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Director Song also lost his temper, raising his voice: "Xiao Wang is your savior. That night, he was stabbed several times while saving you, and almost got killed. He came to see you out of kindness, why are you throwing a tantrum?"

The ward fell silent.

Director Song came out and waved to me.

I nodded and walked into the ward with the apples. Director Song stayed outside, eavesdropping.

The ward was large, with three beds, but Amei was the only patient.

Amei sat on the hospital bed with her face wrapped in gauze, hugging her knees and burying her face in the pillow, sobbing. Her thin shoulders trembled.

"Amei, I've come to see you."

I put down the apple, picked up a stool, and sat down on the edge of the bed.

Amei finally raised her head, looking at me through teary eyes: "Thank you for saving us that night... Were you hurt too?"

"My injury is fine, it'll be healed soon."

I smiled slightly: "Amei, you don't need to thank me. That night, you saved yourself."

"Me?" Amei was confused.

"Yes, you are really brave. You are the bravest girl I have ever met."

I nodded: "When I came back with the billiards, I saw two thugs chasing and slashing at Awen. You weren't afraid at all, and you used the billiard cue to fight them. If it were any other girl, she would have run away or fainted from fright."

Amei gave a wry smile, seemingly a little shy.

I continued the conversation: "By the way, Amei, I heard you're worried about scars on your face?"

Amei's expression immediately changed, and she turned her head away from me.

"Amei, my family has a family recipe that can completely eliminate scars." I leaned forward:

"My face was slashed when I was a child, from my ear to my mouth; I almost died. Do you see the scar now?"

Amei believed it and turned to look at my face.

After looking at it for a while, Amei shook her head: "You don't have any scars on your face."

"That's the effect of a folk remedy," I said leisurely, gesturing to my face.

"My family lives in the countryside, and I used to run around everywhere when I was little. When I was three, two human traffickers, disguised as herbalists, put me in a medicine basket and carried me away. On the way, my grandfather happened to be returning from chopping wood and overheard me crying in the basket..."

Amei's eyes widened: "And then your grandfather saved you?"

I nodded: "My grandfather immediately picked up a machete and fought the two human traffickers. My grandfather married late and had children late. Although I was only three years old, my grandfather was almost eighty years old at that time."

"Can an eighty-year-old woman fight off two human traffickers?" Amei asked nervously.

"Yes, because my grandfather is in good health and still has a wood-chopping knife. That wood-chopping knife is an antique, dark black, but extremely sharp, capable of cutting through gold and jade; it's considered a divine weapon."

I continued the story: "The two human traffickers couldn't beat my grandfather, so they raised their medicine baskets to block him. My grandfather's wood-chopping knife went out of control, slashing through the medicine baskets and also cutting a deep, long wound on my face."

"Oh, is it that dangerous?" Amei became even more nervous.

"But I was lucky and survived."

I touched my right cheek and laughed, "My dad said that the cut, which ran from my ear to my mouth, almost split my head in two."

Amei raised her hand and touched my right cheek: "Auntie, you're really lucky..."

Up close, you can see that Amei's face is extremely white, so white that you can clearly see the tiny blood vessels under her skin.

She was the fairest girl I had ever seen, even with a sickly appearance; she was so pitiful to behold.

"Excuse me."

Amei suddenly realized something, withdrew her hand, and blushed slightly: "Then the scar on my face..."

I smiled and nodded: "Then I'll take care of it. I'll call home right away and have my dad send the herbs over."

Amei was still a little worried: "Does that folk remedy really work?"

I turned my head and looked at him: "How about I find a knife and you cut my face a few times, use my skin as an experiment?"

Amei chuckled, her delicate body trembling.

I laughed too: "Amei, don't overthink it. I'll treat you after you're discharged from the hospital. But I have one condition."

"What are the conditions?" Amei's eyes were somewhat complicated.

Maybe this girl misunderstood.

"Once you've fully recovered, please teach me Cantonese when you have some free time. I've found your Cantonese to be the best!"

"You're learning Hong Kong dialect? I thought it was something serious." Ah Mei smiled: "It's a deal."

"Thank you, Master."

I stood up and, in a show of respect, clasped my hands in a fist salute.

Amei laughed even more happily and waved her hand, saying, "Don't call me Father Xi, just call me Amei."

I nodded, then suddenly said:

"By the way, Ah Mei, I have a question. In the local dialect of Hong Kong, do 'handsome guy' and 'pugai-zai' mean the same thing? Some people call me 'handsome guy,' and some people call me 'pugai-zai'..."

"puff……"

Ah Mei laughed so hard she couldn't stand up straight, waving her hands repeatedly: "Pfft... that's an insult, not a compliment."

I rubbed my face: "I know, next time anyone tells me to pounce on that kid, I'll yell back."

I understand exactly what "puk zai" means.

After watching so many Hong Kong movie soundtracks, was it all for nothing?

I was just teasing Amei to cheer her up.

Amei laughed for a long time before finally suppressing her laughter and asking in a low voice, "Awen...did you go see it?"

I waved my hand, indicating that Director Song should stay outside, and replied in a low voice, "I'll be right there."

"Tell Awen to relax, I'm fine, I'll wait for him." Amei winked at me and made a phone call gesture.

I nodded and winked, giving an OK sign.

A few minutes later, I left Amei's hospital room.

Director Song escorted me all the way to the elevator, holding my hand with tears welling up in his eyes: "Xiao Wang, thank you so much. Amei hasn't smiled these past few days... but as soon as you arrived, she started smiling again."

I nodded: "Director Song, Amei will be fine. Don't be harsh with her. Try to comfort her and get her to see a doctor first."

Director Song nodded and then asked, "You mentioned a story from your childhood... is it true?"

"It's fake, I lied to Amei." I shook my head and smiled.

My grandfather had been dead for many years when I was born. He didn't have the ability to come back to life and fight human traffickers.

But my second uncle taught me that if you want others to believe you, your story must be touching and believable!

"Huh, it's fake?" Director Song's mouth dropped open.

I smiled and said, "Director Song, whether it's true or not, Amei believes it and is happy, so we've achieved our goal, right? The story is fake, but the folk remedy is real. In my hometown, many people have been cured by my family's folk remedy."

"That's good."

Director Song pulled me to a secluded spot: "Please go back yourself, prepare the herbs, and bring them back. I'll cover all your travel expenses and lost wages."

As he spoke, Director Song opened his briefcase and reached for the money.

I held down Director Song's hand:

"Director Song, the herbs are really worthless, please don't pay me. I'm busy with some small business deals these days and can't leave right now, but I'll have my family send the herbs over. I won't delay Amei's treatment at all."

"Alright then." Director Song paused, then asked me, "What kind of business are you in?"