Chapter 8

"Are you talking about the Xisanjiao Market? The quilts there can't be bought; eight out of ten are made of blackhearted cotton," Tong Xiaoyan said.

After a brief hesitation, she turned around and came back, already holding a quilt in her arms. "I have a spare quilt here, originally for guests, but no one has ever come... It's still new. If you don't mind, you can use it for now."

"Not at all, not at all! How could I mind!" Lin Yihang smiled as he took it. "Thank you, Ms. Tong."

"You're welcome. We'll be living under the same roof, so helping each other is only natural." Tong Xiaoyan smiled, and it was a beautiful smile.

The quilt Tong Xiaoyan brought seemed to be handmade, relatively thin, and just right for the season.

Lin Yihang had been through so much that day and was already very tired. However, thinking about his current condition and the difficulties he still faced, he hoped to quickly build up a strong body. Therefore, he insisted on meditating, visualizing the Nine Heavens Diagram, and completing several cycles before resting.

Meditation and cultivation can replace sleep for high-level cultivators and is even more effective. However, Lin Yihang was clearly not at that level yet.

"What? You've been discharged from the hospital?"

The next morning, Lin Yihang immediately found a public phone and called Yang Tingting.

It wasn't hard to find the phone number of the goddess.

"Yes, yes!" Lin Yihang replied. "Can you have the things I asked you to buy ready by noon?"

"..." Yang Tingting rolled her eyes. Did this guy think she didn't have classes? Fortunately, she had her mother's driver, Uncle Zhang, buy them. "Sure!"

Yang Tingting was a bit annoyed with herself. She was just thinking about how to make things difficult for him, but why did she agree so easily?

"Great, thank you so much. I'll meet you at 12:30 at the intersection of Weiming Street and Fugan Road. See you then!" Lin Yihang said.

"..." Yang Tingting was angry.

What did he think she was? How many guys at school had tried to ask her out, only to be rejected? What gave him the right to order her around so confidently?

"Oh, right. When I checked out, I got a refund of the deposit, which was over seven thousand. Consider it a loan from you. I'll pay it back with interest when I have the money."

Lin Yihang hung up after saying that.

He genuinely felt it was only right. One, he was injured because of Yang Tingting. Two, Yang Tingting was wealthy. Three, according to their original agreement, Yang Tingting was supposed to help him prepare medicinal soups for several days. By checking out early, he felt he was doing her a favor. Now, asking for some compensation was only fair.

However, on the other end of the line, Yang Tingting was tearing her hair out.

What was she to him? Why should she lend him over seven thousand yuan... although the amount didn't really matter to her.

She picked up the phone, ready to call back, but hesitated when she found the first call to return.

They were classmates, after all, and he had been injured because of her. Just borrowing a few thousand yuan, if she called to demand it back, it would make her look terrible.

Yang Tingting thought about it and felt depressed. In this situation, it seemed she should lend him the money, and not doing so would make her look bad... What a mess!

Forget it! She would endure it! It was just this once. After giving him the things at noon, she would never have anything to do with him again. This hateful guy!

Yang Tingting made up her mind.

...

Shuncheng First Hospital.

"Where is the patient in this room?"

Seeing the empty ward, Guan Meiqing asked a nurse.

"Are you talking about bed 73 or 74?" the nurse asked.

"Uh... I'm not sure. The patient is a young man, under twenty, looks like a high school student..." Guan Meiqing tried to describe him.

Yesterday, Lin Yihang left after using the needles without leaving his name. Now, the old man was much better and even had a bowl of porridge for breakfast, giving everyone hope and excitement. They wanted to thank Lin Yihang and hoped he would continue treating the old man.

After all, the old man's illness had worsened despite seeing many famous doctors. Lin Yihang's acupuncture had cured him. The results were clear, and the Guan family naturally saw him as a savior.

Fortunately, although Lin Yihang didn't leave his name, he wasn't completely untraceable. They remembered he was wearing a hospital gown and had a bandage on his head, clearly a patient at the hospital.

