Chapter 17: Excitement

  Cong Ye took a glance at the tenth person lying outside, then entered the medical room. His upper body's undershirt had already been torn apart. Yan Qingcheng was afraid of touching Cong Ye's arm and the injured area on his back, so she directly picked up a pair of scissors and cut open the undershirt. She also asked Cong Ye to take off his pants from the lower half of his body, brought over some clean water, carefully wiped him down, and used cotton balls dipped in alcohol to disinfect him before finally bandaging him up one by one.

  At this time, the middle-aged man who was knocked unconscious by Cong Ye outside woke up again. He stumbled to his feet, came into the clinic, and with a thud, knelt down at Cong Ye's feet as he was bandaging his wound.

  "Big brother, little brother knows he was wrong, please spare little brother this time."

  As he spoke, he pulled out a bank card from his pocket and held it up with both hands towards Cong Ye.

  "There's 50,000 yuan in the card, leave it for big brother to treat his injuries, consider it as little brother's medical expenses."

  Congye now really needs money, but can't accept this person's money. What if he turns around and reports to the police, saying that he was robbed? Wouldn't he be sentenced to 10 or 8 years in prison?

  "Leave now and don't come back to bother me again."

  Congye's tone was extremely calm, as if nothing had happened before.

  "Thank you, big brother."

  The middle-aged man stood up and bowed to Cong Ye, then casually placed the bank card on the table that had been smashed last time.

  "Take the card away."

  "Big brother?"

  "Take it away."

  "Yes. I'll be rich from now on and will never set foot in Dayu Alley again. If you have any errands, just give me a call."

  After finishing, he took out a business card from his pocket and put it on the table. At the same time, following Cong Ye's instructions, he took back the bank card and left with ten of his men, supporting each other as they walked out.

  "Does it hurt?"

  "Sister-in-law, I'm fine, just some flesh wounds."

  "It's nothing, I said. But in fact, there are fourteen wounds on my body. Seven of them are bleeding and seven have bruises. I'll just stay at home to recover for the next two days and won't go anywhere."

  "But, ……"

  "There is no but."

  Yan Qingcheng bowed her head and continued to treat Cong Ye's wound, without even raising her head, she said resolutely.

  "What do you want to eat tonight?"

  I want to drink alcohol.

  "Drinking? White wine?"

  Cong Ye said he wanted a drink, and Yan Qing Cheng finally looked up at him.

  "Ah, with a higher degree."

  "Okay, I'll go buy it in a while."

  Congye didn't know why, but today he particularly wanted to drink. From a young age, Congye had limited experience with drinking. It was only after joining the army that occasionally on weekends, when comrades gathered for dinner, Congye would have a little to drink, mostly beer. Sometimes, when forced, Congye also had a couple of shots of hard liquor. At the time, he didn't like the pungent taste of hard liquor. But today, Congye just wanted to drink. Although earlier when talking to Yu Fu, Congye seemed very calm, only he knew that after the fight, his body's heat suddenly accelerated, completely beyond his control. The rapid acceleration brought Congye an unprecedented feeling of dry heat, and at this moment, he was extremely irritable. If not for being in front of his sister-in-law, Congye would have liked to loudly shout for a while, to vent the discomfort caused by his irritability.

  "Congye, are you running a fever?"

  At this time, Yan Qingcheng, who was treating Cong Ye's wound, noticed the abnormality of Cong Ye's body temperature and asked with concern.

  "It shouldn't be a fever, just feeling a bit warm."

  "Wait."

  Yan Qingshen turned back to the backyard, and soon came back with a thermometer in hand. She asked Cong Ye to lift his arm and placed the thermometer under his armpit. After Yan Qingshen finished treating Cong Ye's wounds, she picked up the thermometer and took a look. Her two beautiful eyes widened, her mouth opened into an "O" shape, and she stood there in stunned silence.

  "Sister-in-law, what's wrong?"

  "Is the thermometer broken?"

  Yan Qingcheng didn't answer Cong Ye's question, but instead muttered a sentence to herself.

  "Sister-in-law?"

  "Cong Ye, the thermometer shows your current body temperature is forty-five degrees."

  Cong Ye also felt a burning sensation inside her body at this time, and the scorching heat was getting more and more severe.

  Cong Ye, your face!

  Just looking at the thermometer for a moment, Congye's face had already turned crimson.

  "Sister-in-law, stay here, don't come over."

  Cong Ye said, getting up and rushing to the backyard, turning on the faucet and splashing cool water directly onto her increasingly hot body. Yan Qing Cheng did not listen to Cong Ye's instructions, but instead followed closely behind her to the backyard, and as soon as she saw Cong Ye's actions, she stepped forward to push Cong Ye away.

  "Are you crazy, Cong Ye? The wound will get infected."

  "Sister-in-law, go out for a while and don't come over."

  The anxiety in Cong Ye's heart was getting harder to control, he hastily pushed Yan Qingcheng's back and pushed her out of the door, then locked it with a bang. He shouted at the door:

  "Sister-in-law, I'm sorry, but I've just realized that it's very hard for me to control myself right now, so please leave for a while."

