CHAPTER 1250: CHAPTER 1251 GOING HOME (4)

Kong Shi exclaimed in surprise, and the An Family watched Yin Xilin with astonishment. This little girl’s body seemed like that of a five or six-year-old, at least half a head shorter than an average eight-year-old child!

"Lingling was abused in the mountain and not given enough food, so she’s malnourished and hence so tiny. I’ve examined her, and she is indeed eight years old."

An Yiqing’s explanation made the An Family feel even more sorry for Yin Xilin. Whose eight-year-old child isn’t pampered in their parents’ arms, but the sensible Yin Xilin was thrown into the orphanage early on, then sold to Dawang Mountain by traffickers. If An Yiqing hadn’t rescued her, who knows, she might still be trapped in the mountain!

The An Family was already kind-hearted, and Yin Xilin’s experiences made them treat her as their own, especially Old Lady An and Old Master An, who practically regarded Yin Xilin as their own great-granddaughter, to the point where Yin Xilin shed tears like golden beads.

After enjoying a sumptuous dinner with the An Family, An Yiqing was ushered back to the bedroom.

"Ah Lin, does your hand still hurt?" An Yiqing tenderly cradled Gu Yelin’s hand, skillfully applying a thick layer of ointment to the wound, then binding it with a white bandage.

"It’s okay, it doesn’t hurt."

Gu Yelin lowered his head, focusing on An Yiqing’s slightly furrowed brow from concern, feeling warmth in his heart. After going through so much turmoil, his beloved was still alive and well in this world. Although she couldn’t see anymore, as long as she was alive, nothing else mattered to him.

"Alright! During these days, don’t move your hand unnecessarily, avoid getting it wet, and eat light food. Your injury is quite severe and the bone is exposed, if not properly cared for, it could easily leave aftereffects." An Yiqing tied a beautiful bow with the bandage and carefully instructed, word by word.

Gu Yelin looked at the bow on his hands, a twitch in his eye, a trace of affection and helplessness passing through his cold, dark eyes.

"I don’t have much to do these days, so I’ll stay home and recover with you." Gu Yelin looked at An Yiqing, "Tutu, you’re a doctor, it’s your duty to take care of the patient. My meals and baths are all on you these days."

An Yiqing paused her actions, her delicate face turning a shade of red. Her gaze rested on Gu Yelin’s handsome face, giving him a playful glance.

"Ah Lin, I can’t see, my movements are inconvenient."

"Well, it’s fine if you can’t see, as long as you can use your hands. Tutu, can you bear to see me handle everything myself with such serious injuries?" Gu Yelin’s tone carried a hint of grievance and lament.

An Yiqing’s lip twitched, "Ah Lin, have you considered applying to Xuandu Film Academy? The next generation’s film emperor might be you."

"Tutu, can becoming a film emperor get me looked after by you?" Gu Yelin sighed, "Forget it, I’ll handle it myself. At worst, it’s just infection."

An Yiqing’s face stiffened, her teeth gritted, and she nodded.

"Don’t move, I’ll help you with your meals and baths. Ah Lin, you’re bullying me!"

A stunning smile appeared on Gu Yelin’s thin lips, suddenly transforming his usually cool and composed demeanor into something almost devilishly charming, with a crazed allure on his face.

If An Yiqing could see at this moment, she would notice the growing darkness in Gu Yelin’s eyes, yet it couldn’t hide the deep affection within.

The two embraced as they slept, having a good night’s rest. When An Yiqing awoke from her sleep again, it was already past one in the morning.

She lay quietly in Gu Yelin’s arms, her left hand gently caressing the bracelet on her right wrist, vivid memories of being knocked off a cliff by a mysterious man at the Tutian Family surfacing in her mind.

At that time, with quick reflexes, she had pulled down the mysterious man before falling off the cliff herself. Her eyesight was gone, but she could clearly hear the sound of waves crashing deep in the cliff.

Falling from such a high cliff, even landing in water would be fatal.

At that moment, she felt completely drained, incapable of even basic struggle. Just when she was about to give up, the voice of Fatty Mao Er emerged from the bracelet.

"Boss, you need to heal your eyes quickly, that man is not easy to deal with, he won’t die so easily! Hurry up and then wake me up!"

An Yiqing didn’t have time to ask what Fatty Mao Er meant when a warm stream swept over her body, wrapping her in something, making the fall into the sea less painful.

She remembered no more after that—falling into the sea, losing consciousness. The last thing An Yiqing heard before passing out was the sound of water all around her.

Gently blinking, An Yiqing’s eyes were somewhat sore. If Fatty Mao Er hadn’t saved her at the last moment, she might be in the Hall of Yama King playing chess with Black and White Impermanence by now.

Affectionately touching the bracelet, An Yiqing secretly vowed to find a way to awaken Fatty Mao Er as soon as possible!

After a restful night, the next day, An Yiqing took Yin Xilin to the Medicine Sect early in the morning.

Before leaving, the An Family was a bit evasive, not mentioning anything about Ye Chenghong to An Yiqing. They only hoped she wouldn’t be too upset when she discovered it.

Medicine Sect, hall.

Ah Mi and Dashan sat lower down, Ye Chenghong’s junior disciple Nie Shan sat opposite them, and the three seemed engrossed in something.

Just as the trio was deeply immersed in their thoughts, a warm, soft voice sounded nearby.

"What are you guys doing?"

The few of them were startled, nearly crying out. When they realized it was An Yiqing who spoke, they exaggeratedly patted their wildly beating hearts.

"You guys, your heartbeats are about to burst. Junior Uncle, what have you been doing with Ah Mi and Brother Dashan that makes them so flustered?" An Yiqing asked, raising her eyebrow.

Nie Shan cleared his throat, giving a sheepish smile, "What could we be doing? We’re just playing around. We got too engrossed, Girl Qing, you came without a sound and scared us!"

As Nie Shan spoke, he hid the ancient book he held behind him.

"If you want to play, just play, what’s there to hide?" An Yiqing rolled her eyes, her ears twitching, "Where’s Master?"

"Oh, Senior Brother, he—"

"Nie Uncle, the medicine for the Sect Leader has been tried again, but the hair still doesn’t work!"

Before Nie Shan finished his sentence, the voice of a Medicine Sect disciple came from outside the hall.

His heart sank, and Nie Shan nervously glanced at the now silent An Yiqing.

Sure enough, her face was extremely displeased!

"Junior Uncle, what’s really wrong with Master? Speak!"