Chapter 9: Cancer

Chapter Nine: Cancer

The three of them arrived at the Sun family residence.

The old master Sun personally came out to greet them.

Qin Yu could tell that the old master was recovering well, but his body was still weak; as he walked over, he was slightly out of breath, and a sheen of sweat glistened on his forehead.

When he saw Qin Yu step out of the car, the old master smiled and said, “At last, you’re here, Qin Yu.”

“Sir, the wind is strong out here. It’s best not to linger—let’s return inside,” Qin Yu replied with an awkward smile, patiently persuading him.

The old man nodded with a smile and led Qin Yu and the others straight into the villa.

“Come in, make yourselves at home. Treat this place as your own,” the old master said, inviting Qin Yu and Qin Mianmian to sit on the sofa. He looked at Mianmian and smiled, “Mianmian has grown up.”

After a moment, the old master sighed helplessly, “Actually, I know that Mianmian works at a nightclub, but the Li family’s influence is simply too great. We are no match for them, so we could only support her from the shadows. To be frank, the reason Sun Qian became friends with Mianmian was by my design—ha!”

Qin Yu looked at the old master, stood up and said with a smile, “Thank you to the Sun family for helping my sister. I, Qin Yu, will never forget this kindness. If ever you need me, I will be there with all my strength.”

“Enough, enough, Xiao Yu, there’s no need for such formality between our families.”

Qin Yu understood that all these words were deliberate, intended as a prelude to what was to come. Regardless of the Sun family’s motives, anyone who helped Qin Mianmian was his benefactor.

“Xiao Yu, have you thought about the matter I mentioned?” the old master asked, referring, of course, to the marriage contract.

“Sir, matters of the young should be resolved by the young. Isn’t it inappropriate for you to intervene?”

“Ah? Haha, yes, yes, you’re right. I’ll stop meddling. Come, let’s eat.”

The old master laughed heartily, stood up, and led everyone to the dining room.

However, this meal was uncomfortable—not just for Qin Yu, but even for Qin Mianmian.

When they left the villa, Qin Mianmian clutched her stomach, looking aggrieved as she said to Qin Yu, “Brother, I’m hungry.”

Qin Yu couldn’t help but smile wryly—he was hungry too.

Soon, he took Qin Mianmian to a barbecue stall.

As soon as they sat down, a group of red-haired youths approached, accompanied by a few girls.

When Qin Mianmian saw them, her expression immediately filled with fear.

Their food was served quickly.

Qin Yu didn’t think much of it; such places were frequented by troublemakers.

But as they were eating, one of the red-haired youths spotted Qin Mianmian and stood up abruptly.

The girls around him were shoved aside as he stepped forward.

“Well, if it isn’t Qin Mianmian! Weren’t you not taking clients? What’s this? Snagged a rich one?”

Hearing this, Qin Mianmian shrank into Qin Yu’s arms in fear.

“Hey, little beauty, still pretending to be all innocent?” The red-haired youth sneered, reaching out to touch her.

But suddenly, he let out a scream, clutching his left hand with his right, collapsing to his knees, his body trembling uncontrollably.

Those around rushed over, only to see a bamboo skewer from the barbecue stabbed into his hand.

Qin Yu stood by, his gaze icy.

“We’re from Red Sun Bar! How dare you touch us?” the red-haired youth shouted, clutching his hand in pain.

“Oh? Red Sun Bar? Within twenty-four hours, come find me at the Bosen Hotel. My name is Qin Yu. Otherwise, your hand will never recover.”

With that, Qin Yu took Qin Mianmian and turned to leave.

Just then, one of the girls who’d come with the group suddenly collapsed, clutching her abdomen, cold sweat beading on her brow.

Qin Yu hadn’t planned to get involved, but Qin Mianmian tugged at his hand, looking at him with pleading eyes.

“Do you know her?”

“She works at the same nightclub. She’s never bullied me.”

Qin Yu sighed, resigned, and walked over to the girl.

After a brief examination, he was shocked to discover she had uremia.

Given her line of work, it wasn’t surprising—nightclubs run all night, rest is minimal, alcohol and cigarettes are common. Health inevitably suffers.

Seeing the purplish tinge to her face, Qin Yu took out seven silver needles and swiftly inserted them at key points on her body.

When he turned back, the group of red-haired youths had already fled.

Soon, the unconscious girl slowly opened her eyes.

Qin Yu withdrew the needles and said, somewhat helplessly, “Your body has reached its limit. You really shouldn’t keep working at the nightclub.”

“Mind your own business.”

With that, she looked at Qin Mianmian and said, “Take care of yourself. I told you before, don’t let yourself be kept by anyone. Why won’t you listen?”

She shot a glance at Qin Yu, then turned and walked away.

Clearly, she had misunderstood.

“Brother, how is her health?”

“She’s at her limit. Without treatment, she doesn’t have long.”

Qin Yu shook his head and took Qin Mianmian back to their hotel room.

Seeing the two assassins still standing inside, Qin Yu grinned, “How are you two? Tired?”

They remained silent.

“All right, suit yourselves. Keep standing, then.”

Qin Yu was just about to lie down when his phone rang.

“Xiao Yu, something’s happened to Qianqian!”

At these words, Qin Yu leapt off the bed, grabbed Qin Mianmian, and rushed to the Sun family home.

Entering the room, he saw Sun Qian unconscious on the sofa.

He hurried over and examined her, frowning, “I discovered long ago that Sun Qian had a hidden illness, but I was in such a rush to save my sister that I forgot. What a grave mistake.”

“Xiao Yu, what’s happened to Qianqian? Is it poisoning again?”

“No. It’s cancer—gastric cancer.”

“What?” The old master’s eyes widened in shock.

“Grandfather, don’t worry. I can treat her.”

Qin Yu deftly flicked his wrist, sending silver needles into Sun Qian’s acupoints.

Even unconscious, Sun Qian frowned, clearly feeling pain.

Qin Yu took the opportunity to jot down a prescription and handed it to the old master. “Sir, you must gather all these herbs. Three of them will be hard to find: Puyuan Grass, Red Thread Branch, and century-old ginseng.”

“We have century-old ginseng in the Sun family. As for Puyuan Grass, I think the Tian family has some—they’re on good terms with us, so it shouldn’t be a problem. But this Red Thread Branch…”