Chapter 141: Chapter 139: What Exactly Did You Understand?

"I can buy your bracelet!" Qin Hanyun immediately pulled out his phone. "The bracelet is beautiful and looks like it’s high quality. How about fifty thousand?"

Chaochao’s mother was speechless.

"Ten thousand. Take it for ten thousand."

Qin Hanyun transferred ten thousand to Chaochao’s mother on the spot. Chaochao’s mother then transferred the ten thousand to Wen Ying.

"Doctor Wen, is this enough for the medicine?"

"It’s enough for now." Wen Ying didn’t generously refuse the money or say it was too much.

She was already losing money on Chaochao’s case.

The things she gave to Chaochao’s mother couldn’t even be bought for ten thousand yuan.

Qin Hanyun looked at Doctor Wen, somewhat exasperated. He could understand Chaochao’s mother’s state of mind; she would sell her blood or even a kidney to come up with a million if she had to. That was a parent’s love for their child.

’But what about the child’s father?’

"Chaochao’s mother, is Chaochao’s father dead too?" Qin Hanyun was genuinely curious. Why else wouldn’t the man show up?

’Or does he just not care because she was a girl?’

’A man like that isn’t worthy of my sister.’

"Chaochao’s father..." Chaochao’s mother fell silent for a moment, unsure how to phrase her answer. Finally, it came down to three words: "We are divorced."

Qin Hanyun was taken aback. ’What a scumbag! Just as I thought.’

’My sister has had it too hard!’

He decided not to bring up his sister’s painful past again. "Chaochao’s mother, don’t worry. I may not be able to give you much else, but our family has some money. If you want to move Chaochao’s grave, I can make it happen."

Chaochao’s mother didn’t say anything more to Qin Hanyun. She just looked at Doctor Wen.

"Wait for me here. I’ll go find the medicine you need."

Wen Ying got up and walked toward the backyard, heading straight into the kitchen. ’I might as well carve something on that little rubber tomato I bought,’ she thought.

It was a tomato-shaped object made of rubber. Wen Ying took out her ballpoint pen and wrote four words on it. As she wrote, she infused the pen with Spiritual Energy, and the characters she inscribed seemed to come alive.

Back in the clinic, Qin Hanyun looked at Chaochao’s mother and asked cautiously, "If you really are my sister, would you agree to come back with me?"

Chaochao’s mother replied, completely unconcerned, "There are no ’ifs’."

A moment later, she realized how that sounded. "Sorry, I didn’t mean it like that. I just think it’s unlikely. Even if I really am the sister you’re talking about, we’re still strangers to each other, aren’t we? Why get caught up in blood ties? At my age, I don’t want to go looking for family anymore."

Qin Hanyun was silent for a while. "You love Chaochao very much, so you should understand what a child means to a mother."

Chaochao’s mother opened her mouth to say something but then paused.

’I can’t comfort someone else. I have no emotional connection to the Qin Family. How could I suddenly start caring?’

’To say I cared would be a lie.’

And she wasn’t willing to lie to anyone.

Seeing Chaochao’s mother’s silence, Qin Hanyun continued, "If, after Chaochao’s matter is resolved, it turns out you are indeed my sister, I hope you’ll promise me you’ll come home for a visit."

Chaochao’s mother nodded but didn’t speak.

She didn’t have the mental energy for all these other complicated matters right now.

"Chaochao’s mother, how did you meet Doctor Wen?" Qin Hanyun asked, curious.

"When Chaochao was hospitalized, Doctor Wen was also at the hospital. That’s how we met."

"She gets sick herself, so how can you believe she can help you see Chaochao? We’re people of the modern age. Do you really think those... things... are possible?" Qin Hanyun couldn’t bring himself to say the word ’superstition’.

He could understand Chaochao’s mother’s feelings, but the greater the hope, the greater the disappointment would be when the results were in.

It would be better not to have any hope from the start. Why go through the sorrow of such dramatic ups and downs?

That’s why he held some resentment toward Wen Ying.

But the child wasn’t his, after all. He had no right to talk her out of it.

He could only offer a well-intentioned warning.

Chaochao’s mother listened to Qin Hanyun, looked at him, and just shook her head without a word.

’This man didn’t believe in Doctor Wen from the beginning. No matter how I explain it, he won’t believe me, so why waste my breath?’

When she saw Wen Ying walk in through the back door, a light flickered in Chaochao’s mother’s lifeless eyes.

A look of vibrant anticipation spread across her face.

"Chaochao’s mother, this is for you. Take it."

It was a small wooden box. Inside was a rubber tomato and a yellow... piece of what looked like talisman paper.

Qin Hanyun saw the contents as well when Chaochao’s mother opened the box.

’A toy and a piece of paper, worth ten thousand yuan.’

’This Wen Ying is going too far.’

’Even if she’s just selling psychological hope, isn’t this too expensive?’

He had heard about some of the methods psychologists used, but he truly didn’t know how to describe Doctor Wen’s methods.

’I hope she knows when to stop.’

Chaochao’s mother looked at the items with pleasant surprise. "Doctor Wen, how do I use this?"

"Both your blood and Mr. Qin’s must be dripped onto this rubber tomato. When the time comes, this talisman paper will guide you to see Chaochao. But this must be done in the early morning three days from now."

"Three days from now?" Qin Hanyun blurted out. "The Ghost Festival?"

’What on earth is this?’

’How did this get tied up with the Zhongyuan Festival, which is commonly known as the Ghost Festival?’

’Is this scam getting bigger and bigger?’

"If you need my blood, can I see that tomato?" Qin Hanyun asked. Although Chaochao’s mother felt a little conflicted, she didn’t stop him.

Qin Hanyun took out the rubber tomato. It actually felt quite nice in his hand.

He had to admit, Doctor Wen’s craftsmanship was pretty good; it was very lifelike. But there were four words carved on it. Qin Hanyun looked at them and read them aloud, "’Bee Leaf in You’? Is this spelled wrong?"

’Shouldn’t it be ’Believe in You’?’

He could understand wanting to write a lucky phrase, but to get two of the four words wrong... that he really couldn’t comprehend.

’A simple phrase like ’Believe in You’ is something even a grade-schooler could write, right?’

"Doctor Wen’s handwriting is so beautiful," Chaochao’s mother praised with a smile.

Qin Hanyun was just speechless.

"Spelled wrong? What’s wrong with it? Those are the four words I meant to write. Mr. Qin, don’t you use the internet? You should get online more often. It’s a lucky pun."

[Shocking! The host, who rarely goes online, is actually mocking someone else for not being online?]

Wen Ying was speechless. ’Stupid system, please shut yourself up.’

Qin Hanyun was speechless once again.

"Mr. Qin, Doctor Wen graduated from a prestigious university," Chaochao’s mother reminded him.

Qin Hanyun was surprised. He hadn’t expected Wen Ying to be a graduate of a prestigious university.

Chaochao’s mother took back the tomato and placed the talisman paper into a small lucky pouch she carried with her.

She had prepared this kind of small pouch, which could be kept close to her body, before coming to see Doctor Wen.

"Doctor Wen, three days from now is the Ghost Festival, right?" Chaochao’s mother needed to confirm.

"There’s a folk saying that on the fifteenth day of the seventh lunar month, the Ghost Gate opens."

"I understand."

Qin Hanyun couldn’t help but ask, "So, what is it that you understand?"