A Western Doctor's Happy Farming Life Chapter 4: 31 to 40, a manhua/chinese comics/漫画 fanfic

Xiang Tiange, the initiator of evil, erupted all of a sudden with his expression uninviting and trembling, he couldn't even hold his hypocritical smile on his face longer.

The man outside started ratting Xiang Tiange out in confession, saying, "He promised me that if I made this successfully, he will deliver me 200 silver coins. So in the thought that this kind of affair isn't that perilous but somehow unethical. I took the mission immediately. Well, I know I am not that kind of sage, Sure enough, I choose the money."

"Since I've come here, Xiang Tiange arranged me to meet a femina male, I know he is the husband of the Head Villager in your village. Someone named Mei… I am not quite sure." The man continued to utter.

"Mei Xilin," Wu Dahu said, trying to remind the man of the name.

"Ah, yes, that's it. It's Mei Xilin! You bet, it must be a secret affair between Xiang Tiange and Mei Xilin if you've seen how they acted. Disgusting jerks they are!"

In the room, Mei Xilin had already got himself a totally pale look on his face. He didn't dare to speak a word noticing the indifferent eyes of Wu Pinglang. Shaking his head without a word, he seemed to deny everything just happened.

Song Qinghan frowned and said to the man, "Keep confessing! What happened after you met with Mei Xilin?"

The man thought for a moment and then uttered with his expression mixing with rage and grudge, "And then he informed me how to knock your door and seduce you out. He taught me everything including the injury of Xiaoqing's femina dad, Qin Aye's clothes and the accident of Dahu."

"Fu*k that piece of shit! If I know he is such impotent, I would not have accepted this task!" murmured the man.

As he tried to swallow a bit, he could clearly feel the the blade of the dagger scratching and tearing apart his skin, he couldn't help but beg again, trembling, "I… I confessed you all the matter, let go of me now! I will give the money back to Xiang Tiange. I won't come this place again."

Noticing that Wu Pinglang had already walked out from the room showing up in the yard, Wu Dahu loosened his hands but then tied the man up again, whispering to the man, "It all depends on the Head Villager to let you go or not. But I'd like to warn you in advance, STAY AWAY FROM MY PLACE!"

The warning seemed to work, the man was frightened, trembled. He responded immediately and promised, "I won't, I won't come here again. Never, never!"

Wu Pinglang clenched his fists, trying to calm himself down, saying in equanimity, "We should take this guy to the court! I am free this afternoon, I can go with you to the town."

After that, he turned around staring at Xiang Tiange and Mei Xilin, awating the explanation from this two.

Mei Xilin stepped forward a bit with his hypocritical expression and red-rimmed eyes, trying to grab the hands of Wu Pinglang, but only to receive an ignorance of him. He then used his handkerchief to wipe his next-to-nothing tears, feeling wronged and saying, "If I were sent to the court, probably there will be some physical punishment ahead for me. Do you really like me to suffer from that? What if I die from it?"

Xiang Tiange stepped out and said with hesitation, "We can't trust this guy since he can not prove himself the truth. And furthermore, we lost nothing from him, did we? Brother Wu, how about we just be generous and let this guy go?"

Wu Pinglang gave a cold glance to these performing clowns, and then pointed at Song Qinghan, saying, "Loss? If there's something lost, do you think you can afford all of it? Dahu's husband is going to deliver his baby within months. If something bad happened to him. How do you think you can make him up? He's carrying a BABY! A fetus alive, not a toy!"

Wu Pinglang continued to lecture since both of the malicious men lowered their heads, "Mei Xilin! How dare you to have done and arranged all these evil matters, just for taking revenge on the matter that Dahu didn't deliver you the fabrics yesterday? Am I that poor not giving you the happiness? Or do you think you can be that capricious thinking that I am behind your back?"

"And you! Xiang Tiange! I've always respected you because you're senior to me. I respect you and I call you my brother. But look at yourself, do you think you are the unique dictatorship being as the head of the village, and run yourself riot? There are countless men out there, why are you being so mean and wanting Dahu to marry your son? And dared to hurt a femina male in pregnancy? If that really happened today, and your son marry Dahu as you wish. That's not a marriage in happiness but a bloody one! Aren't you afraid being punished by the god up over your head?"

Speaking with rage, Wu Pinglang got himself quite exhausted after lecturing them, he then waved his hand and said tiredly, "Both of you should come with us to the court. I will see all the truth there! If you don't want the yamen runners to catch you up, then follow me up behind!"

Mei Xilin was whimpering, trembling, without even raising his head up, but still settled himself behind Wu Pinglang.

Xiang Tiange clenched his fists, gritted his teeth and walked out of the door first, nursing a rage in his mind but leaving only one sentence, "Go ahead!"

Wu Pinglang held the end of the rope and pushed the man out. When he passed through Wu Dahu, he spoke to Wu Dahu with such a serious face, "Dahu, don't worry, I will get you the justice back."

Wu Dahu nodded but said nothing to him. He only bid farewell to Wu Pinglang after he walked out the yard the last of the line, saying, "Head Villager, take care of yourself!"

Wu Pinglang took a pause hearing that, but did not turn around. He just answered Wu Dahu in a low voice, saying, "I will!", and then headed out.

Finally, Song Qinghan got himself relieved getting through himself an exhausting and tiring morning. He walked over to by the side of Wu Dahu, patting the man on shoulder, saying, "The Head Villager, he is such a man of kindness as you described. It's just a pity that his husband isn't that kind of humble!"

Wu Dahu nodded, holding Song Qinghan's waist and guiding him back to the room. And then he placed the dagger on the table, saying after settling Song Qinghan on a seat, "It's you being smart! You can't expect the consequence if you don't pay attention!"

Although it was not a quite suitable question for asking now, Song Qinghan still couldn't help but ask, "What if they frame me successfully? What would you do?"

Wu Dahu took a pause, answering, "They can't make it."

Song Qinghan was not satisfied with the answer and continued to ask, "How do you know they can't make it? If I lost my mind and got myself trapped by their tricks. At that time, they would force you to divorce with me!"

Wu Dahu insisted, "They won't succeed."

The two answers were echoing, and definitely showing no difference from each other, which suddenly irrigated Song Qinghan. If his answers weren't that perfunctory, or said something, like, "I will investigate it myself.", that would be much better than that. But since Wu Dahu got no other answers, Song Qinghan had to get him a respond, frustrated one, "Fine, fine! It's my fault to ask some silly questions like that!"

"I won't believe them, so they won't succeed." said Wu Dahu.

Song Qinghan was stunned the words of suddenness uttered by Wu Dahu. And then he regained his attention and found out what he meant, he got his face blushed all of a sudden, whispering, "So you mean you will trust me no matter what they said?"

"Of course!" Wu Dahu answered without hesitation. Song Qinghan was inspired, the happiness was in full bloom. He then delivered a naughty squint to Wu Dahu, complaining, "Why did you give me this answer at first. Go cook now, I am starving!"

Noticing the intermittently changeable mood of Song Qinghan, Wu Dahu struggled to figure it out the reason, but he failed. He only knew that he probably dodged a "disaster", then nodded and walked outward.

After lunch, Song Qinghan noticed that Wu Dahu had regained his own energy, so he suggested, "It's still early right now. Why don't we pick some fructus momordicae fruits and illicium verums back?"

Wu Dahu nodded, and then he took the tools and went into the mountain again with Song Qinghan.

It happened that Wu Dahu took a pause picking up the fruits and then informed Song Qinghan that he would leave for hunting in the inner woods.

This wasn't a big deal for Song Qinghan because every time when Wu Dahu leaf for a hunting, he wouldn't leave far, just stayed within a certain area. So he never felt insecure at all.

The night almost fell while Song Qinghan had already picked two bag of handful fruits and illicium verums. Wu Dahu came back from the woods with a pile of preys.

At the moment Song Qinghan caught a glimpse of Wu Dahu, he noticed a trace of blood showing up on Wu Dahu's cheek. Worrying that something happened to him, he asked worriedly, "Did you get hurt?"

Wu Dahu smiled big, as if the hunt had dissipated all the grudge and bitterness clustering in his mind. And then he shook his head, saying, "No, I didn't. I promised you that I will take care of myself."

Song Qinghan got himself released hearing that. Seeing the stuff on Wu Dahu's back, he sighed, saying, "I can't bear many since the pregnancy, if not I could help you out."

Wu Dahu was about to comfort Song Qinghan trying to pat him on his back, but he had to give it up since he carried a pile of preys on his hands. He consoled Song Qinghan, "Don't worry about me. I got enough strength to carry these two baskets. It's not a big deal. Even if you're not pregnant, I won't let you carry them."

Hearing that, a trace of warmth flowed right in Song Qinghan's mind. He walked slowly and carefully, that was what he could do now: To try to relax Wu Dahu in mind.

When they got home, Song Qinghan took a handkerchief bedewed with water and helped wipe the blood off Wu Dahu's face. Staring at the charming face of Wu Dahu, Song Qinghan exclaimed, "It would be perfect if our child spit image of you."

Song Qinghan turned to a face of awkwardness after he realized what he had just said, he turned his head around and pretended to wash the handkerchief. He prayed, he wished, he would hope that Wu Dahu didn't notice what he said.

Well, the face was that Wu Dahu listened every single word, he just smiled, saying, "Why will it be perfect? I think it will be just perfect if he looks like you."

There was nowhere to hide anymore, Song Qinghan had to face it, he then turned around again and said in a serious tone, "No, I doubt it over that. He must be charming as you are. If he is spitting image of me, like, being another me of cowardliness. Madness will surely drive me crazy."

It arose a bit anger for Song Qinghan since he himself described himself of cowardliness.

He had looked at himself from the inverted image. That was a delicate appearance, sure enough! He would even believe that he was just a total woman if he didn't get a bulge underpants. Here, everybody exclaimed and praised over his good look. But as for him, a man with such a feminine appearance possessed no aesthetic beauty at all. A man should be wild and rough as Wu Dahu, especially his figure…

Wu Dahu looked at Song Qinghan surprisingly, saying with a teasing tone, "Hey, your mouth's watering and dripping. Are you hungry? I will cook now."

Song Qinghan rubbed his mouth awkwardly, nodding.

This must be the effect of pregnancy! In the past, he had not been as infatuated as before. He would only indulged himself in the thought but never brought it up on his expression. What was wrong with him now? Mouth's watering? Hell no! If Wu Dahu figured out what he was thinking about, he probably would believe he had married a fool.

The next morning, Wu Dahu headed to the town together with Song Qinghan after their breakfast.

The seasoning was the top sold as always, while the they also sold more fruits today than ever. The customers coming over were mostly frequenters.

They shut the stakes earlier, and then went to the iron shop. Wu Dahu describe the features of the scalpel to the blacksmith, the shopkeeper.

Noticing that Wu Dahu had kept his every single word in mind, Song Qinghan couldn't help but feel touched yet amused to the scene when Wu Dahu described something that wasn't existing in this world.

Did the blacksmith get such capacity to make something like that?

Beyond his expectation, the blacksmith nodded after he listened to Wu Dahu's description, saying, "I've never heard any shape of knife you've just mentioned, but I think I can make that out. How about this, I will first draw it out on the paper."

After that, he walked directly to the inner room of the shop, picked up a carbon pencil and then started drawing on a random rice paper, carefully.

Wu Dahu and Song Qinghan looked at each other, then walked together into the inner room, waiting for the blacksmith to finish his drawing.

It could tell that the blacksmith got such an amazing capacity of memorize everything. Without asking Wu Dahu for a further details, he could draw a complete scalpel with no flaw at all.

Song Qinghan looked at the rice paper, he was amazed, he was stunned and shocked, taking a deep breath and saying, "That's marvelous, just make this out according to your painting. How long will it take?"

The blacksmith pouted a bit while he was thinking for a moment, then he stretched two fingers of his waving in front of them.

Wu Dahu came to a surprise, asking, "Two days?"

"Two weeks!"

The blacksmith shouted and corrected, with a rather impatience. He was kind of dissatisfied with the random guesses of Wu Dahu.

Song Qinghan nodded aside by Wu Dahu, saying, "It's already a good news to make that out in two weeks, how much is it?"

Again, the blacksmith stretched out his fingers of three, but it seemed that he wouldn't give a chance to Wu Dahu to guess anymore, and then answered without hesitation, "Thirty silver coins."

Song Qinghan got his eyes wide hearing that, grabbing the sleeves of Wu Dahu, saying, "That is too expensive! It's okay if we give it up."

