novelraw Chapter 266 - 254: Xiaoqiang Is Injured
Chapter 266 - 254: Xiaoqiang Is Injured
"Wait until you come back alive, then we’ll discuss this problem. If you don’t make it off the operating table, I’ll drown the narcissus."
Teng Daye shook his head, this little girl really is...
He looked at the essential oil bottle in his hand, "Is this thing really effective?"
Qian seemed to hear his doubt, turned around, "Sometimes faith can be effective against illness. When you feel like you can’t hold on, just think about your daughter. Treat the essential oil I gave you as a miracle drug, you’ll definitely come back safely."
Whether it can kill cancer cells, she doesn’t know. But she has used this kind of suggestion method to extend the lives of many people with terminal illness. Never underestimate the power of faith, though Qian knows that ten bottles of essential oil can’t match the impact of narcissus on Teng Daye.
That is what supports his faith.
Qian has been preoccupied these past few days, thinking about an important issue regarding her and Yu Minglang.
The matter between Teng Daye and narcissus has made Qian’s already heavy heart even more unsettled.
Back home, she took out the essential oil burner, lit sandalwood essential oil for meditation, and sat cross-legged on the bed, relaxing her mind to think.
Yu Minglang is a very good man, although still a bit immature now, everything he does for Qian is seen and remembered by Qian.
She originally thought she could control the pace, proceed step-by-step in the relationship, maybe until the timing is right, she would be strong enough to take on the role of a mother and then give birth to a life with him.
But something went wrong.
She seems to have invested more emotions than in her previous life.
When Yu Minglang comes, when Yu Minglang stays, all of them tug at her emotions, influencing her judgment, giving Qian a strong sense of unease.
She habitually holds destiny in her own hands, if she continues to develop with Yu Minglang like this, she really doesn’t know what she will become.
This feeling was also present in her previous life, so she ran away in time.
But now it seems more severe than in the previous life, she feels joy and even excitement at Yu Minglang’s presence, and feels sad when he leaves. As a psychologist, such large emotional fluctuations aren’t a good thing.
It turns out the issue between the two in their previous life has always existed, and the conflict has become more severe due to her emotional investment in him.
Downstairs, there was the sound of a TV drama, Jia Xiufang and Chen Zilong were watching the popular "The Kangxi Dynasty."
Menopausal women and rebellious teenagers rarely have shows they can watch together, but this drama, the mother and daughter always watch together and discuss enthusiastically.
Qian was meditating when she heard Jia Xiufang crying. She got up, opened her eyes, wanting to go downstairs to check, but heard her rebellious brother already comforting her.
"Mom, don’t cry, TV dramas are all fake."
"It’s outrageous, Kangxi is so heartless, how can he make Consort Rong clean toilets? Men aren’t good for anything, just like your dad, too heartless," Jia Xiufang’s anger accompanied Chen Zilong’s aggrieved cries.
Qian sat back assuredly, it seems there was a disagreement because of the TV plot.
"Stop joking around, how can my dad compare to Emperor Kangxi? He’s a monarch, I want to be a man like him in the future, so powerful!" The rebellious teenager particularly admires Kangxi’s strategic prowess.
"Power my ass! Didn’t you see this bastard sending the woman he likes to clean toilets? Huh? The screenwriter is no good, shooting blind!" Jia Xiufang’s fury accompanied Chen Zilong’s cries of grievance.
Qian smirked, it seems her brother was hit by their menopausal mother in anger.
"I don’t understand this part either, I’ll go ask my sister." Chen Zilong’s intelligence could only comprehend the emperor’s aura of cutting people down and roaring everywhere; he didn’t understand the underlying meanings.
Qian closed her eyes and continued her meditative yoga.
"Sister, sister!!" Chen Zilong pushed the door open, smelled the fragrance in the room, saw the lit essential oil burner and his sister sitting cross-legged, and squealed in shock.
"Sis! Are you practicing that thing? It’s bad, mom, my sister is struggling to cope! She’s sitting cross-legged!"
Qian grabbed a pillow and threw it over.
"Shut up. Just because I’m sitting cross-legged doesn’t mean I’m doing that thing. This is yoga meditation!"
Ignorance isn’t scary, but it’s scary when ignorance keeps babbling nonsense!
"Really? They look similar, quite scary... Oh, right, sis, let me ask you something, what do you think Kangxi was thinking?"
"Go ask Kangxi." She hasn’t watched it. Although it’s a hit show, Qian rarely has time to watch those.
"If he was alive I’d definitely ask, why he sent his beloved woman to clean toilets! Even got that woman crushed to death by a toilet! Mom’s crying, I’m asking on her behalf!"
"I haven’t seen the plot, but how many emperor’s loves are genuine? Even if there is, they must be cut off, to avoid influencing judgment, like a bonsai, too many branches grow slowly." Qian walked over and extinguished the essential oil burner.
Recently, she’s been more sentimental due to Yu Minglang’s lack of communication. She shouldn’t think so much; since deciding to be together, she must find ways to overcome.
She is not Emperor Kangxi; Xiaoqiang is not Consort Rong; she should journey much further with him, if it’s slower, it’s okay, she still has time.
"Sis, your phone is ringing!"
Qian picked up the phone and saw the three words on it, stunned for a moment.
Yu Xiaoqiang?
"Mei, do you miss me?" His vigorous voice came from the phone.
"You have time now?" Hearing his voice lifted her mood instantly.
Bewitched by him, too deep, too deep, her fondness for him too deep, too deep, to the point where she can hardly control it.
"In a few days, I can spend a long time with you, Mei, are you happy?"
Upon hearing this, Qian wasn’t happy but rather her face sank, heart skipped a beat.
"Tell me, your address."
She felt her newly built courage slowly freezing.
"I’m currently out of town, I’ll tell you when I get back! Uh, not talking anymore, I’m busy." Yu Minglang hung up, then gritted and said to the white coat in front of him.
"We can start now."
"Applying medication and have to call Qian?"
"What am I supposed to do? It hurts so much. I need a distraction. Ah, could you be a little gentler!"
"You’re lucky not to be dead!" The doctor speaking wasn’t someone else, but Mrs. Yu.
"Mom, you’re my real mom, how could you be so harsh—ah!" Yu Minglang screamed as Mrs. Yu applied warm medicine to his left shoulder, swiftly bandaging him.
"Ah, be gentle! Is the director here, change someone, this old lady’s hands are too heavy!" Yu Minglang shouted and hollered.
Mrs. Yu angrily tapped his head, "You keep shouting, learn from Guan Yu, scraping bone to cure poison without making a sound!"
"That Hua Tuo didn’t have hands as heavy as yours. I just have a minor shoulder fracture, but you’re pressing like crazy!"