Cannon Fodder in an Era Drama — I Survive with Acting-Chapter 87: Stabilizing the Situation

In that moment, her heart seemed to twist painfully. Recalling what Song Qingya had just said, she could no longer suppress her emotions.

A deep sense of unease washed over her.

She quickly got up and pulled him to his feet.

"Old Luo, let’s hurry home. I almost forgot, I still have some blankets airing out on the balcony. It’s so hot today, but if it suddenly rains tonight, it’ll be a hassle if they get wet."

"The sky is so clear. How could it rain?"

Luo Fuman looked utterly baffled, his face a mask of confusion and reluctance.

"Didn’t we agree to stay here tonight? Besides, you’ve been busy all afternoon. Why the sudden rush to leave?"

"Stay? Forget about staying. We’re going back to our own home. We can’t keep bothering Xiao Fei and Qingya. Let’s hurry back." 𝚏𝕣𝐞𝗲𝐰𝕖𝐛𝐧𝕠𝕧𝚎𝚕.𝐜𝚘𝗺

Yang Yingzi smiled as she spoke, then turned to look at Qian ManCang, who was standing off to the side.

Luo Weiwei, who was standing beside her, nodded as well.

Fei Jin was momentarily baffled.

He frowned, looking at Yang Yingzi’s determined expression.

He couldn’t understand why her attitude had changed so suddenly.

’Just yesterday, she was saying it was fine to stay for a few more days.’

He felt a flicker of doubt, but he didn’t voice it.

"It’s no bother at all, Old Luo. The room is all ready for you both. You can stay here without any worries."

Fei Jin quickly explained.

Song Qingya walked up beside him, gave him a subtle nudge, and gently shook her head.

Fei Jin froze.

"..."

He was suddenly at a loss for words, his mind a whirl of questions.

He couldn’t figure out what had happened to make Luo Fuman and his wife change their attitude so abruptly.

’What is going on? Is there a problem?’

A wave of unease washed over Fei Jin.

Although Fei Jin was puzzled, he didn’t press the issue.

Despite his utter confusion, he had always trusted Song Qingya’s judgment.

So in the end, he just nodded silently and stopped trying to persuade them to stay.

In the end, Yang Yingzi hastily left with Luo Fuman and Luo Weiwei.

They packed their bags and were soon on their way home.

Luo Weiwei wanted to play a little longer, but she was well-behaved. She waved and called out, "Brother Fei, pretty sister, bye-bye! I’ll come visit you again!"

The little girl waved, her eyes betraying her reluctance to leave. Still, she obeyed her parents, did her best to hide her disappointment, and offered a sweet smile.

"Of course! Weiwei, you’re welcome to visit anytime."

Song Qingya smiled and waved back.

Her eyes crinkled in a warm smile as she responded.

She watched the family recede into the distance, only turning away once they were out of sight.

Once the family was gone, she pulled Fei Jin inside the house and shut the courtyard gate.

The CREAK of the closing gate broke the silence.

The only sound left in the courtyard was the whisper of a light breeze through the leaves.

Fei Jin asked, "What’s really going on? Did you notice something wrong with Brother Luo?"

Unable to hold back any longer, he blurted out the question that had been weighing on him all afternoon. His eyes were fixed on her, demanding an answer.

"Yes, his health isn’t good. But don’t tell anyone else about this for now. I’m afraid he’ll worry too much if he finds out."

Song Qingya nodded, her voice low.

Her tone was steady, her expression serious but calm.

She paused for a moment before continuing, explaining the reasoning behind her worry.

She was afraid that spreading the news would be counterproductive, only adding to the patient’s psychological burden.

That was why Song Qingya hadn’t spoken directly to Luo Fuman, choosing instead to communicate privately with Yang Yingzi.

After careful consideration, she had decided to bypass the patient and explain the situation to Yang Yingzi.

On one hand, this avoided placing too much psychological stress on the patient.

On the other hand, his wife’s reassurance could help stabilize the situation.

Some people, as soon as they hear they’re unwell, let their imaginations run wild. What might not have been serious can become worse the more they dwell on it.

That was precisely why she had acted so decisively at that moment.

After all, some people are naturally prone to anxiety, even if their condition isn’t severe.

Their own speculation can blow the illness out of proportion and hinder a proper recovery.

Song Qingya returned to the room.

Back inside the familiar house, she walked confidently over to a desk and began to write something.

She wrote a note and handed it to Fei Jin.

It listed the names of several herbal medicines.

"Ajin, take this list and buy these herbs. I’ll prepare them and mail them to Brother Luo’s house."

She pressed the small slip of paper into Fei Jin’s hand, instructing him in a hushed tone.

"You must get this done as soon as possible. There’s no time to waste."

"This... is this a prescription you wrote?"

Fei Jin took the note, his gaze falling upon it as he read it carefully.

He couldn’t help but look at Song Qingya in shock.

"Don’t read too much into it. These are all gentle, food-grade herbs. They’re not for treating illnesses, just for helping the body recuperate. I’ve only just started studying medicine; I’m not qualified to write prescriptions for people yet."

She truly had no formal medical training or clinical experience.

Even if her mind held a wealth of professional knowledge, enough to write a proper and correct prescription,

no one would blindly trust her and take the medicine she prescribed.

So she understood that if she truly wanted the ability to treat patients,

she would have to study diligently for a good while longer.

At this thought, Song Qingya leaned back gently in her chair, lost in quiet contemplation.

After a moment, she looked up, her gaze fixed on Fei Jin across the table. "By the way," she began seriously, "I heard there’s a very famous old traditional Chinese medicine doctor in our county, surnamed Wen. He’s a bit old but very experienced. I heard he used to be a highly respected physician. Does he live on the west side of town?"

As soon as the words left her mouth, Fei Jin thought for a moment and mostly understood what she was getting at.

"Are you thinking of visiting this Mr. Wen to ask him about medicine?"

"Yes, that’s right."

Song Qingya nodded, her tone resolute.

"I want to ask him to formally take me on as his student, so I can study medicine systematically under him."

Seeing that this wasn’t just a passing whim for Song Qingya, and that she had developed a genuine interest in medicine,

Fei Jin’s casual expression slowly grew serious.

He straightened his posture and asked, "Qingya, are you really determined to study medicine? It’s not an easy path, and it takes more than a momentary impulse to see it through."

Song Qingya gently caressed her slightly swollen belly, a soft smile on her lips.

"I don’t have much to do at home all day. Rather than just being a homebody and doing nothing day in and day out, I’d rather find something meaningful to fill my time. It’s not good to be cooped up all day, and life is getting too boring."

After hearing her reasoning, Fei Jin no longer objected.

On the contrary, he felt a quiet sense of joy.

Since Song Qingya had set her mind to it, he was more than willing to support her in following her heart and pursuing her dream.

He had always felt that someone with Song Qingya’s intelligence and spark

shouldn’t be confined to the house, just dealing with chores every day.