757: Chapter 750: Yan Jin 757: Chapter 750: Yan Jin Sisi sighed, wondering if it was a blessing or a curse for someone as meticulous as Jin Yan to be born into the Jin family?
Moreover, she and the Jin family were sworn enemies, and Jin Wen and Third indirectly died at her hands.
The relationship between Jin Yan and her was truly hard to ascertain!
Jin Yan could easily discern Sisi’s concerns.
He smiled faintly and said loudly, “Now I am Yan Jin; there is no longer a Jin Yan in this world.”
Zhang Jie was particularly pleased to hear this and gave Yan Jin (as he would be called from then on) a heavy pat on the shoulder, laughing, “That’s right, from now on, you are Yan Jin.
That heap of mess from the Jin family has nothing to do with you.”
Yan Jin, being patted by Zhang Jie, immediately coughed loudly, bending over under the table, sounding like a bellows about to break, making everyone around feel uneasy.
“Why are you coughing so badly?”
Sisi patted Yan Jin on the back to help him catch his breath.
She recalled the chill in his hand when they shook hands earlier, and an uneasy feeling arose in her heart.
Yan Jin’s condition was definitely not normal; how could a young man’s palms be so cold in the scorching heat of June?
After drinking a glass of water, Yan Jin finally posed himself.
He took a handkerchief from his jacket pocket to wipe the corners of his mouth and shook his head slightly, saying: “It’s nothing, just caught a chill a few days ago; it’ll naturally get better in a few days.”
“Are you friends of Xiao Yan?
I beg you to take Xiao Yan to a big hospital.
We don’t have good medicine here, and it’s burdening Xiao Yan.”
The old principal, who had been silently drinking, suddenly spoke.
His heavily accented Mandarin was a bit hard to understand at first, but after hearing it more, one got used to it.
At this moment, his face showed a pleading look as he eagerly looked at Sisi and her group.
Yan Jin glared disapprovingly at the old principal, “I’m fine, the principal just worries too much.
I’m young and healthy, just a cold, no need to make a special trip to the big hospital.”
The old principal, ignoring his objection, stubbornly said, “Xiao Yan’s body is getting weaker and he barely eats these days.
His body is also very cold, and his coughing is getting worse.
The herbs from the mountains don’t help at all.
I beg you to take Xiao Yan to a big hospital.
I have money; I’ll give it to you.”
The old principal said something to his wife in their local dialect, and the usually quiet woman got up and went to the room, returning shortly with a transparent plastic bag tied tightly into a square shape with a rubber band.
She carefully placed the plastic bag on the table as if she were setting down an imperial edict.
In the dim light of the oil lamp, she untied the rubber band layer by layer, removing a small stack of neatly arranged banknotes from the bag.
The banknotes were arranged in order from large to small, even the edges were smoothed out.
The largest denomination was ten yuan, the smallest was one cent.
Most were one cent, two cents, one yuan, and two yuan.
Judging by the old condition of the money, it was probably all the savings the elderly couple had accumulated over decades.
Sisi felt a warm sensation in her eyes, as if something was about to burst out.
Zhang Jie and Shangguan felt equally unfortable.
A teacher who had devoted most of his life to his children ended up with such meager savings, possibly not even enough for a single meal for some officials.
Those corrupt officials really should be sent to these villages for labor reform, where they wouldn’t be given anything and had to earn their food with their own hands.
If they couldn’t, they could starve.
The old principal spoke awkwardly, “Here are three hundred sixty-seven yuan, four cents, and nine cents.
It should be enough for hospital expenses, right?
If it’s not enough, I’ll borrow some more.”
Yan Jin reached out, folded the plastic bag, and disagreed, saying, “This is your and sister-in-law’s retirement money.
Keep it safe.
I already said I’m not sick, and there’s no need to waste money going to the hospital.”
Sisi also helped Yan Jin fold the plastic bag and smiled at the old principal, “We have money, we’ll cover Yan Jin’s medical expenses.”
Zhang Jie and Shangguan also persuaded the old principal and his wife to keep the money.
The principal’s wife, being a very honest woman, looked a bit bewildered and gazed hopefully at her husband.
The old principal sighed, said a few words to her, and she carefully carried the plastic bag back to the room.
Yan Jin was very stubborn, insisting he wasn’t sick, unwilling to go with Sisi to the hospital.
To convince him, they wasted a good hour on the mountain.
Shangguan lost patience, jumped behind Yan Jin, gave him a karate chop, and Yan Jin immediately went limp on the ground, startling the old principal, who watched them warily.
Sisi quickly explained to him to prevent the respectable old principal from risking his life against them.
The old principal reached out to check Yan Jin’s breathing, finally at ease.
Shangguan, with one hand, easily lifted Yan Jin, a man nearly 1.8 meters tall, throwing him onto her shoulder like a sack.
Gui swallowed, viewing Shangguan with awe, thinking: Wow, she can lift such a big man with one hand; what did she eat to grow so strong?
Last night, Sisi placed two thousand yuan in the basket hanging above the hearth.
After walking several hundred meters away, she shouted to the distant old principal, “There’s something in the basket above the hearth.”
The old principal was initially stunned, then rushed back home, took down the basket, and found a stack of brand-new hundred-dollar bills inside.
Without thinking, he wanted to return the money to Sisi and her group, but by the time he ran out again, they were just a tiny black dot in the distance, impossible to catch up with.
“Good people!”
The old principal wiped his tears, carefully storing the money away, planning to ask his wife to cook more nourishing food for Xiao Yan when he returned.
But the old principal didn’t know that Xiao Yan was leaving for good this time and would never e back.
Carrying him like a sack wasn’t gentle, plus the bumpy mountain road also mostly woke Yan Jin up.
He weakly asked Shangguan to let him down, staggered to the side of the bushes, and vomited, throwing up every bit of the corn cakes he had eaten that morning.
His plexion grew even paler, the coughing never stopped.
Sisi took a bottle of Qiong Wine from her bag, letting Yan Jin drink a few sips.
The medicinal tonic properties of Qiong Wine made his body feel much lighter, and his coughing ceased.
Handing the Qiong Wine to Yan Jin, “This is my family’s medicinal wine, the best for nourishing your body.
Keep it; it’s a shame I only brought this one bottle when I went out this time.”
Yan Jin didn’t stand on ceremony; after drinking the wine earlier making him feel particularly fortable, he didn’t decline Sisi’s offer.
Yan Jin originally planned to see a doctor at the town health clinic, but Sisi didn’t trust the quality there.
How good could a clinic that issues expired medicine be?
As they returned to town, they caught the last bus to the county just in time, so they didn’t stop at a restaurant.
Instead, they discreetly paid Gui’s wages, and added an extra two hundred yuan so the boy could buy gifts for a girl he liked.
Unexpectedly, just as the bus was about to start, Gui suddenly ran back, squeezing into the crowded minibus like a slippery eel.
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