"I can buy your bracelet!" Qin Hanyun immediately took out his phone. "The bracelet looks very beautiful and of good quality. I'll offer fifty thousand, okay?"
Every morning, Mom, "..."
"Ten thousand, take it and go."
Qin Hanyun transferred ten thousand yuan to Chaochao's mom on the spot, and Chaochao's mom then transferred ten thousand yuan to Wen Ying.
"Dr. Wen, do you think this amount is enough for the medicine?"
"This is enough." Wen Ying didn't generously say no or that it was too much.
She was already losing money on this deal with Zhaozhao.
The things given to Chaochao's mom can't be bought for ten thousand yuan.
Qin Hanyun looked at Dr. Wen speechlessly. He could understand Chaochao's mother's current feelings; even if it required a million, she would sell her blood and kidneys to gather it. This is the love parents have for their children.
But what about the child's father?
"Chaochao's mom, did Chaochao's dad die too?" Qin Hanyun was genuinely curious; otherwise, why hadn't the man shown up?
Or is it because she gave birth to a girl, so it doesn't matter?
Such a man is not worthy of his sister.
"Dad..." Morning's mom was silent for a moment, not knowing how to organize her words to answer this question. Finally, it came down to five words, "We got divorced."
Qin Hanyun was somewhat stunned; he really was a scumbag!
My little sister has suffered too much!
"Don't bring up my sister's sad past anymore. Rest assured, Chaochao's mom, I may not be able to give you anything else, but our family does have some money. If you want to relocate Chaochao's grave, I can make it happen."
Morning's mom didn't speak to Qin Hanyun again; she just looked at Dr. Wen.
"You wait here for me, I'll go find the medicine you need."
Wen Ying got up and walked towards the backyard, heading straight into the kitchen. After thinking for a moment, she decided to carve something on the small rubber tomato she had bought.
The shape of a tomato made of rubber, Wen Ying took out her ballpoint pen and wrote four characters on it. As she wrote, she infused the pen with her spiritual energy, making the characters seem to come alive.
In the clinic, Qin Hanyun looked at Zhaozhao's mother and asked cautiously, "If you really are my sister, would you agree to come back with me?"
Morning's mother answered indifferently, "There is no 'if'."
In an instant, she realized, "Sorry, I didn't mean it that way. I just think it's unlikely. Even if I really am the sister you speak of, aren't we strangers to each other? Why get hung up on blood relations? I'm already this old, and I don't want to look for any family anymore."
Qin Hanyun was silent for a moment. "You love Zhaozhao very much, so you should understand what a child means to a mother?"
Morning's mom wanted to say something, but suddenly stopped.
She had no way to comfort others; she had no emotional foundation with the Qin family. How could she suddenly care?
Saying I care is also a lie.
But she was unwilling to deceive anyone.
Looking at Chaochao's mother's silence, Qin Hanyun continued, "If Chaochao's matter is resolved and you truly are my sister, I hope you can promise me to come home and visit."
Morning's mom nodded but did not speak.
She didn't have the time or inclination to think about anything else right now.
"Mom, how did you meet Dr. Wen?" Qin Hanyun asked, a bit curious.
"When Zhao Zhao was hospitalized, Dr. Wen was also at the hospital, so they got to know each other."
"She herself can get sick, so how can you believe she can help you see Zhaozhao? We are all people of the new era, those... things, do you think they are possible?" Qin Hanyun still didn't say the word superstition.
He could understand Morning's mom's feelings, but the greater the hope, the greater the disappointment when the results came out.
It would have been better not to have any hope from the beginning; why go through the agony of such highs and lows?
So he harbored some resentment towards Wen Ying.
But after all, the child was not his, and he had no reason to dissuade others.
Can only give a kind reminder.
Morning's mother listened to Qin Hanyun's words, looked at Qin Hanyun, shook her head, and said nothing.
This person didn't believe Dr. Wen from the start. No matter how much she explained, he wouldn't believe her, so why waste more words?
Seeing Wen Ying walk in through the back door, Chaochao's mother's lifeless eyes brightened a little.
There was a livelier anticipation on his face.
"Morning Mom, this is your stuff, take it."
A small wooden box, inside which lay a rubber tomato, and then there was a yellow... it should be a talisman paper.
When Zhao Zhao's mother opened the box, Qin Hanyun saw it too.
A toy and a piece of paper, worth ten thousand yuan.
This Wen Ying is going too far.
Even if what she was selling was people's psychological expectations, wasn't it too expensive?
He had heard of some methods used by psychologists before, but as for Dr. Wen's methods, he truly didn't know how to describe them.
I hope she can exercise some restraint.
Mrs. Zhao looked at the object in surprise, "Dr. Wen, how do you use this?"
"You and Mr. Qin need to drip all your blood onto this rubber tomato. Then, this talisman will guide you to see Zhaozhao. But this can only be done at dawn three days from now."
"Three days later?" Qin Hanyun thought aloud, "The Ghost Festival?"
What on earth is this thing?
How did it end up being related to the Ghost Festival, also known as the Zhongyuan Festival?
Is this scam getting bigger and bigger?
"Do you need my blood? Can I take a look at this tomato?" Qin Hanyun spoke up. Although Chaochao's mother felt a bit conflicted, she did not stop him.
Qin Hanyun took out the rubber tomato; it felt quite good in his hand.
I have to say, Dr. Wen's skills are quite impressive; the work is lifelike. However, there are four characters carved on it. Qin Hanyun looked at them and read aloud, "Good persimmon peanut? Is this a mistake?"
Shouldn't something good happen?
He could understand the desire to write something auspicious, but getting two out of four characters wrong was something he truly couldn't comprehend.
Good things happen—these four simple words, even an elementary school student could write them, right?
"Dr. Wen's handwriting is really beautiful," Zhao Zhao's mom praised with a smile.
Qin Hanyun was at a loss for words.
"Wrong? What mistake? These are exactly the four characters I wrote. Mr. Qin, don't you like going online? You should spend more time on the internet; these four characters are a lucky homophone pun."
[The host who rarely goes online actually has the chance to mock others for not going online? Shocking!]
Wen Ying, "..." Dog system, please self-block.
Qin Hanyun was once again speechless.
"Mr. Qin, Dr. Wen graduated from a prestigious university," Chaochao's mother reminded.
Qin Hanyun was somewhat surprised; he hadn't expected Wen Ying to be a graduate of a prestigious university.
Every morning, Mom took this good persimmon and peanuts, placing the talisman paper in the small lucky pouch she carried with her.
When she came to see Dr. Wen, she had already prepared this small amulet that could be worn close to the body.
"Dr. Wen, the Ghost Festival is in three days, right?" Chaochao's mom needed to confirm.
"In folklore, it is said that on the fifteenth day of the seventh month, the gates of the underworld open."
"I understand."
Qin Hanyun couldn't help but ask, "So, understand what?"