Chapter 202: Just to Make Her Guilty

Looking at the two medicine boxes on the table, Su Feixue's eyebrows twitched involuntarily; she recognized at a glance what medicine it was.

In the years since her father's illness, she has been running all over for this kind of medicine—leveraging countless connections, searching countless hospitals, saying countless flattering words—she can no longer keep count.

During this period, the inventories of various hospitals have become extremely scarce.

She has almost exhausted herself searching for medicine; even so, obtaining one or two doses would be considered good.

Yet the two boxes before her contain a full twelve doses.

Su Feixue forced herself to hold back her excitement: "Is this… for me?"

Lu Cheng's finger tapped lightly on the medicine box: "Of course it's not for you…"

Su Feixue felt as if she were being toyed with, inhaled lightly, a hint of disappointment evident in her eyes; just as she was about to speak, Lu Cheng immediately said.

"You don't have diabetes, this is for Uncle Su."

Su Feixue blinked, her face a little embarrassed; that is still for her, can't you speak without such heavy breathing.

"W-where did you get this?"

Lu Cheng said nonchalantly: "Hah, there aren't even two people up there."

"Railway Ministry Hospital?" Su Feixue asked tentatively.

"Ah, right, someone up there."

"Impossible." Su Feixue didn't believe it: "I've already asked the Railway Ministry Hospital; its stock is low. Even if you have contacts, you can't suddenly buy two boxes."

This little girl is not easy to fool.

Lu Cheng had to speak plainly: "Fine, I asked someone to get it from Gang Cheng."

"Gang Cheng? Smuggling? That's illegal."

Lu Cheng sighed: "Don't make such a big deal out of it; I didn't take it out to sell for profit, so it's not smuggling."

"Besides, we're doing this to treat illness; the normal channels are blocked, so we have to use other means. People can't be so rigid."

Su Feixue hesitated: "I'm not being rigid; I'm worried…"

"Worried about what?"

Su Feixue remained silent; Lu Cheng stepped forward two paces, leaned his head forward: "Speak up, what exactly are you worried about?"

If it were in the past, with him so close, Su Feixue would have knocked him down long ago, but this time she clearly didn't.

A woman's attitude toward a man often changes first through a lack of bodily repulsion.

Su Feixue turned her face aside, not daring to look at Lu Cheng: "I'm worried you'll get into trouble."

"Oh, so you're worried about me."

Lu Cheng deliberately teased: "Don't worry, my friend's channel is stable; nothing will go wrong, and it can supply long-term. Every month I'll deliver the medicine to you."

When she heard about the long-term supply, Su Feixue was shocked.

She thought that Lu Cheng getting two boxes at once was already impressive, but it turned out he could supply continuously.

Thus, it solved a big problem for her.

She didn't expect that a task which even after asking so many people couldn't be done would finally be accomplished by her junior brother.

"Thank you."

"What?"

Lu Cheng pretended not to hear.

Su Feixue, helpless, repeated: "I said, thank you."

Lu Cheng pulled back, scratching his ear: "I got the medicine, but it's not as easy as you imagine; your single 'thank you' is all you get."

Su Feixue knew he would say that: "Then tell me, how should I thank you? I could treat you to a meal, or… I could teach you a few killing techniques, but you must not use them to harm anyone."

In fact, Su Feixue knew well that what she said was far insufficient to thank Lu Cheng.

Compared with these medicines that could save her father's life, offering a meal seemed too trivial.

But at that moment, she truly couldn't think of how to thank him; to her, this was a monumental kindness.

Nevertheless, she felt she had to show some gratitude, if only as a small consolation.

But Lu Cheng didn't even give her that chance.

"Hah, no need to thank me. You're my Senior Sister, so Uncle Su is practically family to me. Besides, I don't want Master to worry."

Su Feixue blinked; her heart was stirred again. This seemingly carefree junior brother, when serious, is quite likable.

"How can that be? You helped me a lot; I must at least treat you to a meal. Wait until my evening activities are over."

If Lu Cheng didn't eat the meal, Su Feixue would inevitably feel guilty; she had to express her thanks one way or another.

But she didn't expect the usually thick‑skinned Lu Cheng to firmly refuse to eat.

"No need, no need. There's no need for formalities between us. I have things tonight; the medicine is left here, I'm leaving now."

After saying that, Lu Cheng walked away without looking back, ignoring Su Feixue's calls.

That's the effect he wanted; the more he refused gratitude, the more guilty Su Feixue felt, and the more she kept thinking of him.

The more she thinks of him? Hehe, someday when she's bored, if I make Su Feixue dance, will she still refuse?

With a figure as proportioned as a nine‑headed serpent, dancing would surely look stunning.

In fact, just as Lu Cheng expected, watching his departing back, Su Feixue couldn't calm her heart.

Lu Cheng had no credentials and couldn't exit through the main gate; his bicycle was by the back wall. He wandered to the library, pushed aside a bookshelf, climbed onto the window and jumped down.

He didn't notice that someone followed him into the library.

That person was Li Kui.

Seeing Lu Cheng climb out the window, the young lady hummed: "He claimed he came in through the main gate, but it turns out he sneaked in—liar."

After learning how Lu Cheng entered, the young lady lost her curiosity.

Just as she was about to return to the back area, she suddenly heard Lu Cheng greeting someone.

Binzi, why did you come?

Nonsense—how could I possibly be a deserter? Look, I brought my triangular bayonet, and if anyone dares to come up later, I'll definitely stab them.

My sister doesn't know, does she?

Of course she doesn't. I didn't tell her; I just said I had a stomachache and ran out from the Tea Stall.

Because of the distance, the voice wasn't very clear, but the little girl still heard the words "stab someone."

She grew curious again, glanced at the bookshelf piled beneath the window, then crawled up to the windowsill; when she tiptoed and saw the scene outside, her eyes widened instantly.

Outside, the sky had darkened, and from the east a swarm of people in blue work cloths came, each riding an Old two-wheeled cart bicycle, the flow of carts pressing forward like a flock of swallows.

What are they doing? Why are there so many of them?

Just as she was puzzled, a group of people in green Military Coats rode over from East Flower Gate Road; in the night it was impossible to tell how many, but the black mass was certainly not small.

The little girl quickly understood: with such a display, they're about to start a brawl, right?