  Outside the door, Yan Qingcheng understood the implication of Cong Ye's words and stood there for a moment, her mind somewhat dazed. As a medical student, she couldn't explain Cong Ye's sudden change with her medical knowledge. A body temperature of 45 degrees, yet he was still conscious. Unable to control himself? Cong Ye shouldn't have eaten anything he shouldn't have, this seemed similar to the symptoms of eating something...

  "Ah, ah——"

  Suddenly, a loud cry came from the courtyard, making Yan Qingcheng's heart tremble. Had Cong Ye really eaten something that didn't agree with him? Or had that person secretly released some kind of toxic gas just now? No, I was also present at the scene.

  Yan Qingcheng couldn't help but push the door open, only to find that Cong Ye had barricaded it from the inside and it wouldn't budge. As a result, Yan Qingcheng's heart was racing with anxiety as she listened to Cong Ye's cries for help, fearing something terrible might happen to him. Suddenly, she thought of calling 120 for help, but hesitated when she picked up the phone. What if the paramedics arrived and mistook Cong Ye for a madman? If word got out, wouldn't that give Yu Xiaopeng an excuse to have Cong Ye locked away in a mental hospital?

  Yan Qingcheng, who had been hesitating all along, gradually discovered that Cong Ye's shouting had stopped, and the sound of running water from the faucet was also gone. She hastily shouted loudly:

  "Congye, Congye, are you okay?"

  "Sister-in-law, I'm fine now, wait a moment, I'll open the door for you."

  Upon hearing the weak voice coming from inside, Yan Qingcheng felt relieved. She was very clear that no matter what state Cong Ye was in earlier, it was a state of excitement and difficulty in self-control. Now that he had weakened, it meant that it had passed.

  It wasn't until about five minutes later that Yan Qingcheng heard the sound of the door opening. As the two large doors swung open, she found that Cong Ye had changed into a new set of clothes. From Cong Ye's face, Yan Qingcheng could see that he looked exhausted.

  "Are you uncomfortable?"

  Yan Qingcheng naturally raised her hand to touch Cong Ye's forehead, feeling his body temperature.

  "Your body temperature has returned to normal. Go back to the house and wait, I'll make you something to eat."

  "Thank you, sister-in-law."

  Cong Ye said weakly and turned back into the house.

  Cong Ye was now truly exhausted. Just a moment ago, he had exerted great effort to control himself and push Yan Qingcheng out the door. If he had been late by even a moment, Cong Ye didn't know what he would have done. The scorching sensation spread throughout his body, making it hard for him to bear. He constantly wanted to find an outlet to vent, fortunately, Cong Ye still retained a thread of rationality, so he hadn't done anything more crazy. He had only torn off all the clothes on his body and shouted loudly. When the hot flow in his meridians gradually slowed down, and he could once again listen to his own guidance, Cong Ye felt like someone who had just recovered from a serious illness, without any strength left in his body.

  Lying in bed, Cong Ye soon fell asleep.

  No wonder, after being a porter for about an hour in the morning, fighting twice in the afternoon and evening, and then shouting loudly for over an hour, Cong Ye was almost exhausted, how could he not sleep?

  Yan Qingcheng finished cooking dinner and went out to buy a bottle of high-proof baijiu. When he returned home, he called out to Cong Ye several times, but Cong Ye didn't wake up. Knowing that Cong Ye was tired, Yan Qingcheng slowly sat down beside the bed, gazing at Cong Ye's sleeping form, and all sorts of emotions welled up in his heart.

  From an orphanage, step by step, through a difficult journey, over a decade of studying, finally got a good job, but had to give it up for the sake of loved ones and mother-in-law. Five years into marriage, always taking care of mother-in-law, waiting for husband's return from military service, looking forward to a family reunion. But after all the waiting, came the news of husband's sacrifice, and mother-in-law passing away due to unbearable grief, leaving behind only herself and a younger sister in college. Is this really her fate?

  Yan Qingcheng, who had never shed tears in front of others, could no longer control her emotions at this moment, and her eyes were suddenly blurred with tears.

  "Sister-in-law."

  Suddenly hearing Cong Ye's cry, Yan Qingcheng was startled and quickly got up, raising her hand to hurriedly wipe away the tears from the corner of her eyes. After seeing that Cong Ye had only cried out once without making any other noise, she carefully looked over and realized that Cong Ye had just been talking in his sleep.

  Since Cong Ye appeared, Yan Qingcheng felt that her mood had improved a lot. The man in front of her, saying he was a big boy might be more appropriate, giving people a very down-to-earth feeling. Except for being a bit ordinary-looking, there were almost no flaws. Nor did she know what she and Xiao Zhi said back then, yet for the sake of a promise made long ago, he came all the way to Guanhai City to take care of her. This couldn't help but make Yan Qingcheng feel both grateful and somewhat guilty.

  "Let's deal with things at hand as soon as possible, can't drag down Congye anymore."

  Yan Qingcheng muttered to herself and turned around to leave.

  "Sister-in-law, what's wrong with you again?"