Quick Travel to the Clouds

Chapter 486 Koi Little Lucky Star 15

"This... where did this come from?" Boss Lin's voice trembled.

"I found it in the chestnut forest! It was with that... that person!" Lin Fubao said hurriedly, "Grandma! Dad! That person is dying! He's a brother dressed very elegantly! He must be a noble person! Let's go save him!"

Picking up a treasure and bringing back a benefactor? This is simply pie in the sky! Song's thoughts raced. The treasure was naturally a blessing brought by Fubao, and this benefactor... was even more of a stroke of luck! If he could be saved, what a great favor would that be? What a huge debt of gratitude?

"Hurry!" Song made a prompt decision. "Big brother, second brother's family, hurry and follow Fubao! Bring the planks and ropes, and carry the person back! Be gentle, don't let anyone see!"

Mrs. Song quickly warned Fubao, "My dear, don't tell anyone about this except our family! Not even a word! Remember?"

"Remember, grandma!" Lin Fubao nodded heavily, feeling that he had done something earth-shattering. The pride of proving his identity as a "lucky star" surged in his heart again.

Boss Lin brought his men, led by Lin Fubao, and quietly carried the unconscious boy back to the Lin family courtyard and placed him in Lin Fubao's room.

The boy was seriously injured and had lost too much blood. There seemed to be problems with his ribs and leg bones. He had a high fever and was unconscious.

The Lin family did not hire a good doctor, so they secretly asked a barefoot doctor from the neighboring village who knew a little about traumatic injuries to come and see them. When the doctor saw the injuries, especially the knife wound on the arm that was so deep that the bone was visible and the obvious internal injuries, he was so scared that he waved his hands and only prescribed some herbal medicine to stop bleeding and reduce inflammation. He didn't even dare to ask for more consultation fees and ran away.

There was no other way, so the Lins and Songs could only bite the bullet and take matters into their own hands. They cleaned the wound, applied herbal compresses, and fed him rice soup and crushed herbal juice. Songs pulled out a small piece of ginseng from the bottom of a closet, cut off some of its whiskers, and boiled it in water to keep him alive.

The few days when the boy's life and death were uncertain became the absolute secret of the Lin family and the silent center of the storm in the Lin family courtyard.

The Lins were anxious and expectant, restless all day. They worried that the boy would die at home, causing disaster, but they also eagerly hoped that he would survive and bring them "immense wealth."

Every time I look at the purse filled with gold leaves, the balance in my heart tilts a little towards "wealth".

She became the de facto backbone of the Song family. She monitored the boy's condition day and night, directing everyone to take turns watching him, while also strictly preventing any leaks of information. She looked at the boy as if he were a giant, human-shaped gold mine.

The judgment of "noble person" has become an iron rule in her heart.

At the same time, she became even more convinced of Fubao's "blessings" and worshipped him like an ancestor, making all kinds of promises and praising him endlessly. However, she also had a faint worry that this wealth came too strangely and she was afraid of future troubles.

Lin Fubao was completely immersed in the huge halo of "Little Lucky Star".

Her parents' nervousness, her grandmother's doting, and her sisters and brothers' admiring and fearful eyes all made her feel elated.

She felt that it was because she saved the "noble man" that the family had gold leaves and the whole family treated her better.

She even secretly used this as an asset. When she sneaked out to play with her former friends (of course, she was strictly forbidden by the Song family), she couldn't help but want to show off, "There is a big secret in my family." But fortunately, she was scared by the Song family and didn't dare to say it out loud.

Her vanity was satisfied as never before, and she began to feel that this "noble" brother was a strong proof of her blessing.

The other members of the Lin family were filled with curiosity and fear.

The younger siblings were ordered not to go near the room, and the older children took turns guarding the door and running errands.

All they knew was that a mysterious and terrifying man, seriously injured, had come to their home, and that this man was connected to the supposedly priceless gold leaf. The atmosphere in their home was both oppressive and restless.

Ten days later, with the support of Song's almost overdrawn energy and the little bit of ginseng, the boy's fever finally subsided and he barely opened his eyes, but he was extremely weak and couldn't even speak clearly.

The Lin family burst into tears of joy! Mrs. Song was even more tearful, holding the boy's hand and saying, "It's good that he woke up! It's good that he woke up! God bless you! Fubao bless you!"

When the young man regained consciousness a little and tried to open his mouth with difficulty to express his gratitude, Boss Lin and Mrs. Song almost immediately expressed their concern that his unknown identity might cause trouble. Their words were full of hints - they had taken a huge risk to save him and spent a huge amount of money (mainly referring to the ginseng and medicinal herbs)!

Though frail, the young man's eyes were sharp as he scanned the complex expressions of the Lin family members, finally landing on his purse, respectfully placed in a prominent position by the bedside, and the familiar gold leaf peeking out of the purse's opening. He seemed to understand something.

His voice was hoarse and he only said two words: "Safe...?" Then he started coughing violently again.

Song immediately assured: "It's safe! Don't worry! No one except our Lin family knows you are here! My dear, you can rest and recover!"

The young man nodded, closed his eyes wearily, and said no more. However, no one saw the hideous wound on his right wrist, deep enough to reveal the bone, caused by the sharp blade. Around the edge of the wound, a tiny, inconspicuous ulcer seemed to be quietly spreading.

Lin Fubao was holding a bowl of thick rice soup with a faint ginseng flavor. Her fingertips were a little red from the heat, but she tried to keep steady and carefully carried it to the edge of the kang.

On the kang, the strange young man who was regarded as a treasure by the whole family was barely supporting his body, leaning on a pile of worn but washed-out bedding.

His face was still as pale as paper, his lips were dry and chapped, but his eyes, despite his weakness, showed a hawk-like sharpness as he silently scanned every nervous and expectant face in the room.

Boss Lin rubbed his hands, sat half-empty on a low stool beside the kang, and put on a forced smile.

Zhang nervously twisted the corners of her clothes and stood behind her husband, not daring to breathe.

Song moved a stool and sat directly at the place closest to the kang. Her cloudy old eyes stared at the young man, and the wrinkles on her face were filled with concern, but deep in that concern was an undisguised scrutiny and calculation.

Lin Fubao's heart was pounding, and her face flushed with vanity and the excitement of being the protagonist. She handed the bowl over, her voice crisp and deliberately intimate, "Brother Guiren, have some soup! My grandma specially added ginseng roots to it!"

The boy did not take the bowl immediately. His deep eyes lingered on Lin Fubao's excited and flushed cheeks for a moment, as if he wanted to see through her innocent mask.

After a while, he looked away, his dry lips moved slightly, and his voice was hoarse but unusually clear: "I can speak."

This wasn't a question, but a statement that carried an unquestionable command. It was as if reminding everyone in the Lin family that he had regained his ability to speak and was no longer just passively receiving information.

These short and powerful words made the air in the room freeze for a moment.

The smile on Boss Lin's face froze. Song's eyes flashed, and she immediately continued, "You can say it! That's good! Your Excellency, this is great. Fubao's blessing is really effective!"

She quickly winked at Fubao, signaling her to pass the bowl closer, then looked at the young man with a face full of kindness, "My dear, you have suffered so much! You finally made it through! You don't know how worried I have been these past few days... All those precious ginseng roots were thrown in..."

She didn't detail the costs and risks, but her tone and wording conveyed them.