The son-in-law of a prosperous family

Xiao Hu stubbornly broke free from Cai Yaren's hand and kowtowed heavily to Zhao Yunchuan. His forehead hit the ground with a dull sound. His voice was tearful but firm: "Sir, please have mercy and save my sister. She is only ten years old. She can't just die like this!"

The shrill cry seemed to have the power to penetrate people's hearts, causing everyone present to feel their hearts wrench in their throats.

Zhao Yunchuan raised his hand to stop Cai Yaren, then squatted down again and looked at Xiaohu carefully.

Although Xiaohu was in tattered clothes and looked haggard, his eyes revealed a spirit of not admitting defeat. In his face, Zhao Yunchuan seemed to see himself struggling hard in difficult situations.

"Xiaohu, what disease does your sister have?" Zhao Yunchuan asked gently.

Xiaohu sobbed and replied: "Your Excellency, I don't know what disease my sister has. She has a high fever and is unconscious. I have consulted several doctors and they all said that it would cost a lot of money to treat her, but I really can't afford that much money..."

Zhao Yunchuan turned to look at his family. Bai Guihua looked at him pleadingly with red eyes. Fang Dashan nodded slightly, as if he had tacitly agreed to something. Shi Jin also ran over, took Zhao Yunchuan's hand and said, "Brother, let's save his sister. She is so pitiful."

After thinking for a while, Zhao Yunchuan said to Xiaohu, "Xiaohu, I can help your sister with her medical treatment first, but you should know that the cost of treatment is not small. You will work in my house and sell yourself as a slave. You can use your wages to slowly pay me back. Are you willing?"

When Xiaohu heard this, his eyes lit up with surprise. He nodded hurriedly, kowtowed several times, and said excitedly, "I am willing to do it! Your kindness, my sister and I will never be able to repay you even if we work like slaves!"

Cai Yaren smiled and said, "The champion is really kind-hearted. It is a blessing for Xiaohu to meet you."

Zhao Yunchuan waved his hand and said to Cai Yaren, "Cai Yaren, you have worked hard today. You can go back first and send his sister over later. Xiaohu, you get up first. I will send someone to invite the best doctor in the city."

Xiaohu stood up, wiped his tears, and straightened his back. Although he was thin, he seemed to have endless strength at this moment. Zhao Yunchuan ordered Zhou Fu to immediately invite a famous doctor in the city.

After a while, the doctor hurried over and Cai Ya’s people also brought someone over.

The little girl was dark and thin, her body was burning hot, and she was now unconscious.

After a careful diagnosis and treatment, the doctor prescribed some medicine and gave some instructions.

Zhao Yunchuan asked Li Shun to take the prescription to get the medicine, while he and his family stayed by Xiaohu's bedside.

Looking at the unconscious little girl, Bai Guihua sighed softly and said, "This child has suffered so much."

Xiaohu stood aside, staring at his sister without blinking, his hands tightly clenched around the corners of his clothes, his face full of worry.

After the medicine was boiled and fed to his sister, Xiaohu still stayed by his sister's bedside, refusing to leave.

Under the careful care of Xiaohu and others, Xiaohu's sister's condition gradually improved.

The originally hot forehead slowly returned to normal temperature, and the tightly closed eyes slowly opened. Xiaohu was guarding the bedside. When he saw his sister wake up, his eyes instantly turned red, and his voice trembled: "Sister, you are finally awake!"

The little girl forced a weak smile and called her brother softly.

The little girl's name was Xiaolan, and her eyes still showed the confusion and weakness of someone who had just recovered from a serious illness.

At this time, Sun's mother came in with a bowl of steaming porridge and said softly, "Child, it's good that you're awake. Come, have some porridge first."

Xiaohu quickly took the porridge, sat beside the bed, carefully helped Xiaolan up, and fed her spoonful by spoonful.

Xiaolan drank the porridge in small sips. The warm porridge slid down her throat, making her pale face gradually show a hint of color. The corners of her mouth unconsciously rose, revealing a happy smile.

Warmth spread in her stomach, and suddenly she seemed to remember something. Her eyes fell on Xiaohu's thin face. She held the corner of Xiaohu's clothes with her small hands and said weakly but stubbornly: "Brother, you eat too. This is white porridge."

In their difficult days in the past, white porridge was a rare delicacy.

Xiaohu's eyes were moistened, and he quickly forced a smile, gently touched Xiaolan's head and said, "Brother has already eaten, you should eat quickly, eat more so that you can get better quickly. When you are well, brother will make you your favorite wild vegetable dumplings."

In fact, Xiaohu had no appetite at all. Ever since his sister fell ill, he had lost his appetite and his mind was filled with his sister's illness.

Xiaolan blinked her watery eyes and looked at Xiaohu doubtfully: "Really? Brother, you are not allowed to lie to me."

Xiaohu nodded vigorously: "Really, when has brother ever lied to you?"

Xiaolan was relieved then and started to drink her porridge obediently again.

The little girl finished her porridge and leaned against the bed, her eyes filled with confusion about her future life. She asked softly, "Brother, will we never be hungry again?"

The feeling of being hungry is really unpleasant.

Xiao Hu held his sister's hand, his eyes gleaming with hope, and he said confidently: "Yes, we have met a kind-hearted person like Lord Zhao. From now on, you can rest assured and recuperate. When you recover, you can work hard in this mansion with your brother."

Xiao Hu paused, his expression became serious and earnest: "Sister, Lord Zhao saved you and let me work in the mansion to pay for the medicine. This is a great favor. From now on, we must serve Lord Zhao as if he were our lifesaver, and do all the work in the mansion well to repay their kindness."

Xiaolan nodded in confusion and whispered, "Brother, I'll remember it. I will definitely repay Master Zhao."

After hearing this, Xiaohu breathed a sigh of relief and coaxed Xiaolan back to sleep.

Looking at his sister's sleeping face, Xiaohu tiptoed out of the room, came to the outside of Zhao Yunchuan's study, and knelt down without hesitation.

Zhao Yunchuan was reading in the house. Hearing the noise, he put down his book and walked out. Seeing Xiaohu kneeling on the ground, he quickly stepped forward to help him up: "Xiaohu, what are you doing? Get up quickly."

Xiaohu, however, stubbornly refused to get up. He looked up at Zhao Yunchuan, his eyes full of sincerity and gratitude: "Sir, my sister has woken up, thanks to your help. My sister and I have nothing to repay you with, and from now on in the mansion, we will do our best, no matter how hard or tiring the work is, we will never hesitate."

Zhao Yunchuan sighed helplessly and let him kneel down first, saying in a gentle voice: "Xiaohu, I saved your sister not for you to repay me. I just felt sorry for you and your sister, so I helped them as much as I could. It's enough that you have this intention. In the future, do your job well in the mansion, take good care of your sister, and don't tire yourself out."

After hearing this, Xiaohu nodded heavily, tears welling up in his eyes: "I have remembered what you said, sir. My sister and I will never forget your kindness in this life."

Zhao Yunchuan then helped Xiaohu up and patted his shoulder: "Go back and rest. Xiaolan just woke up and needs someone to take care of her."

Xiaohu bowed deeply to Zhao Yunchuan again before turning around and leaving.

Returning to the room and looking at his sister's peaceful sleeping face, Xiaohu finally felt at ease.