I Got Rich in Period Fiction
Chapter 216: Science and Mysticism

Chapter 216: Chapter 216: Science and Mysticism

When Qiao Qingyu arrived at the hospital, Han Xianglan had already woken up.

Her complexion was pale as she insisted on going home.

Qiao Qingyu, however, stared blankly at Han Xianglan’s wrist.

She remembered that there used to be a red cord bracelet there, the knots forming little flowers connected in a series, with a slipknot that could be adjusted to any size. Han Xianglan had worn it all her life.

Perhaps because it was not valuable, no one bothered with it.

But it was very delicate. Although Han Xianglan was very skilled with her hands, the ones she made were different.

She had only ever made one for Qiao Qingyu.

However, it was made with embroidery thread.

It was also beautiful, but the original owner didn’t like it much and didn’t know where she threw it.

Qiao Qingyu remembered, the last time she left, the knotted bracelet was still on Han Xianglan’s wrist.

She whispered soothingly, "Mom, we have to listen to the doctor. As soon as the doctor says we can be discharged, we’ll immediately go home..."

Han Xianglan spoke slowly; she had hardly eaten in a week, surviving only on IV nutrition, and her voice was extremely weak, "Qingyubao, let Mom go home..."

Her illness had struck violently, and she felt she wouldn’t last many days.

If the doctor could have treated her disease, he would have used medicine by now.

In her hazy state, she still caught parts of their conversations.

So she didn’t want to waste money or time.

She wanted to return to the Qiao Family Team; that was her home, and if she was to die, she wanted to die there.

A tear rolled down the corner of Han Xianglan’s eye.

The eyes of the few people in the room immediately reddened in response.

Qiao Qingyu’s mind was in turmoil; could she really not change Han Xianglan’s fate to die young, no matter what she did?

With her hand clenched tightly by her side, Qiao Qingyu changed the subject.

"Mom, where did you put that knotted bracelet you always wear on your wrist?"

Han Xianglan did not speak; Qiao Zhicai, who was beside her, took over, "Your stepmother said that the cord was pretty and wanted to learn how to make it, so she took it a few days ago."

Qiao Qingyu was just trying to divert the topic; Han Xianglan’s health was the most important thing right now, and everything else didn’t matter.

"Mom, there’s no way to help at home, and you can’t receive nutrition injections either. Staying in the hospital, we can still try to find a solution," Qiao Qingyu continued, "I just got off the phone with He Xiuyu. If we can get in touch with a foreign hospital, He Xiuyu will arrange our travel abroad. Mom, I’ll go with you overseas for treatment."

Han Xianglan slowly shook her head, her gaze resolute.

A foreign country, that’s too far from home.

"...Don’t go, there’s no need... to go through so much trouble..."

At this point, Han Xianglan’s face was even paler, devoid of any color, and she was very tired after this much talking; her eyes half-open, but her hand clutching her husband’s tightly, Qiao Zhicai knew that his wife wanted to go home and did not want to stay in the hospital.

He dared not cry and could only frantically say, "Rest a bit first; I’ll go see what the doctor says. If he agrees, I’ll take you home right now."

Hearing this seemed to reassure Han Xianglan. She closed her eyes and fell back into a deep sleep; if not for the fluctuating data on the monitor next to her, Han Xianglan would have seemed to have no life left in her.

Qiao Qingyu took Qiao Zhicai to find Vice Dean Zhu.

They had been living there for nearly a week now, which was not a short time.

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Every floor of the hospital had a duty office, which had to be passed before descending the staircase.

Qiao Zhicai and Qiao Qingyu were stopped by a nurse as they walked by. She was holding a letter in her hand and asked Qiao Zhicai, "Is your daughter called Qiao Qingyu?"

Qiao Qingyu paused for a moment, looking at the nurse, "I am Qiao Qingyu."

The young nurse handed the letter to Qiao Qingyu, saying, "Then sign here, please. This registered mail is addressed to you."

Qiao Qingyu’s eyebrows knitted together. Why would someone send registered mail to the hospital?

Isn’t this some kind of joke?

Still, Qiao Qingyu signed in the register first, then picked up the registered mail, which had the words "Qiao Qingyu - Recipient—" written in a large, awkward scrawl—not from writing with the left hand, but just clumsy writing. The address given was the North City People’s Road Second Post Office.

It had been sent out yesterday.

Qiao Zhicai’s literacy was taught to him by Han Xianglan, and though it wasn’t much, at least he wasn’t completely blind.

But he recognized his daughter’s name.

Qiao Qingyu followed Qiao Zhicai towards the stairwell, with Qiao Zhicai voicing his concern, "Aren’t you going to open it and see who it’s from?"

"Not in a hurry, let’s go find Vice Dean Zhu," she replied as she stuffed the letter into her coat pocket.

Now, it was already autumn in the north.

Although the harvest had not yet started, the temperature was dropping day by day. Qiao Qingyu was already wearing a sweater underneath. They went downstairs to the Vice Dean’s office, where it just so happened that Vice Dean Zhu had returned from a meeting.

He informed Qiao Zhicai and Qiao Qingyu that they had made contact with a hospital overseas, but precise data had not yet been received, as making contact was really too complicated. It was hard to know how many procedures it would have to go through, and there were many language barriers as well.

Fortunately, that hospital had a few Chinese doctors, which made communication a bit easier.

Qiao Qingyu expressed her gratitude to Vice Dean Zhu, who waved his hand, "Don’t thank me; it’s Mr. He XiuYu who’s been bridging the connection. Otherwise, it wouldn’t have been this quick, so you all cooperate well with the treatment. There will definitely be a way, but if you go home, then there really will be no options left."

Qiao Zhicai and Qiao Qingyu both nodded.

After exiting the office, Qiao Qingyu told Qiao Zhicai to go back first; she planned to buy some things at the shop opposite.

Since she must continue to stay in the hospital for observation, she needed to buy some things for her parents and brother.

For them, even with money in their pockets, they were reluctant to spend on anything.

When Qiao Qingyu reached the first floor, she remembered the letter in her pocket. After thinking for a moment, she sat down on a chair, opened the letter, and quickly read it from beginning to end. Qiao Qingyu’s expression instantly darkened as she clenched the letter tight. She had never expected that it would be Han Liuya who wrote this letter to her.

"Qiao Qingyu, come find me in Lianjiang Village. Your mother will get better when you come, and it must be only you. If others find out, your mother won’t live long, and no one will be able to save her, only I can..."

There were typos and pinyin in the text, but Qiao Qingyu understood the meaning.

Her heart suddenly started to beat wildly.

Everything was too sudden; why would Han Liuya write such a letter, and how could there be such words in it? How was she so certain that her mother would get better after her arrival?

Could it be...

A frightening thought arose from the depths of her heart. Was it possible that Han Lishi and Han Liuya did something to harm her own mother?

Ever since she transmigrated into the book, Qiao Qingyu had transitioned from an atheist to a theist.

She believed in the existence of science in this world, as well as the existence of mysticism.

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