Wu Dahu patted Song Qinghan on his hands trying to console, he then turned around to the blacksmith, saying. "Front money first?"

The blacksmith nodded and then extended his hands with palms up, saying, "Ten silver coins for the front money!"

Witnessing that Wu Dahu took the coins out of his pocket without hesitation, Song Qinghan couldn't help but say with upset, "It's our work for two days."

Wu Dahu smiled big looking at his husband, saying with an amused tone, "Aren't you eager for that kit? Don't worry about that, it is quite worthy."

Being as a doctor majored in Western medicine and treatment, of course Song Qinghan should own such a kit for his career and, crucially, for his patients. Since the scalpel costed that much, he rejected it from his deeper mind but still had to accept it and nodded for the moment, saying, "Yes, I want it. After all, I can use it for the operation in the future for a smoother treatment."

The word, "Operation", still remained its obscurity to Wu Dahu though, it never stopped him to console Song Qinghan. Wu Dahu then said with a big smile, "Take it if you want it, maybe we can make more money through this kit."

They walked out and leaf the iron shop, but not long when they were walking leisurely on street, they were stopped by three yamen runners all of a sudden.

The head one of the three frowned standing in front of them, asking, "Are you Wu Dahu and Song Qinghan?"

Wu Dahu blocked Song Qinghan behind him, and answered firmly, "That's right!"

"Then come with us!"

Being stared by the fierce eyes, Wu Dahu and Song Qinghan were enclosed by the three runners. It seemed that the runners were all set to crack down any resistance of the two.

The suddenness of the matter caused confusions to Wu Dahu and Song Qinghan. They looked at each other, puzzled and doubtful.

"Is it all because of the matter of Xiang Tiange and Mei Xilin?" Song Qinghan whispered.

Wu Dahu thought for a moment, and then patted Song Qinghan on his hands, consoling while they were walking, "Probably it is. Let's see."

In fact, Wu Dahu didn't think so.

If it was really because of the matter yesterday. The yamen runners should have found them earlier in their house, but not today. Moreover, the way how the runners talked to them wasn't a good one, it was more like that they were under arrest being as criminals.

The yamen Court wasn't that far, and they arrived at it soon.

A body appeared right in the center of the lobby, a totally dead one. Noticing that, Wu Dahu frowned seriously and found something was going to be happened.

He then stopped walking ahead, blocking Song Qinghan in his back completely, asking, "Your Honor, do you mind me asking why you summon us to be here today?"

The county magistrate, an official master sitting right in the highest seat in this court, using the Jing Tang Mu (Judge's Gavel) to knock the table and shouting aloud, "You rude and unruly man, how dare you not to deliver a salute to me, to the court?"

Wu Dahu clenched his fists but then he saw the surrounding guards staring at them in the look of fierceness. He had to try to calm himself down and kneed himself right away, pleading, "My husband is going to deliver the baby within months, he isn't that convenient to knee, please let him stand right there, Your Honor."

The county magistrate started chuckling and used the Jing Tang Mu to knock the table again, saying, "He is the principle offender of this crime, how can a murder not knee himself under this Court of Solemnity?"

Song Qinghan frowned, asking with confusion, "What case? What murder?"

As soon as he finished his words, a femina male kneeing aside the body started crying with shower of tears, mourning in a rather angry tone, "My husband. My dearest! How can you leave me alone in the world?! The murder still refuses to confess. I won't let you die with grievance."

Song Qinghan sneered and interrupted the crying face, "Hey you, just make it clearly! How can I just be a murder? How can I kill your husband as I'm pregnant currently?"

The femina male aside whimpered, saying, "Your Honor, I've told you all the fact. Now I plead for the justice from you!"

The county magistrate raised his eyelids, he noticed a trace of coldness showing up right in the eyes of Song Qinghan, sneering, "Are you the one selling the so-called seasonings next to the meat shop?"

Song Qinghan came to a confusion, but still admitted, saying, "Yes I am. I sell them for more than three hundred people."

He mentioned the quantity of the purchaser aiming to gag the county magistrate.

If the county magistrate was about to accuse Song Qinghan of the murder over the seasonings, he had to prove the fact that why the other more than two hundred people were fine with that.

The county magistrate took a pause for a moment, and then continued to say, "What you've sold, the so-called seasonings, consists of one poisonous ingredient called 'Ba Bu Dao'. At the day when you sold the seasonings to this family, the poisonous ingredient was involved. I had sent experts to make some detection. This man was poisoned by 'Ba Bu Dao', and died from it. So you tell me, if you are not the murder, who else would be?"

Being extreme furious, Song Qinghan turned to a laughter, sneering, "You, being as a county magistrate, accused me of a baseless crime without any proof. How can you ignore the law and constitute?"

"How can you make sure that the so-called 'Ba Bu Dao' was sold by me? There's three scenarios I can think of it would be come from." he continued to ask before the county magistrate would vent his rage on him.

"First, he is a money slave. He would pick the ingredient himself rather than purchase. He noticed that the 'Ba Bu Dao' was quite similar to my illicium verums, and then he picked them up and took them back, cooked it with the seasonings and died from the poison."

"Second, someone has a deep grudge with him. His personal enemy witnessed that he purchased the seasonings back, so he mixed the 'Ba Bu Dao' with his seasonings secretly. In this way, he got killed by his personal enemy without trace."

"Third, the murder would be his HUSBAND right here. He could hoax him to intake the poison, and then accused me as a scapegoat. He probably is a liar, a husband killer, a REAL MURDER, mourning himself for nothing!"

The femina male aside got his eyes wide opened, waving his hands and saying in panic, "NO, it's not me. That's totally a bullshit, Your Honor."

Song Qinghan didn't even give a shit to the femina male beside him, he stared at the county magistrate, saying in calm, "Dearest County Magistrate, do you mind me asking how did you exclude all the suspicions at once?"

Nervousness and rage were blooming together in the county magistrate's mind. Being humiliated in such way, he suddenly raised his hands and patted on the Jing Tang Mu angrily, shouting, "That man isn't a fool, how can he kill himself? Moreover, he gained a great reputation of kindness within the area, he got no personal enemy at all. As for his husband, what's the point for him to kill his husband?"

Song Qinghan smiled big all of a sudden, saying, "So Mr County Magistrate, do you believe that I am the foolish one to misunderstand the difference between 'Ba Bu Dao' and the illicium verums? Since the man is dead, no one would talk bad behind him except the murder. Moreover, how did you know it isn't beneficial to this femina male if his husband die? Maybe he longs for the money, maybe for another man, or maybe for the freedom. Everything is possible. Isn't it?"

The county magistrate erupted suddenly from his seat, angry and humiliated, shouting, "Give him some punishment. I don't believe that you are such a tough one to deny your guilty!"

The yamen runners got the order from the county magistrate and then went up to grab the hands of Song Qinghan, they treated him as a sack instead of a femina male in pregnancy.

"Stop it! I confess the guilty!" Wu Dahu shouted.

He rescued Song Qinghan from the enclosure of the yamen runners, nursing a grievance and staring at the county magistrate.

The county magistrate was dumbfounded hearing that, he asked, "What… what kind of guilty?"

Song Qinghan knew exactly what Wu Dahu would say, he grabbed his arms tightly, shaking his head.

Wu Dahu acted as if he didn't see Song Qinghan's movements. He emphasized, "I confess that I am the one causing the death of this man."

The county magistrate sat down back on the seat with anger, using the Jing Tang Mu to knock on the table, asking, "You didn't sell the seasonings, why did you confess the guilty?"

After receiving the signal, the femina male nodded and pointed at Song Qinghan, shouting, "Yes, yes, that's the one sold the seasonings. The one with the big belly!"

Wu Dahu glanced at the femina male for a moment, saying slowly, "I did pick the ingredients from the tree, it's no business to the seller. According to what you said, it is my guilty when I messed up the poisonous stuff and the illicium verums. It's not my husband's fault at all."

The femina male blenched himself since he noticed the sharp coldness flowing from the eyes of Wu Dahu. He got no more words to retort.

Everything seemed to evolve into an unpredictable consequence, the county magistrate frowned a bit, saying, "Are you sure that they were all picked by you? And your husband wasn't involved? You should know that this is a capital crime. Are you sure to bear it yourself alone?"

Wu Dahu could read out all the intentions the county magistrate meant, he just kept his countenance in equanimity, saying, "I don't care whether it is a capital crime or whatever, you should blame all the guilty on me. My husband didn't do anything. If the one behind the scene keeps playing the tricks. Tell him, I will haunt him till his death no matter what."

The county magistrate got his expression plain and sullen hearing the confess from Wu Dahu, he used the Jing Tang Mu to pat on the table and made a final judgement, sentencing, "Arrest Wu Dahu, Take him to the jail!"

Song Qinghan stood there with tears, he couldn't even say something facing everything just happened.

Wu Dahu loosened his hand and slowly put his hand down. He said in a low voice to Song Qinghan, "Go back home and pack yourself, and you should find Doctor Luo in Huichun Shop, Doctor Luo is kind of caring. He probably would love to accommodate you. After you delivered to the baby, go wherever you want. Stay or leave, all depends on you!"

Wu Dahu noticed that Song Qinghan was about to say something, he tried to interrupt stretching out to help wipe the tears on Song Qinghan's face and delivering him a big smile, saying, "Don't worry about me. This is my choice. I would choose to take all the risk rather than witnessing you being arrested by them. It isn't the worst situation right away. They probably would release me in few days!"

After that, the yamen runners came up right away and held tight the hands of Wu Dahu, showing no mercy to both of them. And then they sent him out under escort.

They left, leaving Song Qinghan standing there, holding his belly and collapsing in having sobs and moans, a heartbroken one. He looked at the county magistrate and the femina male aside with grudge and hatred, and then left without saying anything.

The two, who were bearing the real guilty right here, both subconsciously avoided the direct eyesight contact with Song Qinghan. They should be the real criminals, they were the ones who should be accused of slandering. But they wouldn't be, guilty but free.

After Song Qinghan left the courtroom, the county magistrate sighed with a relief, and then he stood up heading to the side room.

In the side room, it was Wang Huailing sat on the chair, tasting the newest brand tea with overflowing fragrance. He saw the county magistrate coming inside, and then he complaint, "Damn it! This plan has failed, we have to conceive another plan."

The county magistrate sat down right on the main seat in the room, and then he slapped on the table being livid with an unprepossessing, twisted face, saying, "Come on! No more bullshit and no more trick now. He is just next to nothing without his husband and being pregnant. How can we be a bad ass to a someone weak?"

Wang Huailing loosened his hand holding the tea cup, the cup fell clicking with the table. How the cup clicked seemed to be inner shout of him, amplifying the grievance and grudge long haunting in his mind.

"Tricks? If it wasn't him, me, YOUR SON, wouldn't have been kicked out from the Lin Family, and now I am just a shamelessly abandoned and pathetic worm! I am shameful, and of course you should be, either. I will be regret if I don't try my best to take revenge."

Looking at his beloved son being fulfilled with grudge and grievance, the county magistrate clenched his fists, saying, "So are you going to ignore my situation just as to take your revenge? What if someone unmask this case, how am I supposed to deal with it?"

Wang Huailing stuck into a dead silence for a moment, and then he picked up the cup again, confirming, "No one's gonna unmask that case, that bitch is just an orphan without love. He got no one behind him. Otherwise, he wouldn't use his husband for the shield."

Mentioning Wu Dahu, Wang Huailing delivered a big smile with an ironic meaning, taking a sip of the tea, and saying, "How foolish the man is. Well, there's no more shield for that pity shit."

Noticing that Wang Huailing was still nursing a hatred, the county magistrate shook his head helplessly waving his sleeves and leaving the room.

At the same time, Song Qinghan, the poor and lonely one, was wandering on the street without destination. He was just like a walking dead, lingering himself and heading to nowhere.

As he walked and walked, for a certain moment he took a pause and raised his head noticing a familiar plaque. All of a sudden, he got his eyes red-rimmed and then walked into the shop.

The waiter inside recognized him at the first glance, at the moment he was about to shout Song Qinghan's name, he was stunned by the gloomy look of him, and then tried to approached asking, "Sir, what… what happened?"

Song Qinghan looked around in a look of nervousness.

"Is Doctor Luo here? I got a trouble myself, a big one, and I am here for him!"

The waiter took a glance on the belly of Song Qinghan, and he thought Song Qinghan just got a physical problems. So he guided him without hesitation to the inner room, saying, "Please, this way, Doctor Luo is inside diagnosing others."

