Dingbei Hou's doctor brother

Chapter 139 Boy

The crowd slowly dispersed. Lu Ziqing looked around and walked slowly across the street. He searched for a long time but couldn't find his target.

As the sky gradually darkened, he walked across the wooden bridge and stopped at the end of the bridge, which was a fork in the road.

Down the slope of the alley on the right is the Scenic Lake. At this moment, groups of people and children are jumping and skipping towards the lake.

The straight road ahead is the North Street Market.

Lu Ziqing looked at the lanterns gradually lighting up in the attics and shops around him, and couldn't help but think of the abducted women.

If the princess is not found tonight, she will most likely be raped and taken out of the city, and sold outside the pass like those women, and her life or death will be determined by heaven.

Xiao Yan and Lang Si will both be held accountable, and neither of them can escape along with Shuntian Prefecture. Time is running out, so where is that child?

Lu Ziqing was thinking to himself, hesitating for a moment when looking at the fork in the road, and then thought, the lame child should not go to the lake at this time.

So he walked straight across the street, and when he was about to reach the first pastry shop, he suddenly felt a tightness in his lower back.

Lu Ziqing turned his head and saw a boy pulling at his clothes. He looked listless, with a big scar on his face, and his clothes were rather worn.

He was suddenly excited and quickly glanced at the boy's feet. His left foot lightly touched the ground.

It's this kid!

Lu Ziqing turned sideways and asked softly, "What's wrong, kid?"

The boy said listlessly, "Pretty sister, my father is sick and lying in bed. He has nothing to eat or drink, and no money to see a doctor. I have difficulty walking. Can you please save my father?"

Lu Ziqing touched the boy's hair, squatted down and asked, "Where's your mother? Is there no one else at home?"

The boy's eyes turned red and mist formed, which soon gathered into tears, swaying gently with the orange lantern light.

"I... I don't have a mother, only a father. Sister, please be kind and save my father."

Lu Ziqing: "Where do you live?"

The boy turned sideways and pointed to the alley behind him which was not too dark.

"It's right in the alley."

Lu Ziqing looked around and saw that it was not far away, just a few steps away.

"Haven't you eaten yet? I'll buy you some sesame cakes and then go with you to see your dad, okay?"

The boy nodded seriously.

Yang Zhounan stood on the other side of the bridge, watching Lu Ziqing buy sesame cakes, and said to the people behind him.

"The target appears."

Su Chengfeng was startled when he heard this. He took the change from the boss with a bun in his mouth and immediately leaned forward.

He stared across the bridge, took a bun from a paper bag, and casually stuffed it into the mouth of the person next to him.

Yang Zhounan was caught off guard by this sudden action and the hot bun burned his lips. He subconsciously cried out and quickly reached out to catch it.

Turning my head to the side, I saw the abuser was calm. He took the bun in his mouth and took a big bite, talking while chewing.

"After following for a while, I finally saw hope."

Yang Zhounan looked at the man's seriousness, pinched a handful of the bun in his hand, and put it in his mouth to eat.

I was in a hurry to find clues at noon, and I didn't eat anything except this bun all day, so I was hungry.

Su Chengfeng stared straight ahead and finished half a bag of buns in a short while. Yang Zhounan couldn't keep up with him and choked.

He picked up the kettle and took a few big gulps, but finally managed to stop choking. He wiped the water stains from the corner of his lips with his backhand, looked at the foodie and asked.

"You're eating so much dry food, won't you choke? Drink some water before you eat."

Su Chengfeng finally glanced at him with a hint of disgust.

"Everyone is like you, tall and strong, with a throat thinner than a finger. Food gets stuck in your throat when you eat, and you chew slowly like a girl."

After he finished complaining, he took the kettle, gulped down a few gulps, and continued eating.

"Hey, You……"

"They're leaving, follow them!"

Yang Zhounan was about to retort when Su Chengfeng quickly slapped him on the arm and walked across the bridge.

There were only two lanterns lit in the alley. The boy limped and led Lu Ziqing to the last house.

He pushed the door open and was met with a musty stench, which made Lu Ziqing frown and hold his nose.

The light in the corridor was dim, and the boy picked up the hoe that had fallen on the ground and put it in the corner, feeling a little embarrassed.

"Sister, my family is not good, please don't despise me."

"I don't mind it."

Lu Ziqing lowered his head and walked inside, stepping over the spider webs that had fallen from the floor.

