Chapter 6: So Poor, The Soul Returns to Its Place

“Dayou, don’t be anxious; wait until the children are better before we talk about anything else,” the village chief said, seeing Lin Dayou, a tall man at nearly 1.9 meters, feeling overwhelmed by the weight of silver coins. He also felt a pang of sadness in his heart.

Wutong Village was so poor that people were afraid to fall ill. When something happened, all they could do was cry without knowing how to handle it. Ultimately, it was his responsibility as the village chief to ensure the villagers could prosper.

For Lin Dayou, what he needed most right now was money. Without waiting for him to speak, the village chief had already offered help, which was undoubtedly like a ray of sunshine on a snowy day. This kindness was something Lin Dayou would never forget for the rest of his life.

“Dayou, I have a bit as well…” An old man with a limp stepped forward, offering whatever money he had.

“Uncle, I really can’t take your money,” Lin Dayou said, though he was in dire need of funds. He had principles and couldn’t just accept money from this elder.

This elder was no one other than the elder brother of his own father, so it was correct for Lin Dayou to address him as “Uncle.”

As for the entanglements between Uncle and Lin Old Man, that was a tale for another time.

“Dayou, are you looking down on the amount I’m giving you, or is it just my old age?” Uncle Lin teased, deliberately making it sound harsh when Lin Dayou refused.

“Uncle, you know that’s not what I mean. Alright, I’ll accept it.”

“Uncle, I will repay you for this money,” Lin Dayou assured him.

Seeing that Lin Dayou had accepted his offer, Uncle Lin’s heart felt comforted. He thought to himself that this child had been through so much hardship, and the more he could help, the better.

“Just take it. If it’s not enough, tell me. I’ll find a way to help too,” Uncle Lin said, looking at Lin Dayou with a pained expression. Ah, this child’s life was so bitter; he wanted to provide as much support as he could.

“Okay, thank you, Uncle.” Lin Dayou felt great respect for this elder.

“The doctor has arrived.” Just as this heartwarming scene unfolded, some kind villagers had managed to bring a doctor to Lin Dayou’s home.

“Everyone, please make way, make way…” There were still many kind-hearted villagers in Wutong Village.

Though they couldn’t offer Lin Dayou much in terms of money, there were many villagers willing to stay and help in his times of need.

“Dear, I heard that Luoxi has come back?” Lin Wang, searching for her daughter, had returned with Lin Luoning, but her expression was extremely poor.

On the way back, she had already heard of the unfortunate events in her family and hurried back with a sense of dread.

However, upon seeing so many people gathered at her doorstep, she nearly fainted from shock.

But as a mother, she had to see her children and pushed through, gathering her strength to approach Lin Dayou. She carefully asked, “How are the kids?”

“The doctor is inside helping.” Upon seeing his wife, Lin Dayou couldn’t help himself and began to cry again.

“My son…” Lin Wang saw the look on Lin Dayou’s face and felt all doubts vanish. She gasped, struggling to breathe, and nearly fell backward.

Fortunately, Auntie Xie, their neighbor, was quick to react and caught Lin Wang before she fell.

“Dayou, hurry and get your wife back to bed,” Auntie Xie said, supporting the fainted Lin Wang. She couldn’t help but feel emotional, noting how light Lin Wang was—she must have suffered so much!

Comparing Lin Wang, who had been raised plump at her own home, Auntie Xie felt anger toward the old Lin lady, yet she also sympathized with Lin Wang’s plight.

Ah, what a troubled family.

While the people gathered outside were reflecting on Lin Dayou’s family plight, the young girl, who was Lin Luoxi, was in the midst of her soul’s return.

Once a member of a mystical ancient martial arts family in the 11th century, Lin Luoxi was an extraordinary talent skilled in both medicine and poison. However, due to her exceptional abilities, she became a target of treachery from her own clan members.

Caught off guard by an ambush, she met her demise in her own laboratory while researching poisons.

To eliminate her, her clan set off a chain reaction, detonating the hazardous materials in her lab. In the ensuing chaos, Lin Luoxi found herself engulfed in flames.

Just as she believed she was about to perish; her soul was absorbed by the black jade pendant hanging around her neck.

When she became conscious again, all she could hear was a cacophony of noise that irritated her immensely.

Her eyelids felt unbearably heavy, making it impossible to open them. All she could do was let the sounds overwhelm her.

Just then, the doctor who had entered Lin Dayou’s room for an hour finally emerged.

“Doctor Yang is finally out!” Someone in the crowd joyfully called out, promptly drawing everyone’s attention.

“Hey!” Doctor Yang, with blood on his hands and a grave expression on his face, made his way toward Lin Dayou after washing his hands in the prepared water.

He looked serious as he addressed the head of the family. “Your daughter was fortunate to have been rescued in time. Although she inhaled some water, it’s not too severe. A few doses of calming medicine should suffice.

As for your son, he has sustained a head injury, and the blood has accumulated. There’s no way to drain it, and even if we manage to save him, it will be difficult for him to regain consciousness. Be prepared for that…”

Hearing Doctor Yang’s words sent a collective gasp through the crowd. They understood that although there was still a faint glimmer of life, the reality of him not waking up was akin to being a living corpse.

The villagers directed sympathetic glances at Lin Dayou, also curious to see how he would respond.

Upon hearing the doctor, Lin Dayou felt as though the ground had been pulled from beneath his feet. He could no longer hold himself up and collapsed backward.

“Father! Father!” Lin Wenzheng rushed over in panic to support Lin Dayou as he fell.

So much had happened today—his little sister and brother were in trouble, and now their father and mother had collapsed. Was their family about to disintegrate?

A deep sorrow filled Lin Wenzheng’s heart, and the seeds of resentment against the powerful Lin family and his own father and grandmother began to take root swiftly within him.

Lying on the bed and unable to open her eyes, Lin Luoxi heard the doctor’s deliberations outside and wished she could scoff at them.

Was it just a matter of blood clots in the brain? A simple craniotomy could save a life, yet they were acting as if the sky had fallen.

“Rest well, and harmonize with your own body…” Just then, a calming voice echoed in her mind, soothing her disquieted spirit.

Lin Luoxi found herself unable to resist; her eyelids grew heavier and heavier, and no matter how loud the noise outside became, it couldn’t disrupt her descent into deep sleep.

“Hurry, carry your father to be next to your mother. I’ll assist in checking their pulses,” Doctor Yang said, his compassion overflowing as he actively directed Lin Wenzheng.

“Everyone, come lend a hand!” The village chief, noticing Lin Wenzheng’s frail shoulders, quickly rallied the villagers still present to help carry Lin Dayou.

As they laid the family members neatly side by side on the bed, the villagers no longer felt like just spectators to the drama; their expressions turned to sympathy, their eyes fixed on Doctor Yang, trying to glean any hint of what might transpire next.