Song Qinghan couldn't wait but rushed inside. At the moment he saw Doctor Luo in front, he kneed himself in a rather hard way.

Doctor Luo stood up all of a sudden in an astonishment, and then got close to pick Song Qinghan up, asking urgently, "What happened? Are you feeling bad physically?"

Song Qinghan shook his head and swallowed toughly, whimpering, "Doctor Luo, you gotta save my husband! He was slandered as a murder, and was locked up in jail!"

Doctor Luo frowned seriously while picking him up on the seat, consoling, "It's rather cold on the ground. Get up first, and let's talk about it."

After Song Qinghan was seated on the chair, Doctor Luo then asked in details, "Slandered by who? And for what?"

Song Qinghan told him every detail from what he'd known, head to toe. Doctor showed a great amazement after hearing his statement, asking incredibly, "How can the County Magistrate Wang make such an unfair judgement?"

He came to a hesitation for a moment, and then tried to make things out, trying to confirm what he had just heard, "Are you pretty sure that you did not pick up the wrong fruits? Maybe you'd messed your mind up while picking so many all at once?"

Song Qinghan pursed his lips and shook his head, stating in details, "Definitely sure! I devoted myself into medicine, that's the only thing I would describe it is my expert field. I know exactly something in mouth should be carefully picked up. Otherwise, something bad will happen. In that case, when I apply to sort the illicium verum out, I would definitely spend more time on screening them. That's no way for me to ignore any poisonous objects inside."

Seeing the serious countenance showing on Song Qinghan's face, Doctor Luo knew that he wasn't lying. He came to a silence for a moment, and then continued to ask, "So have you had some arguments or contradictions with the County Magistrate Wang directly or indirectly?"

"Definitely not! We never meet with the County Magistrate Wa…"

Something seemed to occur to Song Qinghan when he mentioned the surname "Wang", then he asked urgently, "What's the relation between the County Magistrate Wang and Wang Huailing?"

Doctor Luo stared at Song Qinghan in an astonishment, saying, "Wang Huailing is the youngest son of the County Magistrate Wang. He once married a childe in Lin Family, but I heard that not long ago he was abandoned by Childe Lin."

Hearing that, Song Qinghan clenched his fists, sneering, and saying with a coldness, "Well, then it must be the tricks of Wang Huailing. Lin Dafu announced their divorce just in front of me. He must have blamed me for everything causing his tragedy. He wants to set me up through his father. I just feel for Dahu, how can he take all the risks himself…"

Song Qinghan got his eyes red-rimmed again while mentioning Wu Dahu, he couldn't continued to speak.

Doctor Luo was shocked by what had just happened to them. He never expected that Song Qinghan got such a root to both the Wang Family and Lin Family.

Song Qinghan rubbed his face and raised his head up to look at Doctor Luo, pleading sincerely, "That's all what happened, please, Doctor Luo, do you have any idea to get my husband out of the jail?"

Doctor Luo came to another hesitation, but just sighed a bit, saying helplessly, "Well, you know, folks gain no power to compete with the officials. Although I got a higher official rank than the County Magistrate Wang before, I am just a everyman now in mediocrity. Anyway, I will give it a try to negotiate with County Magistrate Wang for you. Let's see if there's still a leeway to go."

Song Qinghan cried in gratitude, saying, "Thank you a lot, Doctor Luo. Receiving drips of water when in need, and we shall return the kindness with a spring after Dahu is released."

Seeing the eagerness in his eyes, Doctor Luo answered directly, "Well, maybe I should go visit him right away, you just stay here and wait for the news. I will get you informed."

Song Qinghan wanted to follow up but in the thought that he probably would mess up everything, he only had to nod and respond, "OK, I will just stay here and wait for you!"

Doctor Luo rushed over to the court. When he arrived at the court, every yamen runner could recognize him as a famous miracle doctor in the Huichun Shop, all of them greeted in a rather fine attitude. And then one of them spoke, "What brings Miracle Doctor Luo here today? Are you coming here for the treatment?"

By coincidence, the county magistrate just came out from the court at the moment, his face was lit up when he saw Doctor Luo's figure out there. He rushed over with a big smile, saying, "It's a great honor to have you here, Doctor Luo! Come inside!"

In his welcoming invitation, Doctor Luo walked in while nodding and following him inside, right at the moment he was conceiving how to mention the affair, the county magistrate spoke at first, "Doctor Luo, I think you must have already known what happened today, right?"

"Well, just a little bit."

Doctor Luo didn't get the certain point of what the county magistrate had just said, he just answered ambiguously.

The county magistrate then came to a sigh, with a trace of sorrow lingering on his eyebrows, saying sadly, "In fact, since my son was abandoned by Childe Lin, he has gotten a weird temper, and shown no interest on everything. What's haunting him is that he has to take revenge. I know there must be something perilous in his mentality. So Doctor Luo, do you have any treatment or medicine for that? Or something at least can alleviate the pain in his mind."

Doctor Luo gave more credence to Song Qinghan since he caught the word "Revenge". He then frowned himself, saying, "That's the reason he set Wu Dahu up?"

He subconsciously took a step back and lowered his eyelids with nervousness. Nothing occurred to him all of a sudden, but then he asked, "Did Song Qinghan find you for help? Does he regard you as a redeemer?"

Doctor Luo pulled his own hands on his back, answering, "I am nothing out of redeemer, I just don't want to witness you, the county magistrate, going astray. Think about your future."

"Are you threatening me? And are you gonna to unmask everything?" the county magistrate sneered and said.

Noticing that he was misunderstood, Doctor Luo frowned seriously, explaining, "I am really giving some advice of kindness. Think it twice before acting, if you release Wu Dahu, I promise you that they will surely shut their mouth up and leak nothing of it."

The county magistrate didn't even believe a word of Doctor Luo since he got himself into a panic of the matter of everything being exposed. He got his face sullen, saying, "Aha, you've been long flattered by the reputation of a 'Miracle Doctor', so do you think you are omnipotent now? I warn you, if you dare to step in. I'm going to shut the Huichun Shop tomorrow. Moreover, Doctor Luo, you're quite old now. Well, it's normal for you to make a wrong diagnose for one or two patients, but how will their family members react? That's not easy, huh?"

Doctor Luo got himself a wide opened eyes, he said incredibly, "Are you threatening me?"

The breach of this matter seemed to be crack all of a sudden, the county magistrate finally took off his guise, sneering, "Yes I am. What can you do? You're just a useless mediocrity. What do you think you can rival against the officials?"

After that, he seemed to be tired of facing Doctor Luo, then leaf waving his sleeves. He said a last word to Doctor Luo, "You think about it."

Doctor Luo furrowed, sighed softly and walked out in frustration.

The yamen runners outside the court saw Doctor Luo coming out in a sorrow face, they didn't dare to ask the reason. After he left, they started chirping.

"What's wrong with Doctor Luo? Maybe the county magistrate got an terminal illness?"

"Nah! I don't think so. Probably the county magistrate asked Doctor Luo to have diagnosis on his youngest son."

"Oh, will his son make himself a suicide? Although he keeps his smile on face every moment, well, I mean, that's the creepiest smile I've ever seen."

"Stop chirping over his mentality. If you got yourself kicked out by someone you love, you will be the same look as him. But anyway, Young Master got no child since his marriage. That's a pity for him."

"…"

In the other side, Song Qinghan pulled up the curtain when he noticed Doctor Luo coming back in a long distance, he rushed over and asked excitedly, "Doctor Luo, how's it going?"

Doctor Luo sighed seriously, shaking his head and answering, "He threatened me that he would shut the Huichun Shop, and he won't allow me to step in."

Hearing this, Song Qinghan seemed to have been hit by a hammer right on his head. He fell down on the chair, whimpering, "What should we do… Who else can save Dahu…"

Noticing the young man being under an emotional instability, Doctor Luo came to console, saying, "You just stay here in my shop, he doesn't dare to come here. If he comes, I will try my best to protect you!"

Song Qinghan shook his head and stood up slowly, saying, "No, I can't be here. I don't want to get you in trouble. Doctor Luo, you're such a man of kindness to help me out. I will figure out an idea myself to save Dahu…"

The status quo Song Qinghan was caught in sink worried Doctor Luo the most, he couldn't let the young man carrying a baby go without protection, he then persuaded, "What if you get caught after you leave here? You probably would lose your baby if you get yourself in limbo."

Touching his own belly, Song Qinghan seemed to calm down with a sudden sober look on his face, he raised his head looking at Doctor Luo, saying, "Don't worry about that, Doctor Luo. I will surely take good care of myself and my baby, this is the child of Dahu. I will sacrifice myself in protecting him if necessary. I just got an idea in mind, I will go and find if it is feasible."

Doctor Luo stared at him skeptically, saying, "Are you sure about that, not taking risk yourself?"

Song Qinghan nodded and said with certainty, "Definitely, I won't take the risk!"

Doctor Luo finally gave it up persuading Song Qinghan, he just gave the way to him, urging, "Then take care of yourself, if you meet some problems, feel free to come back here. Huichun Shop is always opened for you."

Feeling a trace of warmth flowing in mind, Song Qinghan forced himself to smile big, and bowed himself showing his great respect to Doctor Luo, saying, "Again, thank you so much, Doctor Luo, for your great kindness. I will take Dahu here again when everything is done."

Doctor Luo waved his hands, saying in a causal tone, "Thank me for what? I did not do you any favor yet. Let us forget the fruit thing for some days. When your husband is released, we will keep on our business."

Song Qinghan nodded, then he turned around and left the place.

The person who tied the bell is required to untie it. Well, that is to say, Lin Dafu bore the most responsibility for this affair.

Song Qinghan stood in front of the Lin Mansion. Not long, he finally met someone he wanted to meet.

Lin Dafu landed on the ground from his sedan, staring at Song Qinghan in amazement, saying, "Han, what brings you here?"

At the moment Song Qinghan was about to speak, he passed out without any signs.

Lin Dafu approached to catch Song Qinghan in a flash, and then he shouted to his servant, "Take doctor here, NOW!"

He picked Song Qinghan up and walked towards the guest room.

By the time he carefully put Song Qinghan down in bed, the mansion doctor arrived in the room.

After the doctor got the pulse, he wanted to ask a few more questions. But then he caught a glimpse of Lin Dafu, who was grabbing a face of seriousness and impatience, he didn't dare to ask but drew a conclusion, saying, "He, umm… he'd been through a great pressure and overwhelming anxiety. That causes him a temporary coma. Nothing too bad, just rest until he's fine."

Beyond the mansion doctor's expectation, Lin Dafu didn't release the seriousness on his face, but the eyebrows of his became even more tightened. Lin Dafu said, "What do you mean Overwhelming Anxiety? A great pressure? What happened to him?"

The doctor came to an awkwardness, saying, "I'm… I'm afraid that it can't be diagnosed from the pulse…"

Lin Dafu didn't expect him to answer, he just waved his sleeves, ordering, "Just get out of here, all of you!"

All the servants and doctor left, leaving only Lin Dafu and Song Qinghan there. Lin Dafu approached and sat on the corner of the bed, he could clearly see that Song Qinghan was frowning when he was dreaming. He felt so much for Song Qinghan, saying sympathetically, "Did Wu Dahu abuse you? Pressure? How can you suffer something like that since you're pregnant? How dared he!"

He muttered and muttered, and finally he found out Song Qinghan couldn't even hear any of his voice, and then he stopped, staring at the face of Song Qinghan. His thought had gone wild, but no one could tell what's in his mind.

Night fell when Song Qinghan could finally regain his consciousness and gradually opened his eyes.

There was no light in the room. But he could see a shadow sitting aside him on the corner of the bed, he spoke in subconsciousness, "Dahu! Dahu, is that you?"

He suddenly squatted, grabbed the man's hand and said excitedly, "Dahu, I thought it was real…"

But just at the moment when Song Qinghan recognized the man aside him, he retracted his hand as if he got an electric shock himself.

"How can you just be here?" Song QInghan asked.

Noticing the sudden change of the attitude of Song Qinghan, Lin Dafu smile with a bitterness. He stood up and walked to the table lighting up the candle, and saying, "Well, you passed out in front of my mansion. And here is one of the guest room of my house. So what do you think I am supposed to be here?"

All of a sudden, the memories clustered into Song Qinghan's mind, he flipped himself in a quick move and then walked to Lin Dafu, saying urgently, "Hey, Wang Huailing blamed me for everything including your decision to announce divorce with him. He wants to kill me. Dahu took all the responsibilities for me and was locked up in jail. Can you get him out?"

