HBWnovel Chapter 647 There's Always a Touch of Sweetness in My Heart
Chapter 647 There's Always a Touch of Sweetness in My Heart
Upon hearing this, the old man's eyes immediately welled up with tears. He nodded repeatedly, uttering words of gratitude. Zhan Yu accepted the money, his heart heavy with gratitude. This was not just money, but also trust and hope. He turned to look at Zhan Mengyan, and the father and daughter exchanged a smile, as if conveying a tacit understanding in silence—no matter what lies ahead, they will face it hand in hand, using their medical skills and care to illuminate every corner in need of help.
The setting sun in the distance ignited the sea of clouds, dyeing the sky a warm orange-red, as if announcing that this long and agonizing day had finally come to an end.
The twilight, like spilled marmalade, clung stickily to the courtyard wall. As soon as Zhan Mengyan stepped across the threshold, Yunqing, like a startled hen, rushed out from the kitchen. She grabbed Zhan Mengyan's wrist, her voice trembling, "Let Mom see if you've hurt yourself anywhere?" Yunqing's hands carefully caressed Zhan Mengyan's wrist, as if soothing all the pain. Her fingertips probed beneath her sleeve, then withdrew, as if stroking a feather.
Zhan Yu stood by the well, holding a chipped aluminum basin. He placed the basin next to the hand pump, pumped out half a basin of water, then scooped it out and washed his face haphazardly. Water droplets dripped down his chin, shattering into gold leaf in the setting sun.
“This chipped aluminum basin is made of recycled aluminum,” Zhan Yu muttered, putting the basin on the ground. “The aluminum basin we gave as compensation was made of raw aluminum. Although this basin is damaged and not aesthetically pleasing, it is still usable.”
Just as Zhan Mengyan was about to go over to check the aluminum basin, Yunqing grabbed her arm, her voice suddenly rising: "Zhan Yu, look quickly! Mengyan, she's having another allergic reaction!" She lifted Zhan Mengyan's face and looked at her neck; there were clusters of red bumps, some already scratched open and oozing blood, like roses defeated by wind and rain. "Mengyan must have had heatstroke, plus an allergic reaction to UV rays, that's why she bumped into the roadside stall. Zhan Yu, don't wash her yet, put some anti-itch medicine on her, she's scratched it all open!"
Zhan Yu then put down the aluminum basin, rummaged through the medicine box for a small porcelain bottle, dipped his fingertip in some ointment, and gently applied it to Zhan Mengyan's wound. The ointment felt cool. Zhan Mengyan suddenly pulled her hand away: "Dad, don't worry about me, go treat the stall owner's husband's shingles."
Zhan Yu paused, then looked up at Zhan Mengyan.
Zhan Mengyan's eyes held a stubbornness, like a small blade of grass that had been battered by wind and rain but still stood tall. Zhan Yu sighed and stuffed the ointment back into Zhan Mengyan's hand: "Then be careful, don't scratch it. If you scratch it, it's easy to get an infection in this hot weather, and you might end up with a face full of pockmarks."
Yunqing suddenly smiled, a smile as warm and gentle as the first peach blossom in spring: "Mengyan, did your dad hurt you because he was too rough? Try applying the medicine yourself, and Mom will go make you something delicious." She turned and went to the kitchen, her silhouette cast on the wall in the setting sun.
As Zhan Mengyan watched Yunqing's retreating figure, and then looked at her fingers covered in ointment, she suddenly felt that the rash didn't seem so painful or itchy anymore.
Zhan Yu suddenly stood up, patted the dirt off his legs, and said, "Okay, I'll go on my house call now." He turned to leave, but then turned back and pulled a hard fruit out of his pocket. "Here, I bought it on the way. It's sweet."
Zhan Mengyan took the fruit, took a bite, and the sweet juice exploded on her tongue. She watched Zhan Yu's retreating figure. Suddenly, she called out, "Dad, slow down!"
Zhan Yu turned around; the setting sun cast a long shadow of his, like a gentle wall. He waved, his voice drifting over: "Okay, hurry up and apply the medicine!"
As Zhan Mengyan watched Zhan Yu's retreating figure, a smile unconsciously crept onto her lips. She looked down at the fruit in her hand and suddenly realized that life, like a sweet fruit, always leaves a touch of sweetness in the heart, no matter how bitter or tiring.