Cannon Fodder in an Era Drama — I Survive with Acting-Chapter 100: Delaying Tactic
She just offered a faint smile, her voice soft and gentle. "Yes, I was hoping to ask Teacher Wen to check my pulse and see how the baby is doing. But since he’s moved and we can’t see him right away, we won’t disturb him for now."
Her words were poised and flawless, concealing her true objective.
In truth, Song Qingya wasn’t entirely confident she could really become one of Mr. Wen’s personal disciples.
She had always been cautious, especially before the matter was settled.
Fei Jin fell silent for a moment after hearing her words.
Then he understood the deeper meaning behind them.
’It’s a stalling tactic.’
He nodded slightly and played along. "Although we were not fortunate enough to meet Mr. Wen this time, thanks to the information you all provided, our trip wasn’t a complete waste. We’d still like to thank you."
Then he added another sentence.
"Do you happen to know where Mr. Wen moved? We’d still like to pay him a visit after things have calmed down a bit."
He spoke with sincerity, his face betraying no other emotion.
Hearing this, the few people exchanged glances, a hint of helplessness in their eyes.
"We wish we knew. We’re also worried about finding his new residence."
"Yeah, I took a two-day train ride, transferring several times, just to get here from Su City. The whole trip was bumpy. I barely slept for forty-eight hours straight, all so I could meet Mr. Wen in person, become his student, and learn medicine to save people."
The young man mumbled, rubbing his sore legs.
"Oh, come on, my trip was even farther! I came all the way from Beijiang. The ride alone took three days and two nights. It was so bumpy, I couldn’t eat or sleep well. I rushed here, all travel-worn, only to not even catch a glimpse of him."
The group had arrived full of fervent hope.
Now, they left one by one, completely dejected.
Their figures looked particularly downcast against the afterglow of the setting sun.
Standing at the gate of the now-desolate little courtyard after the crowd had dispersed, Song Qingya couldn’t help but let out a soft sigh.
She pursed her lips slightly and said in a low voice, "What a shame."
Where on earth had Mr. Wen gone?
No one knew, and no one could say for sure.
Fei Jin looked at the woman beside him, her head lowered as she sighed softly, and found the scene somewhat unfamiliar.
In his memory, ever since Song Qingya had returned to Qi City, she had always been full of life.
Perhaps it was because this sight was so rare that it was all the more noticeable.
"Alright, I’ll help you ask around for news about Mr. Wen over the next few days."
"If there’s really no news, you could actually consider going to the neighboring Anhe County. There’s a doctor there with the surname Wei, named Wei Xuan. He’s quite well-known locally. They say not only is he highly skilled, but he’s also very calm and friendly. You could go see him."
Song Qingya blinked, then slowly nodded.
"I suppose that’s the only option."
But she immediately looked up again.
"But... I still really hope I can become Mr. Wen’s disciple. It doesn’t matter if this path is a bit harder or if I run into more difficulties."
In her heart, this grandmaster of medicine was her life’s goal.
The more eccentric and unapproachable the legends made him out to be, the more determined she became to get close to him.
After all, those truly profound physicians or master-level figures...
...often have unconventional personalities—a bit of a temper, slightly higher standards.
This, on the contrary, was a sign that they had real substance.
Song Qingya’s eyes grew brighter and brighter.
She refused to believe that the excellent medical skills she had inherited, combined with her passionate efforts, would fail to catch Wen Junyi’s eye!
...
「Three days later.」
In a hospital room on the third floor of Qi City Hospital.
The white curtains swayed gently in the breeze.
A small vase sat on the windowsill, holding a few fresh lilies.
Their faint fragrance filled the air.
Sunlight streamed through the glass into the room.
The patient’s face was pale, but his condition was stable.
Luo Fuman lay on the hospital bed, bored out of his mind with nothing to pass the time.
He casually picked up a book from the nightstand and flipped through a couple of pages, but he couldn’t focus at all.
His mind was filled with the image of his wife, Yang Yingzi.
In the past, on days when Yang Yingzi was around...
...when she would scold him or grab his ear while lecturing him, he always felt irritated and just wanted to get far away. He’d avoid her whenever he could, taking a detour if it meant not running into her.
Back then, all he wanted was a few days of peace and quiet.
But now that she was gone, he felt completely empty.
It was as if a piece of his life was missing. Nothing felt right. His food had no taste.
Even just lying down to rest felt wrong, and an indescribable discomfort washed over him.
Just as his mind was wandering and his thoughts were in a jumble, his relative, Wen Xinglu, sat in the room peeling an apple.
She held the knife skillfully, her wrist turning lightly.
Sunlight shone into the room through the window.
Seeing Luo Fuman tossing and turning restlessly on the bed, she couldn’t help but crack a smile.
She glanced up at him and teased, "I’m telling you, Luo Fuman, you just need someone to keep you in line, don’t you? Our Yingzi only went home to pack her things. It’s only been a few days. How can you be this upset already? You used to complain that you were unhappy with her bossing you around, whining all day that she was too naggy. And what happened? The moment you’re out from under her supervision, you’re the one who’s miserable!"
"Sigh... Cousin, don’t be so smug."
Luo Fuman sighed, his voice dropping.
"I was just immature before, too stubborn to listen to reason. It wasn’t until she left these past few days that I truly understood. Everything she said was for my own good. She never said a single thing with the intention of hurting me. If I had just listened to her sooner and drank a little less, would I be lying in this hospital like this, unable to do anything?"
Just as he said this, lost in a wave of self-recrimination...
...a sudden CLICK came from the doorway as the door opened.
Immediately after, a familiar yet weary figure appeared in the doorway.
Yang Yingzi was back.
She looked a bit tired, and her clothes were somewhat wrinkled.
She strode into the room, walked straight to Luo Fuman’s bedside, and without hesitation, pointed a finger at the man still lying in bed and started shouting.
"You shameless man! While I was gone, did you secretly drink yourself sick? You dared to tell me it was discomfort from an old war wound? You make it sound so convincing! I was only gone for a few days, and you dare to tell such a lie?"
Her voice grew more and more agitated.
"Just look at Xiao Fei! He’s also a man who fought on the battlefield, but how healthy is he? Because he doesn’t touch alcohol at all! I’m telling you, once you recover this time, don’t even think about touching another drop. As long as I’m around, I will absolutely not let you drink again."