Lin Dafu took a pause for a brief moment when he tried to light up another candle, then he turned to say, "Oh, I get it. Overwhelming anxiety. Is that all your worry about?"

Song Qinghan was dumbfounded standing there, but then came to a coldness, saying, "It's all because of you. If you didn't divorce with Wang Huailing, he wouldn't resort any possible means to set me up. If he didn't set me up, Dahu wouldn't be locked in jail because of me. Well, you are involved in his affair no matter what!"

Seeing the enraged face of Song Qinghan, Lin Dafu delivered another smile of bitterness, saying, "I divorced with him because of you. You shouldn't blame me for that."

"Moreover…" Lin Dafu continued to say, "Do you think that even if I didn't divorce with him, he wouldn't bother you any more?"

Song Qinghan yelled angrily, "I am not a threatening one for him any more since you kicked me out of the mansion. What's his point targeting me?"

Lin Dafu shook his head and said in calm, "You've no idea about Wang Huailing. As long as he finds out I still keep infatuation for you, he will not give it up setting you up. It doesn't matter if you are still in his mansion or not."

Song Qinghan was stunned hearing that, saying, "Why don't you just tell him that we are done? Well, that is still your problem causing EVERYTHING!"

Lin Dafu was hurt when Song Qinghan said something like that, he uttered in sorrow, "You never know! No one in the world can be able to control the matter of emtions. There won't be million styles of sadness if you can control it easily!"

After that, there came a dead silence between the two for a brief moment, and then it was Song Qinghan who found out he might have said something hurtful. He was here for help, not for a denounce.

He calmly said, "Okay then, it seems that it's no use for us to discuss about who's gonna be blamed for. I just want Dahu out of the jail. If you can make that, I am begging you for the help. I will do anything for that. If you can't, then I will leave here."

Lin Dafu took a deep look at him and said slowly, "It can be, but you know, there should be a huge price waiting ahead for me if I take that promise. The other party is the supreme power of the county, you know what I mean."

Song Qinghan frowned and he came to figure out the intentions of Lin Dafu, saying, "What do you want from me?"

Lin Dafu suddenly changed the topic, saying, "It's late now. Let's talk after dinner."

He didn't wait for Song Qinghan to agree and turned to leave.

Song Qinghan frowned with rage following the man up behind.

Is it a right time for him to have dinner? He didn't even know whether Wu Dahu was suffering from starvation or not. How could Lin Dafu be so indifferent?!

During the dinner time, Lin Dafu seemed to regain his mood. He kept picking up food with his chopsticks into Song Qinghan's bowl, saying with a big smile, "All these are your favorite, and are good for your health. "

But Song Qinghan didn't have that mood to have such a dinner, he stabbed the rice in the bowl using the chopsticks. But then he thought of the baby, so he forced himself to finished half of the food. When he was about to put down the chopsticks, Lin Dafu came to say, "If you don't eat them, how am I supposed to negotiate with you about that?"

Song Qinghan had no choice, what he could only do was to pretend gobbling everything up. Then he put down the bowl and chopsticks, frowning himself and saying, "Now is it time to talk?"

Lin Dafu put down his bowl slowly, either, but delivered a smile to Song Qinghan and then stood up, saying, "Let's out for a walk, it helps us better digest. We will talk while walking."

Song Qinghan erupted all of a sudden, and rushed outside in a quick move, waiting for Lin Dafu at the corner of the door.

Except the people, it could be seen that everything was just perfectly splendid within Lin Mansion. It got a beautiful garden, a nice view of it even it was at a midnight. The plants surrounding were all well-trimmed under a tidy arrangement.

Yet, neither of them had such a mood indulging into this view.

Finally, it was Song Qinghan broke the awkward silence while they were walking to the center of the garden with a pond aside. He paused, asking, "What now? Can you just give me a direct answer? Yes, or no. Otherwise I will conceive another way myself, you're just wasting time."

A breeze blowing, with the mildest moonlight shimmering on the lake, like countless diamonds dancing on the water. Lin Dafu looked at the pond, saying, "Yes, I can help you get Wu Dahu out of the jail, but you have to stay with me for a total five days."

Song Qinghan frowned and asked, "But how? Stay with you in the mansion, and nowhere to go?"

Lin Dafu suddenly sighed and said with his hands behind his back, "Well, I just want to recall the days we'd been through together, and eager for a recurrence. Just five days. No limitation, in this mansion or wherever you like, but just stay with me!"

A recurrence? That sounded not like a matter of beauty.

Song Qinghan asked cautiously, "So are we going to make some intimate touch?"

Lin Dafu looked at Song Qinghan's belly, and answered with a big smile, "What can I do to you since you're carrying a big belly? Well, what I can do is just accompany with you and help you out when you need help."

Song Qinghan thought for a moment, he thought that wasn't a hardcore condition at all. So he decided, "I will take it, but you go ask them to release Dahu tomorrow!"

Lin Dafu looked at him with a smirk, "I'm not the superior above the county magistrate, I cannot order him like that. It takes time when you need some insider relations. It may take a long or short time. But I can promise you, Wu Dahu will be released within five days!"

"What's more…" Lin Dafu came to a pause for a brief moment, "If you fail to help me gain the recurrence. This oral treaty will come to a cancellation."

Song Qinghan frowned tightly, saying, "How am I able to know your feelings? What if you get no feelings after five days, isn't it a time-wasting matter for me?"

Lin Dafu shook his head and promised, "We'll figure it out tomorrow to see if I get any feeling. And I will tell you the result tomorrow night. If the treaty finally comes to a cancellation, I protect you one night although I can't make it out to save Wu Dahu. Isn't it? After all, Wang Huailing won't stop trapping you!"

Well, that was such a treaty with high-handed clause, but Song Qinghan had nothing else to choose except that, he finally came to accept the deal, saying, "Fine. I will lend you one day to think about it."

Lin Dafu delivered him a smile, and then answered in a rather good mood, "Well, tonight doesn't count in. So you can do whatever you want, you're free. But from tomorrow on, you have to be obedient to me."

Hearing that, Song Qinghan leaf directly without giving even a look at Lin Dafu.

He couldn't talk back in retort because he was a beggar now, a man lower down the pecking order and needed so much the assistance from Lin Dafu. If Wu Dahu wasn't in jail, he probably would bring such a disappointment to this man now.

Anyway, Lin Dafu was just a man that took advantage of another's perilous state.

Walking along back to the room with rage, Song Qinghan tried to force himself into sleep, thinking that it would be a tough and arduous day tomorrow.

The next morning, when the sun was beaming in through the window, Song Qinghan opened his eyes. But to his surprise, Lin Dafu was right aside staring at him with a pair of eyes full of affection. Song Qinghan screamed, but then turned to a rage, shouting at Lin Dafu, "How long have you been here? Are you a psycho? What's the fun staring at someone sleeping""

Lin Dafu got himself a sullen face all of a sudden, saying in his calmness, "Oops, you got a wrong attitude treating me today!"

At the moment when Song Qinghan was about to fight back verbally, the treaty made yesterday occurred to him suddenly, he then force himself to confront the man, asking in impatience, "What kind of attitude should I have then?"

Lin Dafu gestured, motioning Song Qinghan to close his eyes.

Song Qinghan couldn't say no, he had to follow the orders that Lin Dafu made. He then closed his eyes, half-opened one. He wanted to have a peek.

"Now open your eyes."

"Say in an exciting mood that 'I'm soaking in shower of heaven when I open my eyes and you just show up.'"

"And then pull my hands and get up."

Lin Dafu made all these orders in such an equanimity.

Song Qinghan was stunned listening to the words from Lin Dafu. He couldn't make it since he thought it was creepy and disgusting.

Lin Dafu raised his eyebrows, saying, "Aren't you going to get Wu Dahu out of jail now?"

That seemed to be a curse to Song Qinghan, he clenched his fists and forced himself to smile, saying in reluctance, "I'm soaking in shower of heaven when I open my eyes and you just show up."

Then he loosened his hand and grabbed Lin Dafu's wrist.

Just as he was about to put on his shoes, Lin Dafu suddenly stopped him, bending himself and taking the shoes. He was trying to help Song Qinghan put on shoes.

Song Qinghan subconsciously shrunk his feet. But then he noticed that Lin Dafu was going to lecture again, he obediently stretched his feet out.

Song Qinghan struggled to get himself off the bed, and right at the moment when he was about to relax a bit, it happened that Lin Dafu made another request, "Hold my hands!"

Such a creepy man arouse all the rage of Song Qinghan all of a sudden. With reluctance Song Qinghan stretched out to get Lin Dafu's hands.

Fortunately, Lin Dafu wasn't bothering when they had their breakfast. He just kept picking up the dish to the bowl of Song Qinghan, watching him to gobble everything.

After the breakfast, Lin Dafu looked out and found a great weather outside, he suggested with a big smile, "Look, the weather is quite good today. Well, it is probably bitingly cold out there on the lake, but with the warmest liquor and sunlight, it's nothing."

Noticing the sight falling on him, Song Qinghan answered, "Oh, right! Do you like lake cruising. That's a good idea though. "

Lin Dafu ordered the servants for some domestic trifles. And he guided Song Qinghan onto the carriage, heading to the suburban district.

Song Qinghan came to a dizziness since he just had finished breakfast and rode on a carriage with a great vibration. He decided to take a nap.

The carriage ran and ran but then took a sudden pause which woke Song Qinghan up right away. When Song Qinghan opened his eyes, he found himself lean on the shoulder of Lin Dafu. In a flash he stood up with awkwardness.

Lin Dafu didn't show any annoyance on his face at all, but came to a smile, saying, "You didn't change, did you? You'd always sleep as long as you get on the carriage, struggling to lean over me on my chest."

Lean over on his chest? Song Qinghan suddenly got himself bunch of goose bumps all over imagining the image of what had come into his mind.

It happened that Lin Dafu didn't notice the micro expression of Song Qinghan, he took the lead landing, and then helped Song Qinghan get off the carriage.

The lake emerged right away at the moment Song Qinghan got off the carriage, he couldn't even take his eyes off staring and exclaiming over the grand scenery.

Yet, the extreme coldness of the winter had withered the lotus flowers in the lake, leaving only bunch of decayed stems standing there. It still delivered an infinite imagination for Song QInghan to rebuild the flourishing and vivid scene happened in the summer time.

At the right moment, he made a decision in his mind that he would be here again with Wu Dahu when the lotus flowers boomed again the next year. That must be the happiest time.

Lin Dafu caught the happiness overflowing from the expression of Song Qinghan. He thought it was the scenery right here cheered up him, not figuring out what Song Qinghan was really thinking. If he did so, he probably would be enraged.

The two walked to the lake side, and then entered a boat, paddling to the center of the lake.

Lin Dafu poured two cups of liquor that were still tepid. He picked up one of them and delivered to Song Qinghan, explaining, "Don't worry, this is a soft one. Those who are pregnant are allowed to take a drink of it."

Song Qinghan didn't refuse, he took the cup and swallowed the liquor in one gulp. Feeling the specific taste the liquor brought, he heaved a long sigh.

Lin Dafu chuckled and took a sip of the liquor, saying, "You'd always been a capricious one every time you took a shot in the past, and you'd told me that the liquor tasted bad, you didn't want to try anymore. It's surprising that you can taste the flavor out of the liquor of bitterness."

Song Qinghan didn't answer, he just poured another cup of liquor and drank slowly.

The breeze by the lake blew, blowing away the steam out of the liquor, and yet, bringing a trace of coldness to these two.

The lake was rather clear, and the fishes were visible in the water. It somehow revealed a subtly harmonious atmosphere coordinating with elegance of the surrounding landscape.

Lin Dafu noticed the red-rimmed cheek showing right on the face of Song Qinghan while the whole bottle of liquor was empty, he spoke to the boatman, "Let's go ashore."

Song Qinghan couldn't even stand steadily by his own will when they landed ashore. But he still got a principle, he wouldn't lean over himself again to Lin Dafu, and then he himself walked alone to the carriage, staggering.

Facing Song Qinghan, the one who was drunk and delivering a face of spacing out, Lin Dafu came to ask, "Why did you choose Wu Dahu? He got no money, go no power, and got no nice look. He is just a rustic mediocre. What make you beg me for saving him?"

Song Qinghan didn't passed out yet, he could hear the voice and understand what Lin Dafu meant. He chuckled, saying in a taunting tone, "I agree with you that he indeed is poor, and without power. But he got no nice look? Hell NO!"

