Chapter 1375: Side Story: Qi Xiuyuan (7)
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The three-year-old Qi Haoran knew that only by taking medicine could one recover from illness, such as Fan Zijin.
Every once in a while, Fan Zijin would have to take medicine. If he did not take medicine, he would lie weakly on the bed and could not go out to play. He could not even eat his favorite food. It was very pitiful.
Qi Haoran overheard the servant girlsâ discussions in private. If he didnât take the medicine obediently, Fan Zijin would die and he wouldnât be able to grow up. Would his big brother be like this too?
In that kind of living environment, Qi Haoran already understood what "death" meant. For example, sleeping in the grave like his mother and never seeing her again meant death.
At the thought that his brother would die, Qi Haoran immediately shivered and reached out to pinch his chin. He often fought with Fan Zixiao for food like this and knew that this would open his mouth.
Hence, Uncle Zhu saw the Fourth Young Master pry open the Eldest Young Masterâs mouth with a fierce expression. Fan Zijin and Qi Haoran had always had great chemistry. The moment Qi Xiuyuanâs mouth was pried open a little, Fan Zijin immediately turned around, jumped onto the stool, snatched the medicine from Uncle Zhuâs hand, crawled to the bed, and poured it into his mouth.
With the clear division of labor, the two friends cooperated seamlessly. They successfully poured all the medicine into Qi Xiuyuanâs mouth, but he quickly choked and spat out most of the medicine, dirtying the blanket and clothes.
Even so, Uncle Zhu and the others still heaved a sigh of relief. After all, half of it had entered Eldest Young Masterâs stomach, right?
However, they soon realized that something was wrong. Because the three-year-old Qi Haoran had no control of his strength, he left a mark on Qi Xiuyuanâs face and even accidentally broke his chin, causing it to bleed.
The servants looked at the two young masters silently.
Little Qi Haoran immediately put his hands behind his back and gazed back at them with his round eyes. Uncle Zhu and the restâs hearts softened, and they could only let it go.
But he couldnât possibly force open his mouth every time he fed him medicine, right?
Perhaps Eldest Young Masterâs fever would subside after taking the medicine, but heâd suffer physical injuries due to this.
Therefore, Uncle Zhu said worriedly, "Itâs better to wake Eldest Young Master up."
Hearing this, Fan Zijin pushed Qi Haoran onto the bed. He agilely pressed upon his stomach and waved his fists as he shouted, "Quickly cry, or Iâll beat you up."
Stunned, Qi Haoran immediately exerted strength with his round body and pressed the skinny and weak Fan Zijin under him. He said angrily, "I should be beating you up instead. Iâm more formidable than you!"
Fan Zijin raised his hand to hit him and scolded, "Youâre so stupid. Eldest Cousin dotes on you the most. If you cry, Eldest Cousin will definitely wake up. Hurry up and cry. Say that you were beaten up by someone. Act pitiful."
Little Qi Haoran opened his mouth, but he couldnât cry even after a long time. He could only stare at Little Fan Zijin with his big eyes.
Helpless, Little Fan Zijin could only reach out to pinch him. Little Qi Haoran hissed, but he did not cry. He rarely cried when he was beaten up. Most of the time, he would just fight back. Even if he was no match for the other party, he would protect his head and face and seek revenge later. Hence, even though Little Fan Zijin pinched him painfully, he did not cry.
His hand itched, and he really wanted to pinch Fan Zijin back. However, at the thought that his little friend was doing this for his own good, he ultimately didnât do it.
Seeing that he was not crying, Little Fan Zijin had no choice but to say, "If you donât cry, Eldest Cousin will die of illness. You wonât have an older brother in the future. In the future, Uncle Qi and Qi Shaosheng will bully you with all their might!"
Stunned, Little Qi Haoran turned to look at his big brother who was lying at the side. Heart aching, he immediately burst into tears.
Little Fan Zijin was startled at first. Then, he clapped happily and said, "Cry louder, louder."
Little Qi Haoran was really sad. At the thought that his big brother was about to die, he closed his eyes and wailed, unable to hear the outside world at all.
Tears dripped onto Qi Xiuyuanâs face, but the person lying on the bed did not react at all.
