“We can barely afford to put food on the table! Where would we get the money to hire a doctor? Chloe, do you have any money?”
Suddenly, Brandon roared, “I don't need her money!”
“Taylor, please go borrow some money for medical expenses from someone else. Once I'm better and back home, I'll repay them double!”
Taylor sighed and walked out with me.
I asked her, “Are you going to borrow money?”
“Borrow money? I'm not going to get into debt for some random stranger! Who knows if what he says is even true? What if I heal him and he runs off? Who would I ask for the money then?”
“Then what are you going to do?”
“I’ll go gather some herbs for him. Whether he lives or dies depends on his own fate. I already saved him—he should be grateful to me. And he still wants me to borrow money to treat his injuries? Dream on!”
Brandon had incredible luck. Even though Taylor only slapped some hemostatic herbs on him, he miraculously survived. But since his leg bone wasn't set properly, he became permanently lame.
Two months later, I saw him again. He stood at Taylor's doorstep with a backpack slung over his shoulder, saying goodbye to her.