"He ain't get a nice look? He got a nose, he got eyes, I just like them all!" gushed Song Qinghan.

Lin Dafu can't help laughing, shaking his head, and saying, "HA? Everybody gets a nose and pair of eyes. Then why are you infatuated with him?"

Song Qinghan was suddenly stunned, scratching his head in confusion, saying, "Why am I infatuated with him? It's because… because…"

He couldn't answer him right away about the fact, but just at the moment Lin Dafu was about to give the question up, Song Qinghan clapped, as if he had found out the answer, saying, "It's because Dahu is humble and honest. He never lies to me except the one of kindness. That's a man of justice, he loves to help people around, and never bow himself to the noble and power. He is a man of emotion, if you treat him good, he will treat you better than you do to him! He feels for people and those who are weaker. In all, I love all the characters he possesses."

After Song Qinghan spoke out that quite long sentence, he passed out, leaning his head aside. Just at the moment his head was about to be hit by the wooden chair, Lin Dafu reached out to hold, and placing Song Qinghan on his shoulder.

Now, although there was no physical distance between him and Song Qinghan, the man could clearly feel that he was thousands of mile away from him emotionally.

When Song Qinghan woke up again, he was completely immune to Lin Dafu's dark and deep pupils.

He rubbed his head and said uncomfortably, "Didn't you say that the liquor was a soft one? How come I got drunk after that?"

Lin Dafu smiled in bitterness and shook his head, saying, "Well, it is a soft one. But you drank a lot! And you don't get a stomach for liquor. Do you?"

Song Qinghan came to a silence and then he flipped getting off the bed. He asked, "Is lunch served now? I am starving."

Lin Dafu nodded and held Song Qinghan's hands and then headed out.

The two finished their lunch in silence. To Song Qinghan's surprise, Lin Dafu said before he was about to ask the plan in the afternoon, "You got tired this morning, we go nowhere this afternoon, you just take a good rest."

Well, that was exactly what Song Qinghan wanted, but then he came to another worry, he worried that probably Lin Dafu would say NO to get Wu Dahu out of the jail. And then he turned to ask, "How about you? Are you going outside?"

Lin Dafu answered, "Right, I will go to the shop this afternoon, you don't have to follow me up."

After that, he noticed the unease from Song Qinghan's countenance, he then took a pause and continued to say, "You behaved perfectly nice today, just keep it the rest of the days."

Hearing that, Song Qinghan heaved a sigh of relief, as if the stumbling rock pressing in his mind finally fell.

Lin Dafu then suggested, "Let's take a walk, and I will leave the mansion later."

Song Qinghan nodded and took the initiative to grab Lin Dafu's hand and walk into the garden.

In the garden while they were walking, something suddenly seemed to occur to Song Qinghan, he looked around searching for something, and then asked in a quite strange tone, "Where are the people in your mansion? Where are the twins?"

Lin Dafu answered leisurely as if he didn't care, "I kicked them out of the mansion."

Song Qinghan looked at him in surprise, he asked trying to confirm, "Kicked out? All of them?"

Lin Dafu nodded and said without emotion, "I kicked them out because I lost interest on them all of a sudden, there will be nothing good but bad lingering in this mansion. So I delivered them a bunch of money which was enough for them to live the rest of their lives. And yes, I kicked them all out."

Song Qinghan didn't like the man in front of him at all, but he did express his respect and praised over his bravery to kick out all of his concubines just in one night.

Then there came another question, Song Qinghan asked him in confusion, "I see, so that means you get no husband or even a concubine? Are you ready to marry another person?"

Lin Dafu took a pause, he tried to avoid the eye contact with Song Qinghan, staring at the inverted images on the surface of the lake, answering, "Yes, I want to. But I am not going to marry a new one or someone else. It's just kind of embarrassed to talk about this right now. I can even make it real."

That was kind of a vague and tortuous answer which got Song Qinghan more confused. But he didn't think further, and just patted Lin Dafu on his shoulder, consoling, "Come on, you are still young. You can meet someone better, and you don't have to be so infatuated with a specific one. Don't hang yourself on one bald tree."

A BALD TREE? Lin Dafu came to a smile but shook his head, he sighed a bit, saying, "I'm leaving now, take care of yourself."

Song Qinghan nodded. And then he gave Lin Dafu a send off. He walked alone in the garden. What attracted him right now was the delicate design of the garden. He learned and kept all the arrangement in mind. He thought that he could surely used them for reference one day if he and Wu Dahu built another new shacks or rooms.

Night fell again when Lin Dafu came back home.

Lin Dafu was stunned noticing Song Qinghan standing aside the gate searching around, he then asked, "Why are you here? If you are hungry, you can have the dinner first."

Song Qinghan shook his head, explaining, "It's quite boring inside, so I decide to stay out here, and wait for you by the way!"

Hearing that, Lin Dafu came to an astonishment, with a trace of joyance flashing in his eyes, he asked, "Did you regain your memories?"

Song Qinghan denied, as Lin Dafu was about to rushed over in the next second, "No, I didn't. I just blurt out whatever came in my mind."

Noticing the resistance showing up on the face of Song Qinghan, Lin Dafu calmed down all of a sudden with hugest disappointment.

Song Qinghan saw him came in with a rather sullen face, he knew that he probably had said something hurtful again. What occurred to me was the situation of Wu Dahu, but not the man right away. He chased up trying to observe Lin Dafu's expression.

During dinner, Lin Dafu still got his face plain, he didn't even pick up food and deliver to Song Qinghan tonight as he did yesterday.

Song Qinghan took the initiative to pick a few dishes and put them into Lin Dafu's bowl..

Lin Dafu was suddenly stunned as he ate. He looked at Song Qinghan and asked, "How do you know my flavour?"

Song Qinghan smiled big, saying, "I observe you these meals, you prefer salty food and meat, and what I picked are just catering to those two conditions."

Lin Dafu then got his expression changeable, no one could really tell what's in his mind.

"I think there still exists a possibility for you to regain your memories."

What he said totally disrupted Song Qinghan when he was about to deliver the meat in his own mouth, he didn't expect that Lin Dafu would mentioned something like that again.

Song Qinghan came to smile in bitterness, catching a glimpse of Lin Dafu who staring at him right away. Nothing came to his mind at the right moment. To echo him, or retort him, that was a question.

If he echoed Lin Dafu on the memories thing, he didn't want to give any hope to the man. If he retorted, he probably would ignite him. Song Qinghan stuck into a dilemma.

In a result, he chose to ignore, pretending that he hadn't hear the voice of Lin Dafu. He just lowered his head and kept delivering the food in his mouth.

Fortunately, Lin Dafu didn't be a bad ass at that moment. He raised his hand with chopsticks, and picked up some food and delivered it in Song Qinghan's bowl.

After dinner, Lin Dafu brought Song Qinghan to the study instead of garden.

In the study, Song Qinghan couldn't help but exclaim looking around the circumstance, "You've got bunch of books here, it's my first time to see so many books all at once since I came here."

He then took a pause, noticing he probably had said something wrong, then he shifted the topic right away, "What's your plan?"

However, Lin Dafu was sensitive enough to catch his words. He frowned and asked, "Since you came here? Where is that?"

Song Qinghan explained, "Here. Right here, Lin Mansion. It's my first time to witness so many books here in your mansion."

Well, it made sense to say something like that. But Lin Dafu found the words with other meanings.

However, from Lin Dafu's point of view, Song Qinghan wasn't going to tell the truth. So he had to explain by what Song Qinghan had said, "I'm going to draw a picture of you."

Song Qinghan nodded happily, "Great. What do you want me to do? Stand here? "

Since Song Qinghan was so active right away, Lin Dafu could draw a certain conclusion that he must hide something secretly not telling him, but he didn't say anything about that, just nodded, saying, "Alright, just right there. I will move a chair over here."

At the moment Lin Dafu turned around to move the chair, Song Qinghan heaved a sigh with relief, patting himself on the chest.

The study sank into a dead silence, nothing could be heard but the buzzing of the writing brush. since both of them carried their own thoughts in mind, neither of them spoke and broke the awkward silence.

At the moment Song Qinghan was sleepy and about to nod off sitting there, it happened that Lin Dafu took the initiative to speak, "Done!"

Song Qinghan erupted suddenly, he stretched himself a bit and then walked slowly to the side of the table.

A man with a smiling-face was shown right on the rice paper, perfectly vivid. But it was Song Qinghan who came to an astonishment, asking, "Didn't you draw that according to my present expression? I was not laughing or smiling."

Lin Dafu's gaze fell on the person on the painting. A trace of fear flashed across his eyes and he said in an upset tone, "This is how you look in my memory, I can't help, that's the most beautiful smile showing on your face."

Song Qinghan stood there in silence, he could clearly read out the affection and admiration from the man on the paintings.

Probably it was the original possessor of this body who got such a bright smile. However, it was quite a pity that the smile would never show up again, at least it would not show up in front of Lin Dafu.

The awkwardness and somehow sorrow extended, flooding all around in the room. Lin Dafu came to laugh, saying, "You must be exhausted sitting there for long time, get back to the room for a good rest."

"Okay." Song Qinghan answered, at the moment they were close to the room, he asked all of a sudden, "What if… what if I will never get my memories back?"

Song Qinghan himself wasn't someone of dumbness. He knew exactly why Lin Dafu would make such a condition for saving Wu Dahu. He probably still insisted on trying to help him regain the memories by the so-called scene recurrence.

Although he did not like Lin Dafu's spirit of being rough and stubborn, but objectively speaking, it was indeed a praiseworthy matter for him.

Lin Dafu was stunned hearing the question, and came to a silence for a brief moment, saying, "If you are not able to regain your memories, and if you are quite happy with Wu Dahu, I might leave you with bothering."

Song Qinghan was stunned either, suddenly, asking, "Aren't you going to insist as you did before?"

Hearing that, Lin Dafu laughed all of a sudden. Bitterness festered.

"Since you've got a brand-new life, and you are quite happy with it. I am nothing to you even if I got you aside me. Just like now, you are so much close to me, but don't you think that you're just a puppet here without spirit." muttered Lin Dafu.

Song Qinghan stared at the figure of Lin Dafu, who was turning around and leaving. He heaved a sigh. Some kind of sorrow was lingering and haunting in his mind.

It turned out that Lin Dafu wasn't that bad actually, he was just a guy who would insist on something till the last second.

Song Qinghan came to sleep with bunch of consideration. The next morning when he woke up, he didn't find Lin Dafu aside. That was quite strange for him.

Was he a man who just got a 3 minute passion?

But the next minute brought him to a wonderland when he opened the door. He would consider that he had transported in time again.

There hung full of red lanterns under the eaves, while they were all decorated with bright red ribbons. Everything in the yard was all lighted up by the red color. It gave out an ambience of joyance and happiness which would only be seen in Spring Festival.

Lin Dafu showed up right at the corner of the wall, it seemed that he had just finished some works and came back, rushing over to Song Qinghan and saying, "Are you hungry? Sorry I am late because of the works. Go have breakfast."

Song Qinghan nodded, he walked while observing everything in the yard, asking, "What are you going to do?"

Lin Dafu answered in a vague tone, "We talk about this after breakfast."

Song Qinghan subconsciously felt that this matter was related to him. It was probably not an easy thing to accept. Otherwise, he wouldn't have told himself after dinner.

Something important that related to red stuff? At the moment he was about to sit on the chair, he shouted, "Oh, you're going to have a wedding?"

Lin Dafu took a pause, he didn't want to lie since Song Qinghan had guessed out the affair, he confessed matter-of-factly, "That's right. I'd always owe you one grand wedding. And I want to take this chance to make this dream come true."

Song Qinghan waved his hand, feeling dumbfounded, but refusing, "I'm married! What? Are you joking with me? If Dahu finds out the secret wedding. That's a self-destruction to me."

Lin Dafu knew the fact that Song Qinghan was rather infatuated with Wu Dahu. But the bitterness festered even further when Song Qinghan mentioned that guy with such intimacy, and fluently.

He tried to calm himself down while his mood swings was going wild, saying, "Don't you worry. I will order them to leave after everything is settled and decorated. And we will be all alone in the yard. There's no one will know about the matter today."

Song Qinghan hesitated for a brief moment, he tried to confirm one more time, asking, "Are you really sure there's no others except us?"

"You can check it out yourself around the yard if you don't believe me." answered Lin Dafu.

