Before Chen Ye could answer, Lin Jinghua on the side was already in tears, overwhelmed with emotion.
He grabbed Chen Ye’s hand, his voice trembling as he said, "Steward Chen! Your great kindness, my Lin family... will never forget it!"
In his view, this Steward Chen not only gave them a way to survive but also restored their dignity.
And now, he was even going to personally treat his youngest daughter!
What a benevolent act, what a noble character!
"Father..." Lin Qiongyu looked at her father’s grateful demeanor, her heart cold as ice.
"You, be quiet!"
Lin Jinghua turned sharply, glaring at his daughter with disappointment and anger.
This daughter of his, who usually understood reason, why was she today so ungrateful?
He sternly said, "Steward Chen treats our Lin family like this, what is your attitude? Hurry and thank Steward Chen at once!"
"Elder Lin, there’s no need for this."
Chen Ye smiled, helping Lin Jinghua up. He patted the old man’s shoulder, but his gaze went past him, landing on Lin Qiongyu’s pale face, speaking gently:
"Miss Lin, you must be worried about my medical skills, a natural concern. However, the longer your sister’s illness drags on, the more dangerous it becomes. We... should not delay any further."
These words were spoken with utmost consideration, and to Lin Jinghua, they made Chen Ye appear even more magnanimous and understanding.
But in Lin Qiongyu’s ears, they were nothing short of a final ultimatum.
"Perhaps... perhaps Steward Chen isn’t eccentric... his care for his two apprentices is sincere from the heart..."
Lin Qiongyu took a deep breath, but at this moment, she had no other choices,
"Qiongyu understands..."
As if I would devour her sister.
Chen Ye shook his head secretly and turned to instruct Dark Old Man to lead the many fruit growers to Lisong Valley later.
Within Lisong Valley, with Li Qiuyun and Qingzhi overseeing, it was sufficient to keep things in order, with no need to worry about chaos among the fruit growers.
...
Under Lin Jinghua’s enthusiastic guidance, Chen Ye and his group passed through the bustling Peach Grove Collection, arriving at a secluded alley.
The Lin family’s dwelling was quite similar to the environment of Yunxi District’s Market district. It was evident that through generations of accumulation, their residence was not overly simple.
If not for the daughter’s cough illness exhausting their Spirit Stones, the family wouldn’t likely be in such a predicament.
"Steward Chen, please come in."
Lin Jinghua opened the wooden door with some trepidation, a hint of awkwardness on his face.
Chen Ye nodded and stepped in first.
Inside the house, the lighting was very dim, and the air was thick with the heavy scent of medicinal herbs.
In the inner corner, a small figure sat quietly in a wheelchair.
Chen Ye’s gaze was instantly drawn there.
The girl looked quite young, with a blanket, washed to the point of fading, covering her legs.
She had a face so delicate, like a porcelain doll, yet with a sickly paleness—truly pathological, not like Zhiwei’s long absence from sunlight.
Her hair was a slightly wavy black, softly draping over her shoulders.
Her pupils were inky black, dead silent, almost like a lifeless doll if not for the barely perceptible rise and fall of her chest.
"This... is your sister?" Chen Ye’s voice unconsciously softened.
Tsk, tsk...
Strange indeed, this Lin Jinghua is unremarkable, but both of his daughters are remarkably beautiful.
Especially this Lin Jin, even more so than her sister.
If she grows a bit older, one can only imagine how much more astonishing she would be.
"Yes... yes." Lin Qiongyu looked at her lifeless sister in the wheelchair, her eyes reddening again.
Lin Jinghua sighed, "This child, we don’t know what illness she has... every midnight, she coughs incessantly, yet neither mortal doctors nor Herb Hall’s physicians have a remedy. Only Lung Cleansing Powder can relieve the suffering."
Lin Qiongyu listened, sinking further into silence.
Previously, Pill Master Hu sold her a Profound Yin Pill, claiming it could diagnose and treat her sister’s illness.
But she didn’t expect that Profound Yin Pill to be a Fake Pill... swindling their Spirit Stones in vain.
"Cough illness? Ordinary diseases wouldn’t cause this..."
Chen Ye pondered, listening more and more convinced it was caused by Cold Flame.
Seeing Chen Ye diagnosing his youngest daughter, Lin Jinghua felt grateful and anxious.
He wrung his hands and said to Chen Ye, "Steward Chen, you... you have the heart of a healer, and I... the old man, won’t disturb your magic here. I... I’ll head to the east gate of the Market, leading everyone with Taoist Friend Li to Lisong Valley."
He was perceptive, knowing that immortals disliked others watching their methods. Moreover, he needed to accompany those fruit growers to Lisong Valley.
"Very well." Chen Ye nodded, "Elder Lin, rest assured, I will do my best."
Lin Jinghua gave Chen Ye a deep bow, then left with countless thanks, taking his wife, closing the worn wooden door gently behind them.
For a while, the dimly lit room was left with only Chen Ye, the silent girl in the wheelchair, and her sister, looking tense and helpless.
In the dark little house, the atmosphere suddenly became incredibly oppressive.
Watching Chen Ye’s gaze seemingly fixated on her sister, Lin Qiongyu’s heart was filled with humiliation and fear, growing wildly like a vine.
If it’s for treatment, why reveal such an intrigued expression...
Biting her lip, she slowly knelt at Chen Ye’s feet.
Her soft black hair cascaded down, hiding every expression on her face, leaving only a glimpse of her pale, fragile neck.
"Thank you, Senior Chen, for your assistance today... in the future, Qiongyu will definitely serve as a slave to repay Senior Chen."