a dietary therapy for the best results!"
After a pause, Ling Zhenfei took out five hundred yuan from his pocket and put it in He Lingxiu's hand, "Duck blood is outstanding for nourishing the liver and replenishing blood, and recovering the function of stem cells.
Take this money. After buying the dicine in town, buy a few ducks, and regularly make duck blood, tofu, and vermicelli soup for your father to eat, this will greatly assist with his condition!"
"Brother Afei… I have money… I…"
Seeing Ling Zhenfei giving her money, He Lingxiu's face turned even redder, desperately pushing it away, refusing to accept it.
But Ling Zhenfei insisted, without any further discussion, forcing her to take it and asking her to go get the dicine quickly.
After settling things with the He family father and daughter, on the way back ho, Ling Zhenfei began to consider how he could quickly earn one hundred and ten thousand yuan within a week, so He Lingxiu could pay off the debt owed to Wu Laosi.
In fact, there were many ways to make money in the Foreign Land Space. Not to ntion anything else, the fruits and vegetables he grew with Holy Spring Water could make him a fortune.
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