Well, Song Qinghan had to yes because he was under a total control of Lin Dafu right now, answering, "Alright. I will take it as long as there is no nuptial chamber or something."

Lin Dafu responded patiently, "Nothing else will happen, we will just go through the motions."

Song Qinghan nodded with satisfaction. And then he turned to indulge himself into the meal.

He had never had a wedding in an ancient style. He did witness some of the traditional marriages on television. Ancient weddings were rather strength-consuming. Thus, he had to eat more and be ready for the upcoming MISSION.

After breakfast, Lin Dafu walked around the yard with Song Qinghan. When he sent him back, he passed the prepared big red wedding gown to him.

Staring at the wedding gown with such a surprise, Song Qinghan was shocked. But it was then Lin Dafu saying, "It's not a good choice for you to meet others currently, so you should make up yourself dealing with your hair or makeup. Nothing is required, just make it neat and clean."

Song Qinghan nodded obediently, he sat in front of the bronze mirror, gazing at the bunch of neatly-arranged and various rouges. An natural excitement flowed out from his expression.

Lin Dafu found no any sign of reluctance and resistance from Song Qinghan's countenance, he finally came to a sigh, heading out to prepare for the wedding.

After Lin Dafu left, Song Qinghan shut the door and back to sit in front of the bronze mirror. He observed himself carefully. He found it was no need for him to put any makeup on.

That didn't mean he loved his own face currently, but he had to admit that such a face he possessed now was super clean and delicate, purely beautiful.

However, being as a responsible trader, he still had to put on some make up trying to make himself neatly clean according to Lin Dafu's requirements to cheer him up.

He picked up the roughs randomly and tried to wear them on face tentatively.

This was his first time trying to put makeup on his face. It was funny that when he finally finished all the process and looked into the mirror, he was stunned by his own clumsy makeup skills.

That was a totally ugly duckling in the mirror. A man of pale faced and bloody lips, ah, a hooded phantom.

He looked around the room anxiously and searched for the water, but he failed to find some. He could only turn to open the door and ask Lin Dafu for help. Lin Dafu wasn't far away, so Song Qinghan shouted aloud, "Help! Lin Dafu."

Lin Dafu came to worries when he heard the cry from Song Qinghan, he thought at first something bad happened, so he just threw all the tools at hands and rushed back to the room in a quick move.

When he saw the pale face of Song Qinghan showing up right away when he reached at the door, he was totally shocked standing there, but then took a few steps back unconsciously.

The rouges, the lips color… everything on Song Qinghan's face right now just came to a total mess. Lin Dafu arrived with a look of utter bewilderment, saying, "You even forget how to put on your makeup now? You were such a beauty chaser before!"

On the other side, Song Qinghan didn't want to make any fun of it currently, what he worried about was that if he didn't get rid of the rouges in time, that would probably be sticky and rough on his face. He then came to grab the sleeves of Lin Dafu, begging, "Bring me water here. I don't want to go myself because I probably will scare people."

Lin Dafu was somehow reluctant to leave while he was gazing at the hands of Song Qinghan.

This man missed so much how Song Qinghan relied him on everything.

But noticing the sorrow and pitiful countenance of Song Qinghan, he couldn't make a rejection.

Water, warm water, that was a life-saving straw for Song Qinghan right now, well, thanks to Lin Dafu. With the warm water splashing on face, Song Qinghan removed all the dirty powder.

He gazed back at the bronze mirror, no even a trace of any rouge was left, he then said with a great satisfaction, "These are not waterproof ones, otherwise, I probably can't get rid of them that easy."

Lin Dafu looked at him and suddenly said, "It's fine if you really don't how to put on a makeup, just comb your hair."

What Lin Dafu said did arouse the internal drive for excellence of Song Qinghan. He wasn't someone of impotence but of rebellion. He rolled up his sleeves, confirming, "Who told you that? I am just inexperienced, I will surely bring you a surprise."

Closing the door, Lin Dafu shook his head, saying, "Fine, then keep on producing your perfect face. I will leave for the arrangement now."

They didn't even meet on lunch time because of the custom which wouldn't allow the to-be-married couple see each other before the ceremony.

Being so lonely having his lunch, Lin Dafu sat there with no appetite without the accompany of Song Qinghan. He did not get himself used to have the meal without Song Qinghan even they just stayed together for two days.

Night fell again as the sun dipped down, Lin Dafu came to the room where Song Qinghan stayed suppressing the excitement deep in his mind, and then knocked on the door.

A figure showed up inside in a big wedding gown, it was Song Qinghan wearing a red veil on his head, slowly walking outward.

Lin Dafu delivered an end of the red silk fabric into Song Qinghan's hands while he was holding another end, the "couple" walked to the "banquet" in parallel in a rather slow yet gracious steps.

Well, the "banquet", as one of the most crucial parts in Chinese traditional wedding ceremony, hosted none currently. A big smile appeared right on Lin Dafu's face even though no one here witnessing the great moment.

"First, bow to the heaven and earth!"

"Second, bow to the parents!"

"Now, wedding couple bows to each other!"

Being as the "bridegroom", Lin Dafu also played the role of priest, he guided Song Qinghan to post the right gestures while he was speaking.

"Ceremony completed! Now send the couple to nuptial chamber."

Lin Dafu held the hands of Song Qinghan heading to the decorated room. Sitting on bed, he spoke to Song Qinghan, "I will go out for a drink, wait for me."

What a drama! Song Qinghan had already checked out everywhere, there came no one in the yard, but he didn't expect that Lin Dafu was kind of detail person directing the whole process as if they were playing a theatre.

But he had to admit that he got quite a easy day today because of the so-called wedding ceremony.

Not long, Lin Dafu came back, staggering, while Song Qinghan was bore and almost fell asleep sitting on the bed.

Lin Dafu walked over slowly, lifting the red veil covered on the head of Song Qinghan with a stick. He couldn't even breath when he saw the rather delicate face under the veil, he stood there dumbfounded, muttering, "You're such a beauty, amazingly beautiful than I thought."

Song Qinghan coughed, mentioning, "Hey, don't chirp standing there, we got the last step unfinished."

It took a while for Lin Dafu to recover from his daze, he walked to the table in a punch-drunk way, and then came back by the side of Song Qinghan. And finished the last step of the wedding, drinking the "cross-cupped wine" with Song Qinghan.

It should be the effect of the alcohol, Song Qinghan collapsed into the bed all of a sudden after the last step.

"Han, Han?"

Lin Dafu called Song Qinghan's name in a different tone. Since Song Qinghan delivered no sign of consciousness and showed drunk look on his face. Lin Dafu put the cup right on the table and sat by the bed quietly.

He reached out and touched the delicate face along the contour of Song Qinghan's face.

"Impossible, how could it not be…"

Finally, Lin Dafu came to draw a conclusion: the man in front of him right now should not be the real Song Qinghan, he is a fake one.

This explained everything why Song Qinghan forgot the things they had gone through together, while mentioning "If not going to regain his memories" tentatively.

It made sense to think that way, because only if he was a fake one, he would always reclaim the fact that he wasn't going to regain his memories, while being so reluctant to stay with the one who knew his past the best.

The suspicion ignited and grew in Lin Dafu's mind, he came to an ascertainment after the fact bound up in the matter of putting on a makeup of Song Qinghan.

He knew that if someone got an amnesia for his misfortune, he would not lose at least the habitual doings, something like his flavor or specific skills.

The day when he first met Song Qinghan occurred to him all of a sudden, it was a boy trying to put the rouge up on his face, awkwardly clumsy yet careful.

But this time everything just went so strange, Song Qinghan did change a lot, with no more slow-witted acts.

But…why? Why couldn't he even find any trace of disguise from this "fake" Song Qinghan?

Being stuck into an endless insanity, Lin Dafu got closer to Song Qinghan, and then again, touched his the contour of his cheek, trying to find some other dubious details.

However, no matter how hard he tried to observe, he failed to figure out more details. He leaned against the pillar of the bed, dumbfounded, as if his inner world had been converted upside down.

Suddenly! A familiar voice jumped out at him deeply in his mind.

"I have a red mole on my back, right on the waist. How about you? Do you have any special marks inborn?"

It was when he met Song Qinghan the second time, and that was what Song Qinghan said to him when they mentioned something like birthmark.

This Song Qinghan right in front of him now probably possessed a prowess on makeup skills that disguised himself from the look. However, the birthmark should be the unique one people could not hide it away with some powder covers.

He then lifted the gown on Song Qinghan, he did not show any excitement currently at the snow white and smooth skin of Song Qinghan. He had to find out the fact.

At the moment Lin Dafu searched on Song Qinghan's waist, a conspicuous mole in red showed right away. "Impossible, that is impossible!" Lin Dafu muttered, with a great confusion in his mind.

He stepped back, falling down on the ground out of his attention.

It seemed that he couldn't even feel any pain of it, but rushed outward in a creeping way, staring at Song Qinghan in the bed with a scaring look, muttering himself, "How can it be possible? Is that a monster? Did he eat the shit out of Han? How could it be…"

At the moment he reached the door of the room, he came to cry as if he wouldn't bear the fact any more, bawling there outside.

On the contrary, Song Qinghan did spend a good night with a sweet sleep. The sun, as it always did, rose high up in the sky, beaming in through the window.

Song Qinghan pinched his eyebrows, straightening up his body. But since he could clearly sniff a pungent smell of liquor, he frowned seriously.

How could he be so drunk for just a cup of wine? And there came a heavy smell of liquor.

But wait, why couldn't he remember anything after the "cross-cupped wine"? He felt himself like being so drunk for a whole night.

He checked out himself from the head to the toe, it seemed that nothing bad happened last night. Song Qinghan couldn't help but heave a sigh of relief.

True dat, no one would be that shameless to sexually assault a femina male in pregnancy.

Song Qinghan opened the door, everything in the yard just turned back to its original look, bald and nothing of vigor. Song Qinghan stood right outside the door, with his bright red gown on him.

He would believe that it was just a dream if he wasn't wearing the red gown.

The servants, who just caught the glimpse of Song Qinghan, came over with fervent looks. They treated Song Qinghan a warm bath.

Well, that should not be called a treat, the servants were just helping him take off his gown and put on another one. It happened that Song Qinghan was just exhausted, so he didn't reject the idea.

Only when he got to the table ready to have breakfast, he sensed something might go wrong.

Why isn't Lin Dafu here? Is he still in bed? Maybe he is still heavily drunk from last night.

Just as Song Qinghan was about to finish breakfast, Lin Dafu finally appeared. Lin Dafu showed up with a rather pale face as if he didn't sleep well last night.

But since Song Qinghan knew he would be totally released after two more days, he got such a good mood though, he came to ask Lin Dafu in a caring tone, "What's wrong? Did you drink too much last night?"

Lin Dafu didn't raise his head, he just made a plain respond to Song Qinghan, then came to have the porridge.

Noticing the indifferent face of Lin Dafu, Song Qinghan found out there should be something unhappy yesterday.

Didn't he act so perfect last night? Why is this man being angry without reason?

He wanted to ask something about Wu Dahu, but he was worried that it might not be a proper time to mention it since this probably would ignite him further. He apologized with a big smile, saying, "I am a drunk freak, so if I did something that made you furious. I apologize for that."

Lin Dafu took a pause, raising his eyelids, and asking in a suspicious tone, "How do you know you are a drunk freak? Did Wu Dahu tell you that?"

Song Qinghan figured out he might said something wrong again, answering awkwardly, "Ye… Yeah, only Dahu knows how I act after I am drunk, how am I supposed to know that, haha…"

Lin Dafu glanced at him and didn't make a sound. He finished his breakfast in a quick move, saying, "Wu Dahu should be out of jail today, let's get him out."

Song Qinghan didn't expect Lin Dafu would mention the matter on his own, he showed a dumbfounded look but nodded in the meantime. And then followed Lin Dafu up right behind.

They took the carriage again heading to the jail. Outside the prison, Lin Dafu got off the carriage and spoke to Song Qinghan, saying, "You just wait here. I don't like to witness you talking to other men. When the deal is completed, I will let you meet him."

Song Qinghan didn't dare to say something in retort, he just nodded when he caught a glimpse of the indifferent expression of Lin Dafu.

It was a critical moment now, there was no need to offend Lin Dafu in such a way. What's more, two more days he could free himself from his control.

Lin Dafu walked to the prison. The guards, who seemingly got a rather good relationship with Lin Dafu, smiled to him in flattery.

He nodded, and whispered to one of the guards in ear. And then the guard rushed into the jail.

