Qingyun's Love: Tiger Boy Falls in Love with a Pretty Lawyer

When they walked out of the school gate after school, they saw Qingsheng standing opposite them, waiting for them. Seeing them come out, he didn't rush over, but stood there a little awkwardly, watching them.

Ranmo called Bingo and walked over confidently. Before they could speak, Qingsheng said to Bingo embarrassedly, "I'm sorry, I was rude that day. I hope you don't mind."

Bingo breathed a sigh of relief and said frankly: "It's okay. I hope everyone can clear up the misunderstanding and get along well." He spoke calmly and confidently in front of Qingsheng.

Qingsheng nodded happily. Then he looked at Ranmo. Ranmo told him that he and Bingguo were going to Azan's house today to help him heal.

Qingsheng looked at Bingo and without saying anything, he walked towards Azan's house with the other two.

Arriving at Azan's house and entering the inner room, they found him lying on the bed in a daze. Seeing them come in, he propped himself up and sat up. He looked better than before, but his eyes were still a little unfocused.

Ran Mo walked forward, sat beside the bed, and said to Azan: "Are you feeling better? I brought a young doctor here today. He is quite knowledgeable about abnormalities caused by martial arts training and can help you." Ran Mo looked at Bingo.

Bingo bowed briefly. Azan glanced at him and simply said, "No." Then he smiled at Qingsheng and waved him over.

Qingsheng looked slightly embarrassed and glanced at Ranmo. Ranmo then looked at Bingguo. Bingguo understood, having already observed some of Azan's intentions. He pulled out a pendant with a silver chain from his pocket and walked straight to Azan's window.

Azan was about to explode, but when he caught sight of the pendant, his expression softened. Bingo held the silver pendant between his fingers, swinging it slightly back and forth in front of him like a pendulum.

Gradually, Azan's eyes grew empty and hazy, yet also shone with a sense of tranquility. Bingo saw that it was almost time, so he winked at the two men. They understood, quietly exited the room, and closed the door behind them.

Qingsheng asked Ranmo worriedly, "Is his method reliable?" Ranmo glanced at him and said, "Even if it's reliable, we have to try it. Otherwise, what good ideas do you have?" Then he said quietly, "We can't always rely on people to take over and resolve it."

Qingsheng blushed and looked at Ranmo with a hint of annoyance. Ranmo also felt that he was being too harsh and said, "Okay, okay, this just shows that you are very charming, right? Azan hasn't even been very affectionate with me."

Qingsheng's anger turned to joy. "That's right, now you've witnessed your husband's boundless charm." He didn't dare say that, so he walked over, held Ranmo's hand, and sat facing each other, listening to the sounds inside the room.

There was a long silence. After a while, they heard Azan scream. The two of them were startled. Qingsheng was about to stand up, but Ranmo gestured for him to stay calm.

After the cry, Azan began to sob softly. He also seemed to be whispering something. The two couldn't quite make it out, but they could vaguely hear words like "bullying" and "molesting." They guessed that Azan was probably following Bingo's lead and recounting the humiliation he had suffered that day. It was a form of therapy, perhaps, without poison.

In the past, they had tried to get Azan to tell them about that day, but he'd been tight-lipped. Now, with Bingo's arrival, he'd quickly gotten him to start talking. I really admire this guy. I just don't know what method he used, or the purpose of that silver pendant in his hand. It seems like there are truly skilled folk out there.

Suddenly, a strange noise erupted from the room. Besides the creaking of the bed, tables, and chairs, there was also the intermittent panting and soft cries of Azan. The two exchanged suspicious glances. Qingsheng, unable to sit still, pushed the door, only to find it locked from the inside.

Ran Mo quickly stood up and shouted into the room, "Bingo, what's going on? Is there a problem?"

After a brief pause, Bingo replied in a gruff voice, "He'll be fine soon. Just wait patiently. Interrupting the treatment now will cause him to become mentally disturbed and his blood circulation to stagnate."

The two of them only half-sounded and could only return to their seats and wait. After a few more low noises, a long gasp was heard from inside the room, and the treatment seemed to be over.

Sure enough, after a while, Bingo opened the door. The two hurried over to greet him and saw that Bingo's face was flushed and sweaty, and he said that the treatment was really tiring.

The two looked into the house again and saw some objects thrown on the ground. Azan was lying on a bench, his chest heaving up and down, his eyes slightly closed, as if he was sleeping soundly or resting.