The boy went into the room and turned on the light. The walls were mottled, moldy and cracked, and there were two chipped porcelain bowls on the table against the wall.

Lu Ziqing glanced around the dimly lit room, pointed to the inner room, and asked, "Is your father in there?"

The boy said "hmm" and walked into the inner room, and Lu Ziqing followed behind.

A little light came in from outside the small window. The small bed was bare without a mosquito net, and a man in his forties was lying on it.

He has a square face, is thin, and has sunken eye sockets.

He heard someone come in, opened his eyes, looked at the boy and said weakly.

"Afu, did you buy anything to eat?"

Ah Fu stood by the bed against the light, his face sunk in the shadows. He shook his head and took out two copper coins from his arms.

"I want to save these two copper coins to buy medicine for my father."

The old father held Ah Fu's hand and said, "Silly boy, it's okay for me to take care of myself first."

After he finished speaking, he seemed to notice that there was someone standing at the door, and looked past Ah Fu.

"Afu, are there any guests?"

Ah Fu glanced at Lu Ziqing and said to his old father, "This kind sister bought us some sesame cakes."

Lu Ziqing walked over and put two bags of pancakes on the broken wooden cabinet.

"What's your name, uncle? I heard from Ah Fu that you're sick. I know a little bit about medicine, so I can help you."

"My last name is Zheng." The uncle yawned, wiped his tears and said politely.

"Thank you, young lady. I'm sorry for the expense. I've had this problem for years, so it doesn't matter whether I see a doctor or not."

Ah Fu limped outwards. Lu Ziqing said, "It's alright. I'm here now, so I have to take a look."

Uncle Zheng raised his hand to refuse, and Lu Ziqing took his wrist and felt his pulse, thinking secretly in his heart.

He looks listless, pale and thin, with a weak pulse, and he yawns all the time...

Lu Ziqing put down his wrist and asked in an inquiring tone.

"Uncle Zheng's five internal organs are all failing, as if he has been suffering from long-term chronic poisoning."

Uncle Zheng's expression changed slightly, and then he explained naturally.

"My family was poor, and I couldn't afford good food. I gradually became ill. I had no money to buy medicine, so I often made herbal remedies myself. I wasn't sure if they worked, but I guess I took too much and that's why I'm like this."

Lu Ziqing didn't want to expose him, so he just agreed with what he said.

"That's right. Many people don't understand herbal medicine, and taking too much of it carelessly can be harmful to their health."

As he was speaking, he heard the sound of footsteps walking and dragging behind him. He turned around and saw Ah Fu bringing him a bowl of tea.

The tea was steaming, swaying in the bowl and spilling onto Ah Fu's hands.

"Sister, I don't have anything to offer you at home. Please have some tea."

Lu Ziqing quickly took the bowl and smiled, "Afu, you don't have to be so polite. I'm not thirsty."

As he was about to put the tea bowl on the cabinet next to him, Ah Fu stopped him.

"Sister, you bought us sesame cakes and came to visit Dad. If you don't mind the crudeness of this tea, please have a sip. We have no way to repay you."

"Yes, the girl is kind-hearted." Uncle Zheng continued.

"We don't have anything to offer you at home. This tea was given to me by a kind-hearted person when Ah Fu was away a while ago. You can drink it without worry, young lady. It's just not as good as the things you have in your wealthy families."

There was most likely something wrong with the tea, and since the father and son were so sincere, they had no choice but to drink it now.

Lu Ziqing said with a smile, "Uncle Zheng, that's not what you said. Thank you for the tea, Ah Fu."

On the surface of the dim tea, there were some undissolved powders floating around.

He brought the bowl close to his mouth. Besides the smell of tea, there was also a faint fragrance in the hot steam.

The sky outside the house darkened, and the alley was dim and quiet. The only sound was the noise from the street outside, and the occasional barking of dogs from not far away.

Yang Zhounan stood behind the wall not far away, his eyes fixed on the black lacquered wooden door, and Su Chengfeng's voice rang in his ears.

"Where are the Marquis and Lord Lang? Why don't I see them?"

Yang Zhounan turned his head and suddenly saw a profile standing in front of him. Su Chengfeng was very close and could smell his scent.

It was such a sudden moment.

Yang Zhounan's heart skipped a beat. He stood there in a daze without saying a word. He just watched the man blinking from time to time and looking up and down the alley.