The Crazy Son-In-Law

After Xiao Shun cleaned Song Qingshan’s wound with alcohol cotton and disinfected the surgical knife, he squinted and carefully started to cut…

After removing the sutures, he applied the ointment to a gauze and bandaged the wound, then removed the silver needles from Song Qingshan’s body.

He quickly regained sensation, though it wasn’t completely back yet, and Xiao Shun helped him sit up.

“How does the wound feel?” Xiao Shun asked.

“It doesn’t hurt, it feels cool, like an ice pack,” Song Qingshan replied with surprise.

“Once Linger prepares the ointment, take it home and remember to change it every day. It should heal in about a week.”

“Thank you, Mr. Xiao.”

“As for the Meteor Fist, you have injuries now, so don’t learn it yet. I’ll write a boxing manual for you tomorrow, and you can practice slowly at home.”

“Okay, can Linger prepare more of this ointment for me? Then when I go back to the team, if I get injured again, I won’t have to run to the hospital. It’s also convenient to carry this.”

“No problem, just remember to pay,” Xiao Shun joked.

Song Qingshan chuckled, “We’re family, talking about money hurts feelings.”

“Don’t give me that. Boxing manual, energy methods, energy pellets, I haven’t even charged you yet.”

Xiao Shun stood up and stretched.

Because Song Qingshan only had three days off, the following two days were busy for Xiao Shun and Song Linger.

Boxing manual, energy pellets, ointment, and in his spare time, he had to quickly write the Fallen Seven to teach to Qin Guangyuan.

Before Song Qingshan left Stillwater, he finally prepared everything for him.

Watching the jeep slowly disappear, Song Linger cried for the first time, as if she was parting with life and death.

Indeed, in this era of peace and prosperity, she had never thought that Song Qingshan would be in danger.

This time made her deeply realize that there are so many people silently guarding this land, and their fellow countrymen on this land.

“Master, do you think Uncle Qingshan’s comrades were scared when they sacrificed? Would they regret it at the moment they closed their eyes? What would they think about?”

On the car returning to the Eighth Avenue, Song Linger asked Song Qingshan.

“Facing life and death, anyone would fear, wouldn’t they? Someone needs to shoulder the burden of this peaceful and prosperous age.” Xiao Shun was reluctant to say more, responding only with a light comment.

He suddenly felt incredibly small compared to Song Qingshan.

Silence enshrouded their journey.

In the Bamboo Court’s small garden, Qin Guangyuan and Wang Ye were playing chess.

Qin Zhiyu, eldest and unwilling, sat at the side, tasked with pouring tea and water for the two men.

In recent days, Qin Guangyuan had been temporarily staying at Bamboo Court, effectively tethering her there as well.Text © by N0ve/lDrama.Org.

The two old men chatted about medical techniques and played chess, much to her chagrin.

“Grandpa, do you really think that jerk of a young man will have the ‘Fallen Seven’?” Qin Zhiyu couldn’t help but ask.

“Maybe he’s just a fraud. I heard from Tang Shishi that he went to Harrow a couple of days ago. He doesn’t seem to take this matter seriously at all. Maybe he doesn’t know it and is just fooling us.”

Qin Zhiyu held a heavy grudge, but Qin Guangyuan and Wang Ye paid her no mind, not sparing her a glance.

“Do you see… shall I return to the capital first? I still have work and classes to attend.”

“I’ve already informed the hospital and the school. You can return with me when I do,” Qin Guangyuan replied.

“Grandpa,” Qin Zhiyu whined.

“Maybe I should make a phone call to hurry that jerk along. Who knows when he will finish? We can’t just keep waiting here, can we?”

Qin Guangyuan looked at the chessboard in silence for a moment, “If I could find the second half of the ‘Fallen Seven’, I would be willing to wait, even if it took my entire life.”

“What if he turns out to be a scam?”

“Shut up. Do you know how many years it used to take to learn a craft? Especially for us medical students, it took three years of menial work, three years of apprenticeship. Can’t we wait for a few days?”

Qin Zhiyu knew the old man was being stubborn. She didn’t dare to provoke him further and obediently closed her mouth, even though she was very helpless.

“Miss Qin, it’s not very nice to talk behind someone’s back,” a voice suddenly came from behind her.

Qin Guangyuan and the others turned to see Xiao Shun standing at the entrance of the small garden, smiling at them.

With a huff, Qin Zhiyu shot him a glare, “I hope you won’t disappoint us and that you really bring the ‘Fallen Seven’.”

Xiao Shun, walking towards them, replied, “Remember this, I could give the ‘Fallen Seven’, or I could not. I could even teach it to others. I’m sure there are people willing to pay a high price to learn it. Miss Qin, do you think I’m the one begging to teach the ‘Fallen Seven’ to your Qin family?”

“You…” Qin Zhiyu, her face flushed, was speechless.

Qin Guangyuan, desperate to save face, hurriedly smoothed things over with a smile, “Mr. Xiao, don’t take her words to heart. She’s been spoiled since she was a child and doesn’t know when to hold her tongue.”

Wang Ye also tried to mediate, “Her words are thoughtless, just let them slide. Mr. Xiao, don’t take them to heart.”

“Zhiyu, apologize,” Qin Guangyuan said, displeased.

Xiao Shun waved his hand, “Never mind, I can’t afford to accept Miss Qin’s apology.”

With that, he handed two A4 sheets filled with writing to Qin Guangyuan, “This is the second half of the ‘Fallen Seven’. I’ve annotated the difficult parts.”

His master’s copy of the ancient medical book ‘Fallen Seven’ was quite thick, written in brush script. Rewritten with a ballpoint pen, however, it didn’t take up much space. Two A4 pages were enough.

Qin Guangyuan, eager, took the pages and put on his reading glasses to examine them closely.

After a moment, his hands began to tremble slightly. He looked at Xiao Shun, then at Wang Ye, exclaiming excitedly, “This really is the ‘Fallen Seven’!”

Aside from a few exceptionally gifted individuals in the Qin family, it was unlikely anyone else had seen the Fallen Seven. What Xiao Shun had written not only flawlessly connected with the first half, but also consistently followed the same methodology.

What was even more commendable was that he had explained the essence of the Fallen Seven without missing a single detail. The annotations he made even clarified parts of the first half that even the Qin family could not fully understand.

After his explanation, Qin Guangyuan had a sudden moment of enlightenment.

“Congratulations, your family’s Fallen Seven is finally complete,” Wang Ye stood up to congratulate.

As the Fallen Seven was the Qin family’s secret technique, he was not able to go forward and read along with Qin Guangyuan, so he sat to the side.

Qin Guangyuan shook his head in a lost manner, sighing, “This isn’t our Qin family’s Fallen Seven, this is clearly Mr. Xiao’s. He understands this ancient medical book better than anyone in our Qin family, how can we have the face to claim it as ours?”

After speaking, he bowed deeply to Xiao Shun, “Mr. Xiao, please accept my bow.”