670: Chapter 659 670: Chapter 659 After Qingluan left, Song Yun received a phone call from Xiao Hua, who seemed very excited on the other end.
“Brother, I just got a call from the organizing committee, and I won first place!!”
“Oh?
Congratulations!” Song Yun sounded listless, but hearing Xiao Hua’s news gave him a bit more energy.
“Yeah, Xiao Hua has won 500,000 in prize money, so now I can pay you back, brother!” Xiao Hua said joyfully.
“Pay back?
What money?” Song Yun was taken aback.
“The money for mom’s medical treatment last time.
Mom said that once I earned 500,000 myself, I should repay you.
Our entire family remembers your kindness, but we still need to pay you back!” Xiao Hua said earnestly.
“You and your ideas…
Do you think your brother really needs that money?” Song Yun said helplessly.
“Keep the 500,000.
You’re finishing high school next year and then it’ll be college entrance exams.
Going to university will cost a lot, and this money will just be enough for that!”
“But…” Xiao Hua’s voice sounded a bit anxious.
“There’s no ‘but’ about it.
Keep the money, and if it’s not enough, come and ask me for more.
Really, I do think of you as my sister.
Since when does a sister repay her brother?
If you mention money again, I won’t acknowledge you!
It’s getting late; go home.
Did you see the people I sent to protect you?
Don’t go with anyone else, okay?”
“Yeah, I saw them.
Then brother, I’ll head home now!” Xiao Hua said.
“Alright, go home and celebrate properly with mom.
I think you can use these 500,000 to buy a small apartment here in Sunan.
An apartment of about 50-60 square meters in Sunan costs about 500,000, which would save you from having to catch the early bus into the city center for class every morning,” Song Yun suggested.
“This…” Xiao Hua hesitated.
Her family currently lived in a shanty area, and although they had grown accustomed to the few dozen square meters they had, the environment in the shanty area was indeed poor, being cold in winter, hot in summer, and particularly damp.
Such conditions were clearly not conducive to recovery for someone like her mother, who was just recovering from a serious illness, so Song Yun’s suggestion suddenly appealed to her.
“There’s nothing to hesitate about.
Let’s go with that.
I’ll take you house hunting later,” Song Yun added somewhat authoritatively, settling the matter of buying an apartment for Xiao Hua.
“For now, just focus on your studies, get into a good university, and find a good family.
If you want to sing, I can arrange a place for you in a good agency.
As a sister of Song Yun, your life should be without any stress, understand?”
“Understood!” Xiao Hua responded.
“I’m a bit busy these days.
I’ll take you house hunting when I have some time,” Song Yun said.
“Thank you, brother!”
“Thank what?
With me, you don’t need to be polite!”
The two chatted casually for a while longer, and Song Yun could feel Xiao Hua’s heartfelt happiness.
After all, anyone who had worked hard for a long time and finally accomplished something would be happy, especially since it was the first time Xiao Hua had received such a large sum of money.
If it were Song Yun himself, he might already be out celebrating with friends.
After hanging up the phone, Song Yun went to sleep.
Perhaps it was due to the exhaustion, for within minutes of closing his eyes, he fell into a deep sleep without dreaming—unlike most nights, when he usually mulled over various matters before finally managing to sleep.
However, as soon as dawn broke, Song Yun was awakened by Qingluan knocking on his door.
“Time for your medicine,” Qingluan said, sitting beside Song Yun’s bed, while Song Yun sat up shirtless, making a bitter face at Qingluan.
“I think I should take it in the bathroom.” After a few seconds of hesitation, Song Yun took the bottle of golden liquid and went into the bathroom.
At the same time, Song Yuxue and Li Yueyue were also getting up, having grown much closer recently, sharing a bed at night, so they naturally woke up together.
The first thing girls do when they get up is usually going to the toilet, and these two were no exception.
However, they didn’t expect the bathroom to be occupied by Song Yun today.
Just as they were about to hurry him along, they heard the toilet flush repeatedly.
They exchanged a knowing look and decisively returned to their room, tightly closing the doors and windows.
After a hard struggle, Song Yun managed to walk out of the bathroom with a straight back, though his face was still rather pale, indicating he was still quite drained.
But upon returning to his room, Song Yun saw Qingluan holding a large bowl.
“What’s this?” Song Yun asked curiously.
“Nutritive tonic!” Qingluan handed the bowl to Song Yun, which contained a beautifully clear broth shimmering with a hint of oil.
“What kind of tonic is this?” Song Yun took the bowl and sniffed it, detecting a hint of ginseng.
“It’s soup made from an old hen, ginseng, and some other nourishing ingredients,” Qingluan smiled.
“Xiaoqing made it specially for you after hearing what I said.
She only made this one bowl, so no one else has any.
Don’t tell them, okay?”
“This…”
“You all are too good to me!” Song Yun earnestly looked at Qingluan.
“It’s the least we could do; otherwise, we’d feel ashamed to ask you for money later,” Qingluan laughed and said, “Hurry up and drink it.
You have to take more medicine at noon.”
Hearing about taking more medicine at noon, Song Yun’s feelings of gratitude dissipated into thin air.
Nobody who has experienced it wants a repeat, and anyone who has a second time would dread a third.
Diarrhea is simply unbearable; even though Song Yun was tough, after one bout, he felt like kneeling down and crying.
“Can we do it tomorrow?” Song Yun pleaded.
“No.
Sister Que said that if you don’t take it together, the effectiveness will decrease!” Qingluan looked at Song Yun seriously.
“Song Yun, it’s just one day, bear with it.
You’ve endured much worse injuries before without fuss, and now you’re getting soft over some medicine?”
“This…
okay then.” Song Yun sighed and finished the soup in the bowl.
Although it wasn’t medicine, it was highly nourishing.
Though it didn’t immediately revitalize him, he felt less weak than before.
“So, I’m just staying home today?
Can’t go anywhere?
Can’t do anything?” Song Yun looked at Qingluan and asked.
“Yeah!” Qingluan took the bowl from Song Yun, stood up, and said, “Rest well, I’ll come up later.”
“Ah!” Song Yun sighed forlornly.
It seemed he was bound to stay indoors today.