So, Guan Meiqing asked a friend to check the hospital's surveillance and quickly found that Lin Yihang was in this ward, so she came to look for him.

"Oh, that's bed 73. He was discharged yesterday afternoon," the nurse said.

"Discharged?" Guan Meiqing looked disappointed and then asked, "Do you have his admission records or personal information?"

"Well... patient information is confidential," the nurse was hesitant.

Guan Meiqing understood and knew it was no use talking to her. She turned and left, knowing that with a friend at the hospital, it would be easy to find the patient's information.

...

At noon, Lin Yihang jogged to the meeting place, checking the time. It was two minutes to 12:30. He nodded in satisfaction, praising himself for being on time.

He turned to look but saw no sign of Yang Tingting.

"Damn! This girl isn't going to be late, is she? It's already past 12:30, and she's not here. She's definitely going to be late!"

Lin Yihang grumbled to himself, thinking her sense of time was terrible.

On the street, cars were coming and going.

By the roadside, the French plane trees had grown tall, and the new leaves provided a cool shade.

It was late spring, early summer, and the midday sun was already warm.

Lin Yihang leaned against a tree by the roadside, watching the passersby and lost in thought.

After about ten minutes, she still hadn't shown up.

Lin Yihang was getting annoyed. He wanted to call her but was afraid that if he left, she might arrive, and they would miss each other.

"Not having a phone is really inconvenient! I should buy one as soon as I have the money."

Lin Yihang had over seven thousand yuan in his pocket, enough to buy a phone. However, he needed to take medicinal soups continuously, and there were many expenses ahead. He couldn't afford to use this money lightly.

For him, cultivation was the top priority.

While Lin Yihang was waiting anxiously, Yang Tingting and Lu Man were riding bicycles, light as birds.

"Tingting, it's already 12:50. Do you think that guy will still be there?" Lu Man looked at the time and asked.

"Hmph! He better be! Unless he doesn't want the things. I'll throw them all on the street," Yang Tingting said confidently.

"Hehe, Tingting, you seem a bit off! Usually, you ignore all the guys, but why are you so worked up about this Lin Yihang? And you even stayed in the classroom longer than usual," Lu Man smiled at Yang Tingting with interest.

"What are you babbling about? This is different. Lin Yihang is just too hateful! If I don't teach him a lesson, he'll forget who he is!" Yang Tingting gritted her teeth.

Yes, he was really hateful!

She had to make him understand that the goddess was very unhappy, and the consequences would be severe.

"Look, he's still there. I told you! This miser won't leave without the things," Yang Tingting suddenly exclaimed excitedly.

Turning the corner, they could see Lin Yihang sitting on the curb, looking bored, like a homeless person.

"Hey, why are you so late? You're half an hour late, you know?" Lin Yihang looked annoyed.

"How can you have no manners? Isn't it natural for a guy to wait for a girl?" Seeing Lin Yihang's expression, Yang Tingting felt extremely satisfied.

"Tch!" Lin Yihang looked disdainful. He didn't have that concept. However, he had more pressing concerns.

"Where are the things? Did you bring them?"

As he spoke, he took a bag from the bicycle basket without hesitation.

"Good, good! Very good!"

Seeing the bags of herbs and the plucked old hen, Lin Yihang's mood finally improved.

"What a person!" Yang Tingting's mood was the exact opposite of his.

"Thank you, thank you! Goodbye!"

Lin Yihang couldn't wait to get the things and rushed back to prepare the medicinal soup.

"You..." Yang Tingting was speechless with anger. She regretted not leaving immediately after giving him the things. Instead, she wanted to see his frustrated expression.

Now, he turned and left as if she was a nuisance.

This wasn't because Yang Tingting was petty, but because she was usually treated like a goddess and the center of attention. With Lin Yihang, she felt ignored and treated like a nuisance... It was a very unpleasant feeling!