Not only had Mao Shaoqin offended the Heir of Prince Qi, but the heir had also forcibly poured a bellyful of golden slurry down his throat.
On his way home, debt collectors had stopped him. When he said he had no money, they crippled one of his arms and one of his legs without another word.
When Wenren Shuang returned home, Mao Shaoqin was lying on the ground, half dead and covered in filth.
She rushed to him in a panic and held a trembling hand beneath his nose to check his breathing.
Only when she discovered he was still breathing did the heart hanging in her chest settle back into place.
"Darling, darling!"
After Wenren Shuang shook him, Mao Shaoqin finally woke up. The slightest movement sent pain through his entire body.
He was meek and submissive before outsiders, but the moment he saw Wenren Shuang, he turned the tables and became the master.
"So you finally remembered to come back? Where's the money? They crippled my damn arm and leg! Tell me, did you do this on purpose?"
A fire burned inside Mao Shaoqin. If his limbs had still been sound, Wenren Shuang would have suffered a beating.
But now, the slightest movement brought pain that tore through his heart and lungs.
He could only humiliate Wenren Shuang with words.
"I'm sorry. It's all my fault. I'll take you to a doctor right now."
Without even considering whether she had any money on her, Wenren Shuang helped the battered Mao Shaoqin up and headed outside.
After three or four clinics turned them away in succession, she heard a passerby say that the doctors at Begonia Garden were offering free consultations. Pushing a small handcart, she headed there.
Xu Lingzhi and the other ghosts studying medicine had decided to