"Leave?"
Qin Chuan knew this was normal, but he was still taken aback. After all, he had only just arrived, and Luo Hua was already leaving. This was hard for Qin Chuan to accept.
"This is fate, I can't escape it. Qin Chuan, no matter how long or short it is, I want to be with you," Luo Hua said through gritted teeth .
"In my heart, you are mine. I don't care about anything else. You can only be my woman for the rest of your life," Qin Chuan said.
"I can't... I can't be with you yet..." Luo Hua stammered.
Although she didn't say it aloud, Qin Chuan understood what she meant, but naturally, he couldn't just tell her he understood.
Luo Hua gritted her teeth, her face flushed, and whispered in Qin Chuan's ear, "I can't lose my virginity yet."
Her voice was so soft that Qin Chuan could barely hear it.
Her voice lingered in Qin Chuan's ear, a tingling, numb sensation—a wonderful feeling, very comfortable, very comfortable.
Qin Chuan held her close and chuckled in her ear, "Then how will you make it up to me?"
Luo Hua blushed even more, gritted her teeth, and said again, "I'll listen to you!"
"Really?"
"Yes!"
...
However, not long after, Luo Hua had to leave, and Qin Chuan also went back. The welcoming activities had become rather dull.
Qin Chuan didn't know how it ended in the end.
But today, Qin Chuan received some news: the teacher of the Dao Martial Arts Basics course had a sick person in his family.
Insane!
This middle-aged man's woman was insane; she was truly insane because she was missing a piece of her heart, causing her madness.
It had been ten years. The middle-aged man loved her very much, but could only keep her tied up in the room because she would hurt herself.
Sometimes he would let her go, but when the man was by her side, she was mostly in a state of insanity, and at those times, tying her up was unavoidable.
When she was lucid, she would cry and beg the man to kill her, to leave her with a last bit of dignity.
But the man disagreed. He believed that her symptoms could definitely be cured, and he was determined to cure her, telling her that if she did anything foolish, he would accompany her.
So, when the woman is lucid, she has the ability to commit suicide, but she's genuinely worried about the man. When she's mentally unstable, she's unconscious and therefore relatively safe; she won't commit suicide, though she might self-harm.
So, tying her up is safer.
After Qin Chuan learned this, he went to his teacher's place. His door was locked; the teacher usually didn't see anyone.
And no one was allowed into his courtyard.
Qin Chuan knocked on the courtyard door.
A while passed before the door opened. The man, seemingly not recognizing Qin Chuan, looked haggard and spoke in a hoarse voice, "Who are you looking for?"
"Teacher, I'm your student, my name is Qin Chuan," Qin Chuan said awkwardly.
The man paused, then smiled, as if remembering something, "I remember now, is there something you need?"
Qin Chuan said earnestly, "I heard there's a sick person at your home, so I came to visit."
This reason was actually quite weak, but sometimes that's how it is; you don't believe them, but you can't point it out. However, he could refuse.
After all, the woman was tied up, making a visit inappropriate. Besides, why would a freshman come to visit?
His respected teacher?
Perhaps there was a reason, but no reason. He was only teaching the most basic martial arts, the lowest of the low.
So, he wanted to curry favor with him, hoping he would teach him the basics?
He was joking. He knew perfectly well that no one in the class paid attention to this course; they couldn't hear his inner thoughts anyway, so he was just going through the motions.
"Patients aren't suitable for visits. I appreciate your kindness, but don't bother," the man said, gesturing for Qin Chuan to leave.
Qin Chuan had come to do something; leaving like this wouldn't do. So, at this point, he had to be honest.
"Teacher, I actually wanted to say that I'm a doctor, and I'm serious," Qin Chuan quickly said.
"We're teacher and student, after all. If you leave now, I'll pretend nothing happened. I don't want to hear anything you say," the man said, his face grim.
Qin Chuan didn't know why the other man reacted so quickly, but there must be a reason. So he spoke again: "Give me a chance, and give myself a chance. What if things get better?"
This made the man calm down, and he stopped urging Qin Chuan to leave, hesitating again.
Fortunately, the man was intelligent and quickly understood—not that he understood, but he saw sincerity in Qin Chuan's eyes.
So he wanted to give himself a chance, and also give his woman a chance.
"Whether it's curable or not, I hope you won't tell anyone about my situation here," the man said as he walked.
"I understand, don't worry!"
Qin Chuan saw his teacher's woman.
The woman was very beautiful, possessing an air of dignified elegance, even now, bound and disheveled, seemingly insane, shouting and screaming…
Qin Chuan came here because after hearing about the situation, he felt he could cure her, and he also possessed the elixir.
This elixir, though for treating this illness, was called the Heart-Nourishing Pill.
Mental instability?
The Heart-Nourishing Pill.
Qin Chuan's Heart-Nourishing Pill truly embodied the name, and it was something he had refined himself, as the formula was obtained from some Sumeru Mustard Seeds.
Most importantly, the ingredients were all there, so Qin Chuan refined it, and with his abilities, the success rate was naturally not a problem.
The woman screamed even louder upon seeing strangers. This dignified and noble woman was now a madwoman, a true madwoman.
This was a case of mental insanity, actually the result of enduring immense pain. The madness stemmed primarily from the incompleteness of her heart; the intense, terrifying pain drove her insane.
Therefore, this kind of mental insanity involved enduring unimaginable suffering.
The man remained silent, simply watching Qin Chuan. He wanted to see what Qin Chuan's methods were, and if he sensed anything amiss, he would immediately stop him.
Qin Chuan took out a pill and some silver needles, first explaining to the man and obtaining his consent before beginning the acupuncture.
This single touch made the middle-aged man's eyes light up. Over the years, he had seen too many so-called miracle doctors; even without understanding anything, he could intuitively sense some skill.
But Qin Chuan's acupuncture technique felt unique to the man; none of the miracle doctors he had seen before could compare.
Qin Chuan handed the pill to the middle-aged man, instructing him to feed it to the woman. This gesture was primarily to allow the man to examine the pill.
The man took the pill; it was crystal clear, exuding a faint fragrance, and its smooth, lustrous surface clearly indicated it was not poisonous.
In truth, the middle-aged man didn't believe Qin Chuan could cure his woman, but as Qin Chuan had said before, he was giving himself a chance.
Even for this chance, he was willing to try.