RYEY -Chapter 435 Using Public Power for Private Revenge

Yang Liu shook his head. “Dad, it was because I stayed with your family that you gave me the name Yang Liu. I don’t want to change it.”

Only then did Xiao Dan realize how his big brother’s name came to be—Yang Liu, Yang Liu. The Yang family kept Niuwa and let him become one of them.

“Uncle Niu, what’s your surname?” Xiao Dan asked.

Uncle Niu was taken aback. His surname was Chen. About eighty percent of Xiangyang Village shared that surname, but everyone called him Brother Niu or Uncle Niu. In a few more years, he might forget his own surname altogether.

“I’ve forgotten. Anyway, everyone’s called me Uncle Niu or Grandpa Niu for so many years—I stopped remembering my surname long ago.”

Cheng Qiao and the others all glanced at him. Was Uncle Niu prepared to fulfill Yang Liu? It made sense—after all, it was the Yang family who had saved Yang Liu’s life and given him a place where he could eat his fill and stay warm.

“Brother Niu, I think you’re a few years older than me. I believe Niuwa is truly your flesh and blood—you two look far too alike. If Niuwa is willing to go with you, I won’t stop him. If he’s not willing, then you stay here and we’ll live together.”

Yang Jun suddenly figured it out. Keeping Uncle Niu meant just one more person at the table, one more pair of chopsticks. Besides, Uncle Niu looked capable enough.

Uncle Niu looked at Yang Liu again. Yang Liu felt relieved, took the bowl of medicine from Cheng Qiao, and drank it down in one gulp. He would acknowledge Uncle Niu as his father, and he would also support his adoptive parents.

He also wanted to recover his memories—he wanted to know why he had come from Xiangyang Village all the way to Hexi. The two places were thousands of kilometers apart—how had he traveled such a long distance?

After the medicine went down, Shen Sanling took Yang Liu to a ward to observe the effects. Before long, piercing screams came from inside, frightening Uncle Niu and Yang Jun so badly that they wanted to rush in.

But the door was tightly shut, and they didn’t dare knock hard. They could only shout from outside, but their voices were completely drowned out by Yang Liu’s screams. For a moment, they didn’t know what to do.

More than ten minutes later, it finally quieted down. Yang Liu held his head in both hands. The pain had passed, but his head was buzzing, and he couldn’t tell east from west.

“The pulse has changed. There still seems to be some blockage in the blood vessels in his brain. But today isn’t suitable for more medication. Let’s observe again after some time,” Shen Sanling said after taking his pulse.

Cheng Qiao also checked his pulse once, but couldn’t detect anything unusual. Seeing her embarrassment, Shen Sanling quickly reminded her:

“Check again. Pay attention to the Renying point—you’ll understand where the problem lies.”

Cheng Qiao immediately placed her fingers on Yang Liu’s left wrist, focusing on the changes at the Renying point. After a few minutes, she suddenly understood.

She deeply admired Shen Sanling’s medical skills. With the help of her special space, she could clearly locate the source of a patient’s illness, yet she still couldn’t detect such subtle changes.

“Teacher, I really need to study well with you. Compared to you, I’m lacking far too much,” Cheng Qiao said.

Shen Sanling smiled and nodded. Cheng Qiao was too modest. She had a solid foundation, guidance from Ye Jun, and was diligent and eager to learn—he was willing to teach a student like her.

Yang Liu felt as if he were spinning in circles, with overlapping figures before his eyes. This was the result of that bowl of medicine—first it hurt so badly he thought he’d die, and now he was so dizzy he felt like dying again.

Still shaken, he looked at Cheng Qiao, wondering what kind of medicine she had given him to make him suffer so much.

Could it be that his earlier ambiguous attitude had angered her? After all, she was also from Xiangyang Village. Maybe she was helping Uncle Niu—no, his biological father—punish him.

With that thought, Yang Liu ignored his dizziness, grabbed the bed rail, barely stood up, and bowed repeatedly to Cheng Qiao, pitifully begging for mercy:

“Miss, it’s not that I won’t acknowledge my father—I just can’t abandon my adoptive parents. They showed me great kindness; I must support them. Please, be magnanimous and spare me.”

Cheng Qiao froze. After filtering his words, she finally understood what he meant. This guy actually thought she was taking revenge on him through medicine. The realization hurt her deeply.

“Comrade Yang Liu, your way of thinking is terrifying. Cheng Qiao is a doctor with excellent medical ethics and outstanding ability. The fact that she treated you and gave you medicine today is a blessing for your entire life. Don’t overthink things—especially not in such wild ways.”

Shen Sanling was truly angry. He looked at Yang Liu sternly and criticized him without holding back. If it weren’t for Xiao Dan and Uncle Niu, Cheng Qiao wouldn’t have treated him at all. And now he was even suspecting her of abusing her position for personal revenge—what kind of person was he?

Yang Liu was not a fool. He realized that he had been judging others with a petty mind, and he hurriedly apologized to Cheng Qiao. Cheng Qiao merely smiled; she hoped that Uncle Niu and Yang Liu could get along well. After all, they were father and son—blood was thicker than water.

“Lie down. Getting some sleep will help.”

Cheng Qiao directly took out her golden needles and pierced Yang Liu’s sleep acupoint. At once, Yang Liu felt his eyelids grow heavy. Just as he was about to fall asleep, something seemed to flash through his mind—he tried to grasp it, but all that came was a deep, dreamless sleep.

“Cheng Qiao, I feel like he seemed to remember something just now. Why did you let him fall asleep?”

Shen Ying had been watching from the side and couldn’t help asking.

“I think he’s very resistant to recalling the past. Since he can’t remember, then there’s no need to force it. It’s not a big deal.”

Shen Sanleng quietly put away his silver. As expected of Ye Jun’s disciple—she knew exactly what should be done and what shouldn’t. It seemed he really could place many heavy responsibilities on Cheng Qiao in the future.

The door opened. Uncle Niu and Yang Jun looked at Cheng Qiao expectantly, anxious to know how Yang Liu was doing. Cheng Qiao smiled and nodded, gesturing for them to go in and see for themselves.

Yang Liu had already begun to let out soft, even snores—he was clearly in a deep sleep. Seeing that his complexion was much better than before, Yang Jun looked at Cheng Qiao with gratitude.

“Miss, whenever you want to go to the Qilian Mountains, don’t hesitate—I’ll lead the way for you. And let me say this first: I won’t charge you a single cent.”

Yang Jun was a simple, honest man. He didn’t know how to repay Cheng Qiao, but he knew she liked the Qilian Mountains, so he made the promise outright.

“Alright. It’s a deal.”

Of course Cheng Qiao accepted—otherwise he would feel uneasy about it.

“Qiao girl, how much is the consultation fee? When this old man came out, I even exchanged work points for money.”

“Uncle Niu, keep your money. But I do have a job for you—would you be willing to take it?”

“I’d be delighted!”

Uncle Niu laughed until his whole face was creased with wrinkles. He carried a little over a hundred yuan on him—enough for daily expenses for now—but here he had no roots. He couldn’t very well rely on Niuwa to support him.

“Our school still needs to build dormitories and a cafeteria. There’s a lot of carpentry work involved. Uncle Niu, your skills are top-notch. I’m planning to set up an engineering department—how about you take charge of the carpentry side?”