Genshin Impact: Liyue's Strongest Thousand Rock Army

More than ten days passed, and everything was calm, which was also within Su Ping's expectations. After all, if the man surnamed Chen dared to make trouble again, he would not mind fighting back.

Sometimes he had to be tough like this, otherwise people would think that he, Su Ping, was a soft persimmon who could be manipulated and pushed around at will.

The sun had just risen, it was early morning, and at this time when the difference between day and night was not much, a little boy had already gotten up and prepared breakfast for his family.

After he finished everything, he sat next to the table at the door that had not been moved into the house for some time. It seemed that the table had not been moved since a new set of furniture was purchased.

While eating breakfast, Su Ping mentioned going to Liyue Harbor today to see the doctor there.

Because he didn't think that just seeing a doctor could lead to the conclusion that the disease could not be cured, and this was also what he was unwilling to accept in his heart.

After hesitating for a while, Su Yue agreed to this decision.

Treatment certainly costs money and takes a long time, but if he can recover, he can also let his son relax a little and not have to worry about him, a half-disabled person, all the time.

After breakfast, Su Ping began to prepare. What he brought with him to see the doctor was actually Mora money. The five hundred thousand Mora he had should be enough for one or two treatments.

The high cost of medicine has almost become common knowledge. Perhaps there is no way around it. The cultivation of major medicinal materials is indeed difficult, and there are very few people who are proficient in medical skills.

Everything was ready. When Su Ping was about to help his father go to Liyue Harbor, a guest came to the house.

Su Ping helped his father sit on a stool to rest, and he stood aside and talked to the guest who obviously didn't want to stay long.

The guest was Jiang Youyi. She looked at Su Ping and said slowly, "The factory has changed my workstation and asked me to go to the branch over there to help out. I may not be able to come back in the next few months. I'll trouble you to take care of my family."

"Okay." Su Ping nodded.

Jiang Youyi added: "You don't have to clean it too thoroughly. Just sweep it once when I'm almost back, and make sure there isn't too much dust."

"When I get back, I'll have almost paid off the debt!"

Su Ping smiled and said, "Come on, Sister Youyi."

"Although you always call me sister, why do I always feel that you are educating me?" Jiang Youyi smiled calmly and purely.

Su Ping could only spread his hands in response to this obviously joking remark. "I'm not sure. It's probably just an illusion!"

Jiang Youyi laughed and said, "That's it. I'm leaving now. Goodbye."

"Goodbye."

Su Ping stood there and waved to the woman who was leaving. These two were nominally related, but in reality they were a pair of a creditor who did not want to ask for money, and a debtor who had to pay back the money.

Just now, this very generous creditor agreed to help her manage the house for free, because Jiang Youyi was the only one living in the house now.

Just in the winter before last, her mother also passed away, in the same season, in the same place...

Afterwards, Su Ping supported his father, and the father and son set out on the road, striding on the muddy road, heading straight for Liyue.

The slightly bent back creaked as it walked, which made Su Ping feel uneasy, but he had no choice but to hope to reach Liyue Harbor as soon as possible.

Of course, we took a few breaks during the journey, but we finally arrived at Liyue Harbor after rushing. Stepping on the solid stone road, I seemed to feel a little more at ease.

As soon as he arrived at Liyue Harbor, Su Ping's eyes fell on the rickshaw drivers who were doing business on the roadside.

Normally he doesn't think about taking a car and always walks. Even though he has quite a bit of money nowadays, he still keeps walking.

But today was different. His father's waist was not in good condition, so Su Ping did not dare to let him walk any longer. So the young man called two rickshaws and asked them to take him and himself to the clinic.

These cart drivers have to make more than ten trips back and forth in Liyue Harbor a day. Of course, they know where each place is and which road goes faster and which road goes slower.

Su Ping was not afraid that they would deliberately take a longer route and charge more money. Anyone with a little business sense knew the importance of reputation.

Even if they are rickshaw pullers, once the news spreads, they may never make a living, but the loss of income for a short period of time is also a terrible thing for these families.

About an incense stick of time later, Su Ping and his son arrived at the door of a clinic. There were several people inside, standing or sitting waiting.

After Su Ping paid the money, he helped his father inside. The two old drivers squatted outside waiting for the next batch of customers. Since the passengers had not asked them to wait, this was allowed.

In the clinic, Su Ping put his father down and sat down in the waiting position. As time passed, it was finally their turn.

The doctor in the clinic was a middle-aged man with a slight beard, but not much. He had a plain square face and many calluses on his fingers, probably from grinding medicine for many years.

The doctor first asked whether he wanted to treat an injury or a disease. Su Ping told him that he was injured, including where he was injured and how long he had been injured.

Then he clearly saw that the doctor frowned slightly and asked the two young men beside him to help Su Yue behind the screen.