Uncle Zhu and the rest were startled by this scene, and wanted to go forward and coax the boy. But it occurred to them that it would be good if Fourth Young Master could wake Eldest Young Master up with his crying. They wondered what Old Madam Qi had said to Eldest Young Master yesterday to have frightened him like this.
Their instinctive vigilance made them not dare to go through the trouble of hiring a doctor. They only went outside to describe the condition and asked the doctor to give them a prescription.
However, even if they did not get the doctor to take his pulse, they could tell from Eldest Young Masterâs expression and his unconscious sleep-talk last night that he had fallen ill from fright. For a moment, they felt loathing and fear towards the people of the Qi Residence.
At this moment, the most important thing was to wake the young master up and have him take his medicine.
At first, Little Fan Zijin was clapping to encourage his little friend to cry louder. However, seeing that he was crying so sadly, little Fan Zijin felt really bad for him. He could not help but lower his face and look at his little friend, about to burst into tears himself.
Little Qi Haoran, on the other hand, was crying his heart out. Thinking that he might soon lose his older brother, he was simply heartbroken to the extreme. He cried until he almost couldnât breathe.
Little Fan Zijin also lowered his head and started crying. Unlike Little Qi Haoran, who was crying with his mouth wide open, he only sat quietly by the bed and sobbed, but his tears were no less than Qi Haoranâs.
Uncle Zhu and the others were helpless when they saw this. The two children had clearly forgotten their original intentions and were genuinely crying out of sadness now.
They couldnât let the two children cry to death because of Eldest Young Master, so Uncle Zhu and the rest had no choice but to go forward and coax them. It was then that they saw Qi Xiuyuan cough twice and try his best to open his eyes.
Overjoyed, Uncle Zhu shook the two children and shouted, "Young Master, Eldest Young Master is awake!"
Fan Zijin stopped crying and immediately wiped his tears to look at his cousin. Seeing that Qi Haoran was still crying, he slapped him and shouted, "Stop crying. Eldest Cousin was woken up by you."
Qi Haoran stopped sobbing and turned to look at his brother with tears in his eyes. Seeing that he had indeed opened his eyes, he pounced on him and nestled in his arms. He said aggrievedly, "Brother, donât leave me alone. If you must die, youâve got to bring me along."
Qi Xiuyuan had just woken up and was still in a daze. When he suddenly heard this, his chest ached. Then, he looked at his brother gently and nodded. "Alright, if I die before you reach adulthood, Iâll bring you along."
Uncle Zhu exclaimed, "Eldest Young Master!"
However, Qi Xiuyuan was a little disheartened and said indifferently, "Living in this world is just suffering anyway."
Uncle Zhuâs expression changed slightly.
However, Qi Haoran said foolishly, "Thatâs not right. I can eat when Iâm alive. The wet nurse said that I wonât be able to eat when Iâm dead. I really want to eat nest silk candy and stir-fried chestnuts."
Looking at his chubby brother, Qi Xiuyuan couldnât help but cheer up. His originally lifeless heart became more energetic. After all, the despair of an eight-year-old child came and went quickly. He rubbed his brotherâs head and beamed. "Alright, weâll live then."
Uncle Zhu and the others heaved a sigh of relief.
Although Qi Xiuyuanâs room was located in a remote corner, Qi Haoran had howled too loudly just now. Coupled with the fact that it was his first time coming back on a day other than the Qingming Festival and New Year, everyone was very concerned, so they all knew that something had happened here.
Madam Wu hated and feared Qi Xiuyuan, so she did not come over to ask. However, Old Madam Qi did not have any scruples and immediately sent a servant over to ask.
After all, although she had dispelled the thought of killing her grandson yesterday, the doubts in her heart had yet to be completely dispelled, so she was very concerned about the matters there.
However, Qi Xiuyuan did not want them to know that he was seriously ill. If his grandmother found out that he was worried sick, she would probably be suspicious again. Hence, he told Uncle Zhu, "Just say that I refused to sleep last night and cried at the moon in the middle of the night. Then, I caught a cold and fell sick. The reason why my brother came back was because I promised him that I would bring him to the streets today, but I didnât go to him. Thatâs why he showed up here."
"As for the crying..." Qi Xiuyuan looked at the two children with red eyes and said, "Letâs just say that the two of them fought."
Uncle Zhu immediately agreed.
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