"All my stuff, what about it? Is there a problem?"
"No, but where did you get so much money? You’re not some hidden rich second generation out experiencing life, are you?" The drunkard was excitedly trying to sit up.
Qing Yi pressed down on his shoulder and continued cleaning his wound, "Don’t be so shocked as if you’ve never seen money before. Any rich person would be willing to pay this much for a treatment of a complicated disease if you asked."
"But that’s different, you can’t treat complicated diseases, where did you get all this money from?"
"Salary, from Third Young Master."
"Damn, Mr. Jun pays you that much? Then why do I get paid so little?"
"Third Young Master doesn’t have that many diseases for you to treat, what do you say?"
"Uh... yeah, that makes sense. But still, your salary is too high."
"In today’s first-tier cities, just the annual salary and bonus of a department manager in a listed company can amount to over a million a year."
"So, are you a manager?"
"Then why are you bringing it up?"
"I’m busier than a manager!"
"Hehe, I’ve been working hard, so I’ll try to spend less from now on." The drunkard chuckled and patted Qing Yi’s leg.
"No need, spend as you like, it’s just sitting there otherwise."
"You’re a true brother, I’ll definitely pay you back what I’ve spent."
"You don’t need to pay me back."
"That won’t do, that’s all your stuff, even if you don’t need it for your family, in a couple of years you’ll need it to get married."
"Get married?" Qing Yi’s hand faltered as he was cleaning the wound. The most update n0vels are published on ⓝovelFire.net
"Yeah, you don’t plan to stay single forever, do you? Or is Third Young Master going to pay for your marriages? If so, count me in for one."
"Are you sure you want one?"
Qing Yi glanced at the drunkard, smiled, but said nothing.
"What are you laughing at?"
"How am I supposed to know that."
After finishing up with the wound on his forehead, Qing Yi reached for the medicinal liquor.
"Get up, take off your clothes."
"Oh." The drunkard obediently sat up and stripped off his clothes.
Seeing the bruises of purple and blue all over his body, Qing Yi’s just subsided rage flared up instantly, his hand nearly crushing the medicine bottle, his eyes filled with murderous intent.
"Those damn bastards."
"How come you’re still cursing like that, did Qing Yi teach you?" The drunkard laughed while teasing him, seeing Qing Yi’s face turn dark.
"You can still laugh." Qing Yi glared at him annoyedly and grabbed one of his arms, starting to apply the medicine.
"I won’t laugh anymore."
Immediately, the drunkard stopped laughing, even imitating Qing Yi’s tone from just before with righteous indignation, "Those damn bastards, when I see them next time, I’ll make sure they pay another visit to the hospital."
"With that kind of talk, why don’t you go perform stand-up comedy."
"That’s a good job; I’m this handsome, I’d definitely get a lot of fans, and there would surely be lots of beautiful female fans... ow, be gentle."
"Keep talking." Qing Yi, who was applying the medicine, looked up at him.
The night grew deeper.
Lying on his back with one hand behind his head, Qing Yi stared at the pitch-black ceiling, the image of the drunkard with tearful and pained eyes when he helped him up at the bar flashed before his eyes, and he felt a pang in his heart.
Turning his head to look at the drunkard sleeping beside him with his back turned, Qing Yi couldn’t help but speak, "Are you asleep yet?"
"Hmm..." The drunkard replied sleepily.
"... Can you tell me about your past?"