I Can Hear the Heart's Voice of Traditional Chinese Medicine-Chapter 433 - 179: I’m Done Serving You from Today On

Fan Qiyun felt as if she had been struck by lightning, her entire body rigid and stiff.

Her bloodshot eyes widened with an emotion of sheer disbelief.

All along, Fan Qiyun thought her parents were just relentlessly squeezing her dry, leeching off her because the family used to be poor and they wanted some security and assurance in their old age.

So whenever her mom asked for money, under various pretenses, if she had any on hand, she almost never hesitated to give; she would give everything she could, even if it meant leaving herself barely enough to get by, she never uttered a word of complaint.

But she never imagined her parents could be so biased to this extent.

Even speaking such words for the so-called useless brother of hers.

Fan Qiyun felt as if her chest had been pummeled by a heavy hammer, her heart gripped tightly by filthy hands, as if the air around had been sucked out completely, leaving her breathless and a wave of despair quickly spreading through her.

"Fan Qiyun, just tell me whether you’re giving the money or not. If not, I’ll consider I never had a daughter," her mom’s words kept ringing relentlessly beside her ears, further dragging Fan Qiyun into despair, leaving her looking at her own mother as if for the first time.

Heartbroken.

Fan Qiyun felt as if her heart had shattered.

She never thought her own mother would utter such heart-wrenching words.

This made the already resentful Fan Qiyun burn with anger amid her heartbreak, and in the next moment she shouted at the top of her lungs, "Mom, I really don’t want to argue about your favoritism, nor do I blame you, but saying such things is truly hurtful. Over the years, the money I’ve given you, the money spent on your son, have you ever counted it?"

"I won’t even mention anything else. The down payment of fifty to sixty thousand for the house you’re living in now was entirely from me, and the monthly mortgage of five to six thousand is solely borne by me, along with monthly living expenses for you. When your son graduated and wanted to buy a car, I paid fifteen thousand all by myself, and when I didn’t have enough, I borrowed from colleagues to make up the full amount, and I repaid it all myself, never asking you or your son for a dime."

"From the time I graduated until now, adding up the money spent on the house, the car, and subsidies given, it’s no less than a hundred fifty thousand. I’m merely an average doctor; if it wasn’t for occasional gigs as a Flying Knife, where would I have so much money to support you all?"

"Moreover, from the time he entered university, all his living expenses, tuition fees, and even the money for his flings, were all paid by me. And now, for his wedding, I have to cover the dowry and house purchase again? You think less than a million is feasible?"

"I’m just a doctor, not a money-printing machine, and I don’t have that much money for your son to squander. In order to help him find a job, I humbled myself and sought favor from numerous friends, treating them to countless meals. I’m a deputy head physician yet I had to act like a lackey, and in the end, he directly quit, saying it was exhausting."

"In the current job market, where can you earn money without effort? Was he born with a golden spoon in his mouth? I have to pull all-nighters to perform surgeries, and even then I only earn a few hundred to a thousand for each operation. Does he expect to find a job where he earns tens of thousands just by sitting in a company all day?"

"Over the years, I won’t even talk about how much I’ve spent on you and dad, but solely for your son, I’ve easily given over thirty-thousand dollars. I’m just his sister, not his parent. Let me tell you, I owe him nothing, nor do I owe you guys."

"Besides, I don’t have any money."

"If he doesn’t have money, then he shouldn’t get married. And as for a house? He should earn it himself."

That last sentence, Fan Qiyun almost shouted out loud.

She was aware of her parents’ preference for sons over daughters, and she didn’t want to criticize it since society was like that back then. Everyone thought daughters were just born to serve another family, only sons mattered. So from childhood till now, she never felt much fatherly or motherly love.

Especially after her brother was born, she felt even more sidelined at home.

The only remaining room in the house was given to her brother, so she had to sleep and study in the living room.

But she had put up with all of this.

She didn’t care about favoritism anymore, she was used to it.

She had made it through the hardest times without saying a word, not even shedding a tear, always with a smile on her face, full of hope for life.

But at this moment, Fan Qiyun felt an immense sense of grievance in her heart.

All the sacrifices she had made over the years seemed washed away by water.

In her parents’ eyes, the money she gave wasn’t even seen as money, nor the house as a house. To them, Fan Qiyun was merely an ATM, obligated to provide for them financially whenever they needed, even if it meant borrowing money.

Fan Qiyun had thought her efforts might make her parents treat her better, value her more, but instead, it only resulted in even more exploitation.

Seeing that Fan Qiyun seemed angry, there was a moment of silence from the other side.

But thinking about the money needed for their son’s wedding and house, her mother gritted her teeth and said, "Qiyun, after all, he’s your biological brother. Now that he’s finally found a good girl, you can’t just let him stay single, can you? Your brother has cried several times in front of me, saying if there’s no house, the girl won’t marry him. As his mother, I can’t just watch him remain a bachelor, can I?"

Fan Qiyun laughed; it was still the same old routine, the same old formula, never changing.