"Sister, please stop crying. I really didn't mean it..." Zheng Qiu tried to persuade her for a long time and finally got her to stop crying. He helped her back to bed and handed the porridge bowl to her.

"Senior sister, have some porridge." But the senior sister looked at the porridge bowl and turned her head to the side.

"Senior Sister, your body won't be able to survive if you don't eat." Senior Sister ignored him.

"Sister, are you not hungry now and don't want to eat?" Senior sister still ignored him.

Zheng Qiu scratched his head and put the bowl on the bedside table: "Is the porridge cold? I'll put this bowl here first, and I'll get a hot bowl right away."

After Zheng Qiu left, the senior sister looked at the porridge bowl with a sore nose. She waved her hand to sweep the bowl to the ground, but stopped when she reached the bowl. After hesitating for a long time, she raised her sleeves and wiped her eyes.

The senior sister finally picked up the bowl.

"Sister, the hot porridge is here!" Zheng Qiu entered the room carrying the porridge bowl and found that the senior sister had already drank the porridge.

"Haha, I know that Senior Sister wasn't hungry just now. I'll keep this bowl as well. If you're not full, Senior Sister, you can have another bowl." After that, Zheng Qiu packed up the empty bowl and went out in a hurry.

However, after eating the porridge, the senior sister never spoke again. Whether facing Zheng Qiu, Zheng Qiu's mother, or the master, the senior sister kept her mouth tightly closed and refused to utter a word.

Zheng Qiu's mother said that she would only moan a few times because of the pain when changing the dressing. Zheng Qiu asked the master what to do, and the master told him that the senior sister had a heart disease, and heart disease could only be treated with heart medicine. What exactly is the heart medicine?

The master doesn't know either.

A few days later, Zheng Qiu's father brought back a chair from the carpenter's shop. There were four wheels with iron hoops on the chair, two small in the front and two large in the back. His father said it was called a wheelchair and he made it with his own hands when he had time.

, asked Zheng Qiu to send it to Senior Sister.

Zheng Qiu pushed the wheelchair in front of the bed: "Sister, this is a wheelchair made by my father. Is this okay? Do you like it?"

The senior sister looked at the wheelchair, her nose felt sore, and tears kept pouring out of her eyes. She quickly closed her eyes and looked away.

Seeing the senior sister so sad, Zheng Qiu felt very sad, as if there was a big stone blocking her. But what if she didn't need a wheelchair? The senior sister couldn't stay in bed all her life.

"Senior Sister, you, don't be like this. Look, with this wheelchair, I can push you wherever you want to go. You just need to sit. Senior Sister, really, not only me, but also my family can help

You push the wheelchair..."

As he talked, Zheng Qiu's voice became lower and lower, and in the end, he was about to cry. Zheng Qiu rubbed his nose and couldn't speak anymore, pushed the wheelchair to the edge of the bed, lowered his head and silently left the room.

"What can we do? This calculation is simply not enough." At noon the next day, Zheng Qiu's mother and the master were talking outside the kitchen. Zheng Qiu's mother held a piece of paper and looked left and right with a sad face.

"Brothers and sisters, don't worry, there will definitely be a way."

"How can I not be in a hurry? The carpenter's shop is so busy and I can't let the child's father work more. Now even if the eldest son makes bricks, it's not enough to pay for the medicine."

"Don't be anxious, be sure not to be anxious." The master advised while scratching his head, and a lot of white hair was pulled out. I never had to worry about this kind of thing in the mountains before, but now a penny stumps the heroic man. He is really worried.

No experience in this area.

"I can help too!" Zheng Qiu's voice suddenly sounded from behind the master.

"Good disciple, when did you come running over?"

"I'll come to the kitchen to get lunch for senior sister." Zheng Qiu patted his chest, "Mom, master, I can also make money."

"Son, you are still too young, don't get involved in this matter."

"I'm not young. I will be ten years old after the New Year. If my eldest brother can make money, of course I can too."

The master smiled: "You are so young, what can you do?"

Zheng Qiu tilted his head and thought for a while, then replied: "I can go to the restaurant in town to serve dishes. Aren't I serving meals to Senior Sister every day?"

Mother nodded: "That's a good idea. Your eldest brother seems to know a restaurant owner. I'll ask him to ask."

Zheng Qiu thought for a while and then said: "Mom, weren't you very good at weaving clothes in the past? You made all my brother's winter clothes."

Mother's eyes lit up: "Yes, this is also a way."

She touched her son's head and turned to the master and said: "Brother Zheng, my son is right, I can weave clothes, but I just buy fabrics and sell clothes..."

The master waved his hand to interrupt her: "Stop talking, leave it to my eldest brother. There is no problem with buying and selling things. My eldest brother can do it."

After discussing a solution, her mother brought out the food and handed it to Zheng Qiu, asking him to deliver it quickly.

"Sister, it's time to eat!" Zheng Qiu walked into the room and found that the senior sister was sitting in a wheelchair.

He put the food on the table one by one and asked: "Senior Sister, did you get into the wheelchair by yourself? How about it, can you do it?"

"Medicine boy." The senior sister suddenly spoke, which startled Zheng Qiu. He staggered and almost knocked over the dishes.

"Sister, you are finally willing to speak!"

"Medicine boy, what's your name?"

"Sister, my name is Zheng Qiu, named after my master."

"Zheng Qiu, Zheng Qiu," Senior Sister sighed, "Don't call me Senior Sister, call me Yunyou. There is no Senior Sister anymore."

"Master..." Seeing the senior sister shaking her head, Zheng Qiu quickly changed her words, "Yun, sister Yunyou. Sister Yunyou, let's eat." Zheng Qiu pushed the wheelchair to the table and put the bowl and chopsticks into Yunyou's hands: "

Sister Yunyou, eat it quickly, it won’t taste good when it’s cold.”

Yunyou nodded slightly, took the chopsticks and put two mouthfuls of rice into her mouth. She didn't eat much, so she sighed again: "Zheng Qiu, it's me who's burdening you."

"A drag? No, no, how could it be a drag?" Zheng Qiu kept shaking his head.

"You are working hard to make money so that I can change my medicine, and now..."

"Sister Yunyou, do you know?" Zheng Qiu looked down and saw the wheelchair, and suddenly thought, "Sister Yunyou, you just left the house."

Seeing her nodding, Zheng Qiu patted his chest and said, "Sister Yunyou, you are my sister now and part of my family. Don't worry, the problem of the medicine cost will be solved and I will never leave you alone."

After hearing this, Yunyou lowered her head and stared at the bowl. After a while, she sniffed, raised her hand and wiped her eyes: "Zheng Qiu, thank you, thank you."

After lunch, Yunyou asked Zheng Qiu to push her to the river. She raised her head and looked upstream. All she could see were the rolling green mountains.

After staring like this for a long time, Yunyou said: "Zheng Qiu, bring that tattered clothes."

Zheng Qiu went back to the house to get the clothes and handed them to Yunyou. Yunyou picked up the clothes and gently stroked every pattern and silk thread with her hands.

"You are the youngest Qi Condensation Realm in the sect, and also the disciple with the greatest potential in the sect."

"Have you forgotten what I said? Leave quickly. If you don't leave, it will be too late."

"Yunyou, leave quickly. Don't forget what I gave you."

She closed her eyes, tears fell from her cheeks, and she clenched her clothes and waved her hands away.

The torn white clothes and red-printed skirt floated into the river like the colorful broken wings of a butterfly.
Chapter completed!