Not long, Wu Dafu appeared.

He was shocked when he saw Lin Dafu standing there, asking with a frown, "It's you who get me out of the jail?"

Lin Dafu responded with a long face, "Well, I know you are out of this business, it's such an injustice if you die of it."

"Where's Han?"

Wu Dahu skimmed around subconsciously, and then he found Song Qinghan was in the carriage not far away stretching his face out of the cart. He was about to walk over.

"Easy, he doesn't want to meet you at all."

Lin Dafu reached out to stop Wu Dahu, and said leisurely.

"But why? What did you do to Han?" said Wu Dahu, frowning tight.

Lin Dafu chuckled with his lean chuckle, saying, "Wang Huailing is still a big trouble to Han. So do you think that Han would choose you? You can't even protect yourself."

"Did you threaten him?" asked Wu Dahu, fetching a long breath.

Even so, he had to admit and accept the fact Lin Dafu mentioned.

If it wasn't Lin Dafu, he probably was still locked up in jail.

Lin Dafu seemed to have seen through his inner thoughts, but then asked, "Do you really think that Han is one easy to be hoaxed or threatened? Or you can just think about the other side of it, I mean the promising side. He just didn't want to get you into such troubles. I can save you this time, but there might be a second time, or third? Don't ever think that I am a charity or philanthropist."

Wu Dahu's pouted his lips, and commenced believing he was not the one able to eloquent in retorting Lin Dafu.

"But I got something to speak to him, personally!" gushed Wu Dahu.

"Dare you? You're going to push him in a dilemma!" shouted Lin Dafu, getting into a towering rage.

With that warnings, Wu Dahu took a pause and stood there irresolute, commencing hesitating.

Well, that doubtlessly made sense, he could do nothing effective even if he came to greet Song Qinghan right away, but would surely put him in such a dilemma. He should give a solid credence to Song Qinghan that he would never betray him. He would come back if he really wanted… such a pitiful and lowly thought occurred to Wu Dahu in his mind.

"I'll come home now." said Wu Dahu, looking emotionally at Song Qinghan in the carriage.

"Have you seen Han drunken?" asked Lin Dafu, trying to confirm.

Confronting the man in front with such a queer question, Wu Dahu commenced frowning with confusion, asking, "Was Han drunk staying with you?"

Getting no direct answer he wanted, Lin Dafu showed no more eagerness to the answer by dint of the Wu Dahu's reaction. It seemed that he got what he really wanted right from his expression.

"Mmm, true dat, I just want to show you off, nothing else. But you know, people would only be drunk when he stays with his closest partner." said Lin Dafu, giving off a grinning look on his face.

Wu Dahu clenched his fist tight while Lin Dafu was trying to mock, then he turned around and leaf without saying anything.

Being unable to hear anything from the conversation of the two, Song Qinghan still noticed the extremely sullen expression of Wu Dahu since he was out of jail. He thought Wu Dahu might spend some bitter days being locked in jail. Guilty came out of nowhere in his mind.

Yet, the only reaction he gained from Wu Dahu was just a seemingly indifferent disregard, without even a greet or at least an eye contact.

Lin Dafu marched towards the carriage with a rather calm complexion, looking at Song Qinghan who was showing an expression of eagerness, and saying, "Something you might ask?"

Nodding, Song Qinghan commenced gushing out all his questions at once while fetching a deep breath, "Didn't you say that it was hard for you to speak to the officials? How come they just let Dahu out as long as you came there and just greeted with them? Will Wang Huailing continue to trouble us? What did you say to Dahu just now, I see him with such a sullen face."

Lin Dafu kept his calmness, showing his self-possessed face in front, saying, "Well, you can't tell it's difficult or not if you just focus on the surface of the matter and the consequence. Everything went so smooth today isn't because the yamen runners are omnipotent, nor am I. But I did negotiate with the ones higher the pecking order than them. As for Wang Huailing, he won't be able to set you up again with the restriction of the county magistrate. And I've heard that the county magistrate commence sending Wang Huailing to other places."

"The operations?" repeated Lin Dafu.

At the moment Song Qinghan was ready for his perfectly eloquent improvisation, he was interrupted by Lin Dafu, the one showed no interest on the certain meanings of the words, "Is that all you wish? To stay in a remote place?"

Shaking his head vigorously, Song Qinghan denied, "Of course not! That must belong to some sorts of excursion for pursuing the basic knowledge transmission. Yet, in terms of a livelihood, I prefer to stay around the towns. For one thing, it's tranquil. And second for its convenience for daily life."

No Frauds. Lin Dafu could clearly understand the way how Song Qinghan talked, he knew he was not lying currently, nodding thoughtfully and asking, "So tell me. From which situation will you tell a lie? Like, you're disguising yourself in the whole conversation."

Feeling extremely odd, Song Qinghan came to deny, saying, "I am not that kind of person who tells lies."

Lin Dafu paused but then toughened his attitude, saying, "Suppose that you're required to tell one. Then what will the reason be?"

That was kind of a weird and head-scratching question for Song Qinghan, for instance he was not able to answer. But for quite a long while, he replied, "If I have to tell a lie, I think that must be a lie of kindness, a more acceptable way of expression for the other party. In addition, at the prerequisite of not hurting people, while telling a lie prevailing confessing a truth, I would choose to tell a lie."

Lin Dafu didn't act responding immediately, nor he moved, but stared at Song Qinghan in a rather astonishing look. But at the moment he saw Song Qinghan yawning, he regain his clear head and said, "Go rest yourself."

Mission of another half day completed! Song Qinghan felt so proud that he almost triumphed.

No matter how the rest days would suffer him, he just cheered in thinking that he would be released from this "Spiritual and Physical" Jail. Freedom awaited him.

Upon waking next morning about daylight, Song Qinghan found again a pair of bright piercing eyes just staring him aside within the bed. It was Lin Dafu who seemed to have recovered from the unceasingly eerie grief yesterday.

Luckily, being rather immune to the pitiful countenance, Song Qinghan got himself up in an unusual equanimity, asking, "So, what's your plan today?"

Lin Dafu helped Song Qinghan put on his shoes and answered slowly, "As you wish, we're heading to somewhere remote as you described last night!"

With a shock, Song Qinghan was totally awake from his drowsy brain, saying, "Are you SERIOUS?"

"Why? Did you tell me a lie yesterday?" answered Lin Dafu, frowning.

It could be clearly sensed that Lin Dafu was with a rage at that moment from his words full of suspicion. Song Qinghan shook his head, denying, "Of course not. But how come? No scalpel, no other basic operational tools. "

"Tool? List them for me! I will order the servants for the purchasing!" Lin Dafu answered.

The extreme calmness shown on his face now was rather firm, as if he thought that the simple request of Song Qinghan was just not a big deal.

With such a reluctance, Song Qinghan still commenced explaining, "I've ordered a kit in an iron shop already. The blacksmith told me that I could got it in two weeks. It's not the time to go since only less than one week was passed."

"Go and get the kit back, just tell the blacksmith the one Wu Dahu ordered." Lin Dafu turned to one of the servants and said.

The servant leaf without even asking any further detail. Song Qinghan stood there asking, "It's impossible for them to get the kit back. The blacksmith told me within two weeks."

A further talk is cheap. Lin Dafu seemed to have no patience to an explanation, saying, "Let's have breakfast first. Everything will be done after the meal."

Facing such a conceit man, Song Qinghan rolled his eyes with disdain.

Well, does money really rule the world and make the mares go? It was not that easy for the blacksmith to make that kit in such a short time. How could he just deliver the finished product today?

As they finished their breakfast, the servant came back with a delicate wooden box, a box in such a premium craftsmanship.

Staring at the box, Song Qinghan got himself astonished all of a sudden, he didn't even dare to blink, waiting for the servant to announce.

"Young Master, the kit is here." the servant said, bowing himself with the box in his hands.

And then he opened the wooden box, a brand-new set of scalpels showed up right away inside.

"How? Or is it true that money makes the mare go?" said Song Qinghan, eyeing up and down the kit in the servant's hands.

Being amused by the reaction of Song Qinghan, Lin Dafu took the wooden box over, shaking his head and saying, "Nah, money isn't that omnipotent that can make the mare go, but it can somehow bring some convenience."

He casually picked up one of the scalpel inside the box, but then came to an puzzlement, asking, "What's the functions for this tiny knife?"

Noticing that Lin Dafu almost touched the blade of the scalpel, Song Qinghan shouted in a flash, "Put it down! The blade of it is rather sharp, you will hurt yourself."

Lin Dafu paused, and then carefully put down the scalpel and then delivered the whole box to Song Qinghan.

Bursting forth with a pealing exultation and joy, Song Qinghan took the box over as if he harvested a treasure. Lin Dafu confused, asking, "Have you ever use these before?"

"Of course… Never."

Song Qinghan took a sudden pause before he almost exposed himself, and then he coughed a bit aiming to hide up the embarrassment, explaining in a far-fetched way, "I love to indulge myself into an endlessly creative imagination after the amnesia. So you know, something strange will surely occurred to me in my mind since I got no secular restrictions bundling me up which would let my mind go wild as possible. These so-called scalpel things are based on the wild imagination of mine, I never expect they will be good functionally."

Lin Dafu had never seen such knives in those shapes, and had no ideas about their functions. But it could be inferred by the blades of them that these stuff must be something extraordinary.

Luckily, he probably could witness their usages if Song Qinghan is gonna to apply them today.

And he erupted all of a sudden, with a quite decisive expression, saying, "Let's go now, if we are heading to the remote places, it requires us to set out as early as possible."

Song Qinghan hesitated for a moment, asking, "can we take some high concentration liquors and gauze?"

Lin Dafu answered without hesitation, ordering to the servants, "Take two jars of high concentration liquor and two bundles of gauze in the carriage!"

Closing the wooden box carefully and carrying it in chest, Song Qinghan followed Lin Dafu up inside the carriage.

Though there probably posted a risk exposing himself for the prodigy of medical talent in front of Lin Dafu, yet as long as he shut his mouth for the matter, Lin Dafu would never be able to learn that he was just a strain of soul possessing his ex-husband's body.

Well, in addition, the exultation of life-saving would always prevailed the risk of exposing himself.

The trip was a real excursion as Lin Dafu described. It almost took them one and a half hour to get there.

Getting off from the carriage, Song Qinghan gazed at the rather shaggy and dreary visage, he couldn't help but exclaim, "Is this a real place for living?"

Walking further to the village, they were amazed by its desolation. There lies only ruined and worn-out shacks and shanties in adjacent out there. No one is ploughing in the field. At least they couldn't even see anyone along the way.

It was then Lin Dafu consoled Song Qinghan, saying, "Don't worry, there must exist someone, someone who is eager for your help."

Song Qinghan darted a glance at him, while feeling so much regret that he overstated his wish.

It was no use since they got no medicine but just a set of scalpels.

However, Lin Dafu showed quite a confidence to Song Qinghan. Stepping forward to the village in a quick move, he didn't even afraid that Song Qinghan would not follow up.

Getting himself in such a dilemma, Song Qinghan had no choice for the moment, he had to follow up in his equanimity behind Lin Dafu.

At the moment Song Qinghan stepped into the village, there came seemingly continual sobs and cries from the further place. Yet it was nearly noon while the sun was beaming as harsh as he could, Song Qinghan still could sense an eerie wind blown from his back, with a bitter coldness.

Following the sounds of bawling, Lin Dafu walked to a shanty with a half-opened door. But then he took a sudden pause at the moment he witnessed something inside.

Song Qinghan leaned his head out behind Lin Dafu. To his surprise, several men were lying on the ground. Song Qinghan then came to ask, "What happened to you guys?"

Among the lying men on the ground, there sat a femina male who was bawling hard. When the femina male saw Song Qinghan and Lin Dafu, he shouted all of a sudden and then hid himself with his sleeves on his face, pointing them shouting, "Who are you guys? Go away, don't come in!"

Song Qinghan paused with a shock, he then noticed bunch of rashes on those men on the ground, asking suspiciously, "Is that urticaria?"

Lin Dafu glanced at him and asked, "How is it? Can you save them?"

From Song Qinghan's point of view, urticaria wasn't that kind of illness of seriousness, while bearing no lethal factors basically. So Song Qinghan nodded, but then asked again, "Is that the reason causing the desolation of this village? I mean, just because of the urticaria?"

"It's an illness causing relapsing symptoms, no one can even end the curse. So as the time passes by, people will just long suffer from it."