The two looked at Bingo. Bingo looked back at Azan and gestured for them to sit down and talk outside.

After everyone sat down, Ran Mo anxiously asked what happened to Azan, whether it was serious, and whether he could be cured.

Bingo placed his hand on Ranmo's and patted it gently, saying soothingly, "It should be fine. The essence of this treatment method is to make the patient tell his true experience so that the right medicine can be prescribed. Azan has already confessed the truth, so with the help of treatment, we can force out the pent-up energy in his body and mind. With continued treatment, he will be fully recovered soon."

The two listened to this medical explanation, not fully understanding it, but upon hearing that Azan could be cured, they breathed a sigh of relief and expressed their gratitude to Bingo. It was surprising that Bingo, at such a young age, possessed such skill.

Bingo smiled modestly and said that it was a coincidence that he met him and that they were able to get along well.

Qingsheng suddenly asked, "You said Azan has confessed his experience. What terrible thing did he encounter?"

Ran Mo didn't want Qing Sheng to ask this question, but since he asked, she listened carefully.

Bingo said sternly, "It is the doctor's duty to keep the patient's secrets confidential. Please refrain from asking about this. If it gets out, it will be bad for Achan's reputation."

Qingsheng was about to ask more, but Ranmo stopped him. She asked Bingo if he was okay after today's treatment.

Bingo shook his head. "Not really. Today is only the first day of treatment. We'll need continued observation and treatment, depending on the situation. But it will definitely get better day by day."

The two of them were silent. Let's just treat him. Judging from Azan's condition, he seems to be better than before. And this Bingo does have some skills.

At this moment, there was a slight noise in the back room, as if Azan had woken up. Several people went to check. They saw Azan sitting on a recliner, head lowered, as if he had just woken up. Then he stretched and yawned.

The two of them hurried over, one squatting and the other standing beside Azan. Azan looked up at them and called out weakly twice, "Brother Sheng, Ranmo." His tone was calm, without the crazy attitude he had before.

The two of them were delighted; it seemed to be working. Qingsheng turned around and gave Bingo a thumbs-up. Bingo smiled slightly, a hint of pride on his face.

Azan looked up at Bingo by the door again, his eyes revealing a rather complicated expression, a bright look of peace and joy, but also a bit of timidity.

Bingo said that Azan still needed to rest and recuperate at this time, so he directed the two people to help him lie down on the bed.

By this time, it was already dark outside the window. They looked at each other, unsure of what to do next.

Bingo saw that they were troubled and took the initiative to say, "You can go back for now. I will stay here tonight to take care of him."

Huh? They were both stunned. Having someone stay here all night to look after Azan was certainly a good thing, but they still felt a sense of inexplicable worry and uneasiness. But Bingo was also their classmate, so what could he do to Azan?

Seeing the two of them hesitating, Bingo's eyes suddenly turned red and he said, "I'll be alone if I go back anyway, so I might as well stay here with him and have him company." His voice trembled slightly.

The two of them were suddenly struck by something. Thinking of Bingo's miserable situation, if he really was here with Azan to keep him company and chat, it would not be a bad arrangement. Not to mention, his lovable expression was not much stronger than Azan's, and he was also a child worthy of care and comfort.

Thinking of this, the two of them no longer hesitated and bowed to Bingo to express their gratitude. They then asked if he wanted to buy them some food. Bingo shook his head and said he could go out and buy it later. He told them to go home early, as they were very tired today.

The two nodded, looked back at Azan who was lying peacefully on the bed, then said goodbye to Bingo and went back.

The night was hazy, with stars dotting the path. Ranmo and Qingsheng walked side by side, neither of them feeling the joy or urge to discuss their treatment today. Qingsheng didn't argue with Ranmo anymore, simply resting his hand quietly on her shoulder as they continued walking.

Ran Mo suddenly slapped his head and said, "I forgot something just now. I should have left you there too, or let Bingo go back and you stay to take care of Azan."

Qingsheng pouted and acted reluctantly, saying, "You're just too ruthless to care for me! Someone volunteered to take care of me, and you still want to leave me there."

Ranmo thought about it and didn't bring it up again. Honestly, at this stage and with Azan in such a state, she really didn't feel comfortable leaving such a precious child there. She could only apologize to Azan a little, and would make it up to him later.

Thinking of this, his body and mind felt light and cheerful. He trotted forward, hopping step by step. Seeing this, Qingsheng rubbed his hands and followed suit.