These four words were still echoing in Pei Yicheng’s ears.
Ling Dong had pleaded for a long time, but the doctor only had this one sentence to say, merely suggesting the most conservative treatment which was the same as what Doctor Du had prescribed.
Ling Dong comforted, "We can still go look somewhere else."
"Yeah." As Pei Yicheng returned to the bustling street, his emotions had already recovered. He said, "Ling Dong, although I’m somewhat disappointed, I haven’t lost hope. I’ve seen so many doctors in Ningbei before and none were able to cure me, I’ve gotten used to it."
"But, my grandfather said that there are several other places we can try. We’ll visit them one by one, there will always be a chance." Pei Yicheng’s gaze deepened, he refused to believe that his legs would definitely not heal.
In the whole of China, with its vast population, there would always be a chance.
"Right, take me back to see how well Haozi’s chili sauce is selling," Pei Yicheng reminded.
Since they were there, they naturally had to sell the chili sauce.
"Brother Cheng, or shall we go together?" Ling Dong was uneasy about Pei Yicheng being alone.
Pei Yicheng frowned and said, "Ling Dong, I’m not the type to take my life lightly."
Once Ling Dong heard this, he instantly understood Pei Yicheng’s meaning and pushed him back to their place, then went out to find Cheng Hao.
In the house, it suddenly became quiet. Pei Yicheng sat alone in the room, outside the window was the bustling crowd and lively streets, every person he saw had a pair of healthy legs.
He took a deep breath, couldn’t help but close his eyes, and cleared his jumbled thoughts. He thought, there must be a way out even in the direst of situations.
"Ling Dong, how come you’re here?" Cheng Hao had just negotiated the sale of a hundred bottles of chili sauce, feeling delighted at heart. Seeing Ling Dong without Pei Yicheng, he excitedly asked, "How is Brother Cheng? Can his legs be healed?"
Cheng Hao looked at Ling Dong with a face full of expectation.
Ling Dong had a serious expression.
Cheng Hao also understood that it was probably not good news. He consoled, "It’s okay, if it doesn’t work out here, we’ll try another place. We can definitely cure it. But why aren’t you with Brother Cheng?"
Isn’t this the time when Brother Cheng needs someone by his side?
"Brother Cheng wanted to be alone for a while." Thinking of the fleeting sorrow in Brother Cheng’s eyes after hearing the doctor say it couldn’t be cured, Ling Dong thought that among the many doctors in China, there must be one who could heal Brother Cheng’s legs.
"By the way, how much chili sauce have you sold?" Ling Dong changed the subject, now only thinking of selling the chili sauce as quickly as possible and then going back to Brother Cheng.
"Eight hundred bottles."
Cheng Hao said proudly. He was already handsome, and with his gift of the gab, wishing he could convince anyone of anything, the most important part was that the chili sauce tasted good. Hence, in just one day, Cheng Hao had sold eight hundred bottles.
"That’s not enough." Ling Dong said, and then accompanied Cheng Hao to several more places, selling a total of a thousand bottles before they both returned.
Pei Yicheng was reading a book. Seeing Cheng Hao’s surprised expression, he raised an eyebrow and said, "What, did you think I would hide away and cry by myself?"
"Brother Cheng would never do that. I believe that Brother Cheng’s legs can definitely be cured," Cheng Hao asserted confidently. He then excitedly said, "I sold a thousand bottles today!"
Two hundred yuan in hand!
Cheng Hao came both to divert Pei Yicheng’s attention and also because he truly felt happy and excited.
Earning two hundred yuan in one day, he thought the business was profitable and much more enjoyable than working at the print factory.