Song Qinghan tried to approach to the men, but only to be stared by their vicious and warning eyesight. He then explained, "I'm here to help you, don't worry."

Those men on the ground looked at each other in an incredible look, while the sobbing femina male said in squeal, "No one can save us, even Doctor Luo has no way to make that possible. How can you?"

Being informed by the news, Song Qinghan was stunned, asking, "Did Doctor Luo come before? Did he prescribe some medicine for you?"

He didn't believe that Doctor Luo couldn't solve this problem. After all, if this illness was treated in a Chinese traditional medical way, it should be much more easier to cure.

With a rage, that femina male erupted all of a sudden and rushed into the room, taking out a rice paper and throwing to the ground aside the feet of Song Qinghan, and then he came back to the ground, sitting.

Song Qinghan picked up the paper from the ground. He couldn't understand the prescription, but he could definitely read the Doctor's Advise below.

He came to know why everybody in this village showed their desperation.

No one wouldn't collapse if they were informed that they got an illness of unknown causes.

Being an incurable was not the worst, but not knowing the certain point of the onset outbreak.

Noticing that Song Qinghan became speechless standing there, the femina male sneered, saying, "Haven't you finished yet? As long as the prescription has no usage, keep it if you like."

Song Qinghan shook his head, delivering the prescription back to the femina male, explaining, "I'm coming here not for the prescription, would you allow me get inside the room and take a preciser check for you?"

The femina male gritted his teeth, answering, "Don't blame me for not warning you in advance, then I will let you check."

Then he stood up again and went into the room.

As long as that wouldn't cause any loss for just a check, he didn't care whether Song Qinghan came here for his benevolence or just for his curiosity.

Probably the other rest of the people thought so, they all straightened their backs, glancing at the room and waiting for the result.

The femina male took off all his clothes, staring at Song Qinghan with no expression.

But beyond his expectation, Song Qinghan didn't show any expression of disdain, but approached and made a careful check instead.

As Song Qinghan was totally absorbed in checking the queer rashes, the femina male came to be awkward all of a sudden, shrinking back a bit and asking, "What now? How is it?"

"What's this? It's no way for urticaria to cause such a serious infection." Song Qinghan said, pointing at a festered wound on the femina male's leg.

Upon listening, the femina male was showing a exceedingly painful countenance on his face, clenching his fist and saying, "I cut it myself."

Not even asking the reason, Song Qinghan could clearly figure out his intention from his expression, he then came to ask, "You think those rashes are ugly, right?"

The femina male lowered his head, while Song Qinghan opening the door and speaking to Lin Dafu, "Please help me deliver the liquor and gauze!"

Standing there dumbfounded, Lin Dafu gained his attention back again when he heard the order from Song Qinghan, he then returned to the carriage and, not long, brought back the liquor jars and gauze in his hands.

Yet, right in the room, the femina male was huddling up himself at the corner, trembling and witnessing Song Qinghan closing the door, murmuring, "What are you gonna do? Do you really have some treatments to cure us?"

Song Qinghan delivered him a kind smile, opening the wooden box and taking out one of the scalpels, he poured some liquor on the blade of the scalpel while speaking to the trembling man, "Let's not mention the urticaria, if you keep ignoring the festered wound. With more serious infection, you probably will lose your leg and get it cut wholly to save your life."

Gathering all his distrust on face, the femina showed an extreme astonishment with his mouth wide open. He never expected the seriousness of the festered wound, saying after thinking for a brief while, "It's just kind of mild injury, I will recover very soon exposing myself under the sunlight for few days. Moreover, inner bones are not involved, how come my leg will be useless?"

"Sunbath?" asked Song Qinghan, surprisingly shocked, "Who told you that exposing yourself under the sunlight could save your life? Sometimes that will be a fatal catalyst, festering your symptom."

Something seemed to occur to Song Qinghan in a flash while he was taking a pause.

That's right! The sunlight is one of the culprits incurring the symptom of the urticaria. Moreover, the sun is almost the commonest thing in daily life of everybody. That's why people refused to blame the sun for the illness.

At the moment Song Qinghan lost in thought, the femina male retorted right away, saying, "That's bullshit, the sun is the lord, the origin of the life. How can it be the reason? Nobody is able to cure us now, but the SUN!"

When Song Qinghan regained his attention, the femina male had already got himself dressed and headed out to the yard ready for his another round of sun-bath.

"Wait!"

Song Qinghan reached forth his arm trying to stop the femina male.

Taking a sudden pause, the femina male seemed to nurse a great grievance, saying while crossing his arms on his chest, "What's wrong with you?"

Song Qinghan took a clear glance at the femina male, he found that the man in front was a totally good looking guy. Without the sufferings from the urticaria, this femina male probably would have married, getting himself a far more better life.

"What's your name? How old are you?" asked Song Qinghan.

Facing the sudden question, the femina male was stunned but then came to answer with impatience, "You Yunyun, nineteen years old."

Song Qinghan nodded, saying, "Alright, You Yunyun, would you like to make a bet with me?"

For a moment You Yunyun stood there little puzzled by this queer request, not knowing exactly what Song Qinghan intended to do, he answered with no earnest, "Say it directly, but I have no money and no food for that bet. How can I make a bet with you?"

"Nothing, but your health!" said Song Qinghan, pointing at the body of You Yunyun.

In a further explanation, Song Qinghan continued to explain, "I will help remove the festered wound from your leg, and you keep ingesting the drugs prescribed from Doctor Luo. But in the meantime you have to comply to my orders. If the urticaria doesn't fester any more within one month, you should comply everything from my orders. Are you fine with that?"

You Yunyun frowned, asking, "Then what if it still remains?"

Saying so, he still wished he would lose the bet.

No urticaria within one month? That would be a luxurious dream for him right now.

Song Qinghan smiled confidently, saying, "You can accuse me of all the matters if it still remains. But you have to strictly comply to my orders."

You Yunyun took a disdain glance at Song Qinghan, saying in a taunting tone, "How? Tell me, how am I supposed to accuse you? You are carrying a baby. Oh, how about this, you deliver your baby child to me if you lose the game?"

Upon thinking for a brief moment, Song Qinghan shook his head, saying, "I don't own the baby alone myself and I can't make that decision. But I would love to stake myself. If I lose the bet, I would love to be your servant serving you. Isn't it a good deal?"

You Yunyun wasn't taking it seriously at all, but when he noticed the all-round seriousness showing on Song Qinghan's face, he couldn't reject but answer, "Whatever you like."

Seating himself on the corner of the bed, he took off his clothes again under the orders of Song Qinghan.

Again, Song Qinghan poured some liquor on the blade of the scalpel, and then he used the gauze dipped with liquor to wipe the festered wound on You Yunyun's leg, raising his head and looking at You Yunyun in equanimity, saying, "It's gonna be a bit painful, hold on and don't move."

You Yunyun delivered Song Qinghan a smile of bitterness, saying, "Well, no worries because pain for me now is nothing."

With You Yunyun's confidence towards the upcoming operation, Song Qinghan showed no more hesitation and commenced his business.

He got a quick move that You Yunyun couldn't even feel any pain at all, and finished quickly.

You Yunyun only could feel some pains while Song Qinghan was binding up the wound, he turned to look at Song Qinghan in an astonishment, saying, "You're quite a expert on using the knives!"

Without a word, Song Qinghan kept his work on binding up the wound, and then disinfected again the tool, ready for dealing with the next wound.

The festered wounds on You Yunyun's body weren't that much, yet all of them were of seriousness. It could be predicted that if he kept this situation on, he would surely get an answer whether he would be paralyzed on his leg or not within one month.

Done. Song Qinghan stood up, saying, "Alright now, from now on, you are not allowed to step out from this room in the daytime within one month. You can open the window a bit for the fresh air but no sunlight inside. If you are eager to take a walk or something, do it at nights without moon. Do you understand?"

"Why can't I bask under the sun? And, wait, what's wrong with the moon?" said You Yunyun, shaking his head.

Well, Song Qinghan couldn't explain to him right away that the moonlight was exactly reflected from the sunlight. He coughed a bit, saying, "This is our bet, you have to comply to my requests, and I assure you that you won't suffer from the urticaria again this month."

By that, what really mattered to You Yunyun wasn't the bet itself, but the removal of the annoying illness.

"Are you sure it won't remain?" asked You Yunyun with suspicion.

Song Qinghan chuckled, answering, "So what's the benefit for me to lie to you? But listen, the drugs prescribed from Doctor Luo are also the crucial factor. I would say that it worked when you first ingest them, am I right?"

Yin Jinyun nodded hesitantly and recalled, "You're right, it is true that when I first tried the drugs the symptoms mitigated in a flash. At that time, we showed great gratitude to Doctor Luo. But beyond our expectation, the demon rashes came again without a sign. We ingested again the drugs, it disappeared. But within days it recurred, this situation kept showing again and again. Awaits ahead us is just endless desperation, long haunting us. So we decided to quit the drugs even when the rashes recurred."

With such a sympathy, Song Qinghan tied to console, saying, "Well, I can totally feel for you. True dat, the recurring symptoms are somehow annoying. So why not just combine my advise and the drugs from Doctor Luo. Let's see the consequence."

Seeing that he seemed to be have a well-thought-out plan, You Yunyun hesitated for a while but then answered, "Then I will give it a shot one more time. If it doesn't work at all. I won't do anything bad to you, but those people outside probably will punish you in any means."

Song Qinghan answered, shaking his head, "No worries, I will go out now. You take a good rest here."

Stepping out the room, he then found those peeking men gathered in a flash outside the room, seemingly walking into. But they were blocked out by the shut door. With nervousness and concern, one of them suddenly shouted, "What did you do to Yunyun? We won't let you go if something happened to him."

Song Qinghan answered in a plain complexion, saying in calmness, "You Yunyun took my advise and agreed with me on resorting a certain method to cure you guys. But we have to wait after one month. At that time, I will show up again."

However, what Song Qinghan said didn't arouse the curiosities of those men, the crowd just shouted and murmured outside the room, trying to get any respond from You Yunyun. For a brief while, Song Qinghan continued to lecture patiently, saying, "I know you guys won't comply to my request at all. I will just help you bind up the festered wounds. As for the urticaria things, it depends on God's will."

Without conceiving any other better ideas, these men only had to comply right away. One after another, they followed Song Qinghan up to another room. It was a room allowing Song Qinghan to show his prowess. He proficiently removed the festered wounds using his scalpel, and then bound them all up using gauze.

Well, those men had to praise over the skilled prowess of Song Qinghan. Without the festered wound on their body, they gained more unprecedented comfort even though they felt a bit hurt. At least the removal of the rotten and stinky smell cheered them up.

Song Qinghan continued his lecture after all operations, though he knew exactly that these men would never comply to his advise. He paused until everyone showed their impatiences.

Getting out from this shack, Song Qinghan headed to another shanty with Lin Dafu. Again, the same lecturing style and the identical method to deal with the festered wound.

The whole trip within this desolate village was quite an exhausting task for Song Qinghan, finally they helped out the final family. Song Qinghan heaved a long sigh with relief, wiping his sweat on his forehead, saying, "Being a physician isn't an easy task. People here are quite obedient to my request. If not, it will be another trouble."

Lin Dafu stared at Song Qinghan with a shocking face, saying, "I've never seen you being so serious like today."

Song Qinghan uttered no word, he was rather exhausted standing there. Delivering a smile, he didn't want to explain any.

Night fell again when they arrived at Lin Mansion. Song Qinghan bathed himself after dinner and then went to bed directly.

He got a rather deep and good sleep tonight. The next morning when he woke up, it was nearly noon time.

Lin Dafu didn't appear aside him today.

Song Qinghan sat aside the table ready for his lunch. But he found that dishes on the table were no more various and abundant, he muttered himself, complaining, "Is it because I'm ready to leave his mansion?"

It happened that Lin Dafu showed up out of nowhere, which brought Song Qinghan to an amazement.

He could clearly notice some ashy trace on Lin Dafu's face, then he asked Lin Dafu in a tentative tone, "Did you cook the dishes?"

Lin Dafu put the dish in his hands in the center of the table, delivering a smile and saying, "Right, this is my first time cooking, I'm not a skilled cook. If they taste bad, forget it."

Well, as for Song Qinghan who caught a glimpse at the later-on dishes, it could be told from the look of the them that they must taste bad.

Under the expectation of Lin Dafu who stared at him with his seemingly glittering eyes, Song Qinghan picked up a piece of meat with chopsticks.