"Wait here for a while. I'll examine your father. But I'm telling you first, the chances of him recovering are slim. Be prepared."

After the doctor finished speaking, he turned and went to the screen. Su Ping didn't know the specific situation for the time being. All he could do was wait.

Almost at the same time, after a few more people arrived at the clinic, the doctor came out from behind the screen. Su Yue was still supported by the two young men and sat back in his original seat.

The doctor glanced at Su Yue with a hint of regret in his eyes, then looked at the young man who had taken charge of the family early, and said slowly: "There is no hope of recovery."

Su Ping was silent for a moment, then nodded and said, "I see. Thank you, doctor."

The doctor waved his hand and told Su Ping to take the patient back home and take better care of him without running around. In the end, he did not charge for the examination, perhaps because he felt it was not easy for a young man to be in charge?

After seeing this one clinic and failing, Su Ping was not discouraged. He said to his father, "Dad, it can definitely be cured. There is more than one clinic in Liyue Harbor. Let's go to another one!"

"Okay." Apart from this word, Su Yue didn't say anything else. He let his son help him to the rickshaw and set off again.

There were quite a few rickshaw drivers squatting at the door of the clinic, so the car they took this time was not the same one that had just brought them to the clinic from the edge of the city.

I went to several clinics afterwards, and they all gave similar advice, except that each doctor charged me some examination fees.

Some were eight thousand, some were ten thousand or twenty thousand, and some were even more than thirty thousand. Su Ping certainly paid them all. Otherwise, he would be in trouble if he was labeled as someone who owed money.

Except for the last one, the old doctor said that the time was delayed too long and the previous treatment was not very good, it can be said that nothing was gained.

They took a rickshaw to the edge of Liyue Harbor, but the rickshaw driver refused to leave the city, so the father and son walked back just as they had come.

The solid stone road turned into a softer and bumpier dirt road. The boy supported his father and walked slowly on the road.

Su Ping was sad because he could not find a chance to recover, but he became more determined to make his father recover.

If Liyue can't cure it, then go abroad. There are seven countries in Teyvat with a vast territory. If he doesn't believe it, then it will definitely not be cured.

The prerequisite for doing all this is that he has enough money and his father's old injuries no longer get worse.

Time and Mora, these two are what he needs and desires the most now. Although he may be able to earn Mora, and earn more, how can he resist the ravages of time?

Is there anyone in the world who can resist the passage of time, or perhaps make it go slower?

Su Ping felt that it probably didn't exist. If it really existed, then where would there be so many tragedies in this world? If it really existed, then he... would give up everything and pursue it at all costs.

As long as it really exists, as long as I can turn back time...

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Time passed quickly, as if it was afraid that someone would catch up with it. No matter how people shouted, it refused to stop for a moment.

The warm spring and midsummer have passed, and what has arrived is the dreary late autumn. The wheat in the fields is golden, and it looks even more dazzling under the sunlight.

Su Ping was walking on the way home. The setting sun lengthened his shadow. The young man counted today's income and the upcoming schedule, muttering to himself.

Suddenly, Su Ping blinked and looked at several children by the stream in the distance. They were about five or six years old. Each of them was holding a bundle of straw and running hurriedly.

Looking more closely, it seems that there are quite a few floating in the stream, sparsely distributed, as if they are flowing down from upstream.

Su Ping couldn't help but wonder about this strange thing. Could it be that something happened upstream?

With doubts in his mind, Su Ping took a step forward and walked towards the north of the village. There was a not very big bamboo forest over there. The bamboos were not very pretty, so no one paid attention to it.

After Su Ping passed through this small bamboo forest, he saw a scene that made him wonder whether he should laugh or cry, or go forward to comfort the people.

I saw the thatched roof of an earthen house blown all over the place by the strong wind of late autumn. Part of it fell into the stream, and part of it was picked up by a group of children, who ran into the bamboo forest and disappeared.

The owner of the hut, a middle-aged man in his forties or fifties, could only lean on a cane, shook his head and sighed: "It's always a worry for me to come and stay here occasionally, alas!"

"The children in the south village bully me because I am old and weak, how can I bear to be a thief in front of me..."

Su Ping stepped back a few steps, hiding himself in the bamboo forest, smiling with his face covered.

He knew very well who the person was just now.

In the world of the previous life, he was a legendary figure who was still mentioned for thousands of years. In this continent of Teyvat, he also had a resounding name.

Du Fu, the great poet, is known to everyone in Liyue Harbor who has read a little bit of books, and they all admire him.

As for why Su Ping did not go out to stop those children when he saw the poet sighing helplessly, it was not because he had lost the desire to help others.

It was because, before long, this hut would be repaired and returned to the great poet. After all, he was of such status, so how could Qixing not take it seriously?

Even if he didn't care, he would at least send some people to avoid unnecessary safety hazards. Thinking of this, Su Ping quietly left the bamboo forest and walked towards his home.