Too Bad I Take Things Seriously-Chapter 490 - 205: Spent 1200 on a Cold?_3

"I really don’t know what to do anymore. I bring her to the retirement home, and she insists that I’m conspiring with all the old folks here to scam her," Wan Zhongyuan sighed, his expression filled with frustration.

Because of this incident, his wife hadn’t spoken to him for several days. Yesterday, after watching Meng Lei’s final livestream, he returned home only to be denied entry into the bedroom.

Qin Mu: "..."

In the end, he used Wan Zhongyuan’s computer to open the court livestream website. There, he found the links to Meng Lei’s four livestream sessions and sent them to Wan Zhongyuan.

"When you get back, send these to your wife," Qin Mu said. "They should prove your innocence."

These livestreams showcased Meng Lei’s brilliant performance in court. The evidence was ample, completely sufficient to allow Wan Zhongyuan to prove his innocence.

Looking at these links, Wan Zhongyuan’s face finally lit up with joy, and he felt a sense of relief. His appreciation for Qin Mu grew even stronger.

He truly lives up to his reputation as a professional at getting people locked up, Wan Zhongyuan thought. When it comes to proving innocence and collecting evidence, his skills are exceptionally proficient.

With great ease, Qin Mu had resolved the problem Wan Zhongyuan faced.

「...」

「In the afternoon.」

「Inside the retirement home.」

Qin Mu lay on a recliner in the courtyard, slacking off and enjoying the cool. The other elderly residents were gathered in the scorching summer heat, some playing cards, others chatting.

Zhang Qingyuan and Li Weiguo sat opposite each other, starting a new round of their chess game.

"I’m telling you, Mr. Li, can’t you play a bit faster? I set up my cannons at the start, and you’ve been thinking for almost five minutes," Zhang Qingyuan said, giving Li Weiguo a disgruntled look.

Li Weiguo, however, was very calm. He raised an eyebrow and said, "A classic military strategy states: ’Consider defeat before contemplating victory.’ What would a hopeless chess basket like you understand?"

"I think you’re just figuring out how to welsh on the bet when you lose," Zhang Qingyuan scoffed coldly, bluntly exposing him.

He fancied himself the chess king of the retirement home; aside from Qin Mu, he rarely lost to anyone else.

The two bickered while continuing their game. Meanwhile, Qin Mu observed, slacking off on the side.

「Three hours later.」

"Checkmate!"

Zhang Qingyuan picked up a black knight and delivered the decisive check, winning the game with difficulty.

It was a hard-won victory because, after three hours, both sides had only made thirty moves. Li Weiguo would ponder for ten minutes before each move. It was truly torturous.

"No more, no more," Li Weiguo said, his old face flushing red as he waved his hands, deciding not to play with Zhang Qingyuan again.

"Xiao Qin, let’s play," Zhang Qingyuan, flushed with victory and eager for more, said as he turned to Qin Mu.

Qin Mu was taken aback. Looking at the triumphant Zhang Qingyuan, he silently took out his phone.

His phone had a privacy screen filter, so only he could see the display. Therefore, I can cheat during the game without any worry, he thought.

「Ten minutes later.」

With the help of grandmaster-level software, Zhang Qingyuan was decisively beaten. He stared at the chessboard, questioning his very existence, then waved his hand resignedly. "No more, no more."

Afterward, he sat down in the courtyard and started chatting with a few new residents of the retirement home.

These elderly folks had joined just yesterday and were curious about everything around them. And Zhang Qingyuan, being naturally outgoing, quickly struck up a conversation.

"How is it? The atmosphere in our retirement home isn’t bad, right?" Zhang Qingyuan grinned at them and said, "Let me introduce everyone to you."

"My name is Zhang Qingyuan, the best chess player in this retirement home," he declared, his face unflushed and his breath even, completely ignoring Qin Mu.

"This is Li Weiguo. He was a teacher before he retired—a really nice guy, but exceptionally slow at chess. You guys shouldn’t play with him." As he spoke, he pointed at Li Weiguo.

"This is Song Tiancheng, a former soldier, now a fishing enthusiast. He loves to go fishing whenever he has free time." As he said this, he pointed at Song Tiancheng.

"This is..."

In the courtyard, Zhang Qingyuan introduced all the elderly residents present one by one. Finally, he turned to Qin Mu.

"AHEM, this is Xiao Qin," he introduced. "Don’t let his young age fool you; he’s very capable. If you run into any problems, you can go to him."

In his eyes, there was no trouble Qin Mu couldn’t solve. Qin Mu had helped resolve the issue of his son’s house being illegally occupied. And the parrot case Song Tiancheng’s son faced? Qin Mu had defended him in that too.

"Xiao Qin... can he really solve it?" one of the new elderly residents suddenly asked.

Hearing this, Zhang Qingyuan immediately looked displeased. With a stern face, he said, "Of course! Tell me, who do you want to send in?"

Qin Mu, listening on the side, felt a few lines of exasperation appear on his forehead. Old Zhang’s words... were just too blunt.

"I... I caught a cold a few days ago. I went to the hospital, and they prescribed me 1,200 yuan worth of medicine, which couldn’t be covered by health insurance..." The elderly man who had spoken glanced cautiously at Qin Mu, then hesitated before continuing, "The cold is better now, but the cost of the treatment can’t be reimbursed."

"I just want to get it reimbursed. Can that be solved?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the other elderly people in the courtyard couldn’t help but exclaim in surprise.

"What? 1,200 yuan for a cold? Which hospital did you go to?"

"Is medical treatment really that expensive these days? Isn’t treating a cold free in our retirement home?"

"If you spent 1,200 yuan, how could the cold not get better?"

"I’ve experienced that before too. A minor cold, and it still cost me over 700 yuan..."

"..."

Zhang Qingyuan and the others widened their eyes, staring intently at the elderly man, their expressions a mixture of shock but mostly fury.

These days, a visit to the hospital often meant hefty expenses for various tests and injections. The Western medicine used for treatment, well, that was becoming increasingly expensive.

They recalled that when they were younger, the local village doctors would simply brew some herbal medicine to treat their ailments.