The scene he saw in front of him was very unfamiliar to Wu Yinquan.
He even took a few steps back and checked the location of the cell again and again before finally confirming that he was not in the wrong place. This is really the notorious "private room" in the prison, not a model prison cell used to fool Shangguan.
Wu Yinquan wondered if the man had been beaten to death. The bad guys deliberately concealed it as if he was sleeping to avoid responsibility.
He was about to go out and call other jailers over - he really didn't dare to go in and pick up someone by himself.
Turning around, the jailer Old Ding came over carrying something.
When I got closer, I saw that what I was holding was a plate with a roasted chicken, two white-flour steamed buns, and even a jug of wine!
"Good old man!" Wu Yinquan stretched out his hand to pull the drumstick: "Who is this, so loose and easy? You have rolled a lot of oil, haven't you?"
"Songkuai" outside means "comfortable", but in prison it means "willing to spend money".
"Boiling" is also a slang term in prison, which means accepting bribes.
Old Ding held the food plate to one side, avoiding Wu Yinquan's hand, and said with a smile: "Boss, let me get Mr. Qin something to eat."
Wu Yinquan's half-stretched hand froze for a moment, feeling a little unhappy.
He asked himself that he was very kind to his jailers on weekdays, allowing them to have sex in private, and not just looking after himself like other small prison guards. This time I asked him to see it, and it was a very reasonable request to share some profits.
But this old man seems to be so ignorant!
"You won't let me eat a chicken leg?" he asked with a sullen face.
It was too dark in the cell, so Lao Ding didn't pay much attention to Wu Yinquan's expression. He just said with a complacent smile: "Mr. Qin is a clean person. If you got it, you might not eat it. I didn't pay for this meal." , it was collected by the group in the private room. I didn’t have enough money to buy wine, so I added some more. I’ll treat you to something else later.”
Wu Yinquan was even more surprised now, and even forgot to stay angry.
Those rotten people in the "private rooms" are all rough-skinned and thick-skinned, and they would not be willing to spit out half of the money even if they were cut with a knife, so they were all packed into the "local private rooms".
Asking them to pool their money to buy food and drinks is like squeezing oil from the cracks in the rocks.
"What Mr. Qin?" He couldn't help asking.
"I only found out this morning. The prisoner sent in yesterday is Director Qin of Zeren Medical Center in the west of the city! The son who inherited Mr. Qin's legacy."
"He's Mr. Qin's son?" Wu Yinquan's eyes widened.
Mr. Qin is a figure that everyone in Yue City knows and knows. Not just because of his superb medical skills and his ability to save lives and heal the wounded. It also lies in his benevolence as a healer.
Benevolence does not mean that he does not charge for medical visits. In fact, Mr. Qin charges so much that other people simply cannot afford to hire him.
But his Zeren Medical Clinic treats a large number of poor people who have no money to seek medical treatment every year.
Whenever there is a disaster somewhere in the city of Yuecheng or an area attacked by ferocious beasts, Zeren Medical Center will be the first to donate.
Not to mention things like helping orphans and giving porridge to beggars and asking for medicine.
The high medical fees collected by Mr. Qin were all used in these areas.
Many of his disciples and grandchildren were homeless orphans. He not only provided for their livelihood, but also taught them skills so that they could become independent.
All in all, in Yuecheng, there may be people who have never seen Mr. Qin, but there is no one who has not heard of Mr. Qin.
Wu Yinquan is certainly no exception.
"Yes!" Old Ding was a little excited: "My father's survival to this day is all thanks to Mr. Qin!"
Seeing this old man's rare expression of excitement, Wu Yinquan suddenly understood why the famous private room was so harmonious now.
He unconsciously turned sideways and let Lao Ding walk over.
Old Ding passed the food tray into the cell through the small window and cursed in a dirty voice: "Hold it carefully! You rotten bastards!"
The people inside didn't mind at all and took the food plate with a smile: "It smells so good!"
"Damn it, how long has it been since you had chicken?"
"Quick, quick, give me a sniff!"
A group of rude bad guys walked to the bedside where Qin Nianmin was sleeping soundly, but their voices softened: "Mr. Qin? Mr. Qin? Get up and eat."
Qin Nianmin stood up and sat on the bed. Wu Yinquan saw a black ball in the corner of his eye. It seemed that he had suffered a lot when he first entered the cell.
The man next to him placed the food plate in his hand: "Eat, Mr. Qin."
There was a sound of drooling in the room.
Wu Yinquan couldn't help but think about how much virtue it was to have a group of prisoners who could never be considered good people treat him so sincerely.
Qin Nianmin is also in his fifties. Due to proper maintenance, although his hair is slightly frosty, his face does not look old.
But he looked haggard at the moment, and he didn't touch the roast chicken. He just tore the white-flour steamed bun into strips and ate them one bite at a time.
It didn't feel like eating, but more like forcing myself to do something mechanically.
"Why do you want to eat if you don't want to eat?" Wu Yinquan asked outside the cell.
Qin Nianmin didn't look at who was asking, and didn't even turn his head. He just said, "I want to live."
"Mr. Qin's son shouldn't break the law." Wu Yinquan couldn't help but ask: "Why did you come in? The person who handed you over spoke in a mess, and you couldn't understand it."
Qin Nianmin turned to look at him for a while this time, his eyes were very sad: "You are not very bad, I don't want to harm you."
Wu Yinquan shut his mouth knowingly.
After so many years in prison, he knew too well that it was best not to know things that he shouldn't know.
Qin Nianmin obviously had something like that on his back. So even though he had such a respected father, he still entered here.
Thinking of this, Wu Yinquan asked again: "Do you need me to bring anything to Mr. Qin?"
In his opinion, Mr. Qin's son was certainly worth his while.
But as soon as he said these words, Qin Nianmin, who had an aura of being aloof even in a place like a cell, suddenly put down his food plate and burst into tears.
A man in his fifties cried like a child.
…
Wu Yinquan left the prison in despair and followed Lao Ding to the west of the city.
Mr. Qin is ninety years old, so he has a long life.
Birth, old age, illness and death are all human nature. The people of Yuecheng should be mentally prepared for his departure.
But when that day finally came, it was still so hard to accept!
The reason why Wu Yinquan was devastated was that he knew very well that he was not a good person, but he also knew very well that there were few pure good people like Mr. Qin in the past, and there would be even fewer in the future!
Even bad people don’t want to live in a world full of bad people.
When Wu Yinquan and Lao Ding came to the vicinity of Zeren Medical Center in the west of the city, they stopped.
The whole long street was covered with wreaths and the ground was covered with white sacrificial flowers. But there were few people.
Given Mr. Qin's current status, there should be a lot of traffic outside the door. Why are there only flowers for sacrifices all over the street?
It looked creepy.
Full of doubts, Wu Yinquan and Lao Ding walked along the long street until they reached the door of Zeren Medical Center.
The door was closed, and a banner hung at the door——
[There is an infectious disease inside, so no memorial service is allowed. 】
Just this sentence, nothing more.
Accompanying it is a long empty street, ten miles of plain.
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