The young man who was so ill that he was listless on weekdays actually stayed at Han Jiangling's house. The old man who drove the car was very grateful. After all, he had been seeking medical advice for the young man for many years. How can there be any spare money left? I wear single clothes in winter and old robes in summer. Counting the time, I have not changed into new clothes for probably six or seven years, but the young man's illness has never shown any signs of improvement.
Han Jiangling has nothing to do. Except for a few days every month when he goes out to find a living and collect money, he spends the rest of his time in his monastery. Children sometimes come here, and he often needs to add a few new things to his face. There were bruises and bruises, but they never said where they came from, and there was no need to say it. Han Jiangling was careless, but he had a city character, so there was no need to speculate. Knowing that the child's injury must be related to that very bitter, mean and bullying woman.
Strangely enough, this woman was clearly pregnant, and her belly was swollen day by day, but her strength did not decrease at all.
In the first two days, there was a deep scar about half a palm long on the child's forehead. The blood couldn't stop no matter what. Han Jiangling asked the old driver who lived here temporarily to take the child to the hospital. The bleeding was stopped and no unnecessary symptoms occurred.
Although Waibing City is considered to be the poorest area in Feng City, fortunately, Feng City has been prosperous for many years. Although it has shown some decline now, it is not as rich as in the past when everyone in the city was rich, but it is better than outside the city. , but it is precisely because of this that in the outermost city of the three cities of Waibing, the money demanded by the doctor of the traditional Chinese medicine clinic can be said to be quite generous.
If it is a minor illness, it is easier to explain, but if it is a cold or a suspected illness, money will be like running water. No matter how wealthy people in the city set foot in a medical clinic, they will be peeled and cramped, and a few pieces will be cut off. It takes years and months to develop the flesh, flesh, and fat before you can barely escape.
What's more, if you go to a medical clinic to find a doctor, there is no way that medicine can cure the disease. Many people in the city are suffering from diseases. Even if they spend all their wealth, it is still difficult to find a way out from the gate of hell and return to the sun, and they will waste their wealth in vain.
Looking at it from the perspective of Han Jiangling who has been almost a doctor for many years, not to mention the doctor in the Outer B City, even in the Inner City, this young man with a face that is always lifeless wants to make the disease disappear. Going there is undoubtedly a fantasy. In the past, there were always a lot of people in the city who died from cold and cold diseases. There were a sea of graves outside the city. In the end, it only made the so-called doctors and masters in Waibing City have fatter and swollen bellies. Even the people who had always been rich in the city, If you look into your family background carefully, you may not be as rich as an ordinary doctor in a medical clinic.
Not to mention, the young man stayed in the medical center for a few days, and other than hearing some vague words, the cause of the disease was completely unknown.
Han Jiangling does have some wealth, but even the children who have known him for a long time do not know what Han Jiangling does for a living. Although he has little wealth, he is not willing to do anything for this young man who sees no way to survive. .
It can be said to be the most benevolent thing. After all, for this terminally ill young man to have such a place to stay, it is already considered a kind heart of Han Jiangling. If he borrows money from himself again, it will be a little unreasonable, and no one is rich. Family, if asking for money can really help people escape from poverty and disease, there is some truth, but if you see a person who is about to die, and then owe others a piece of money, in anyone's eyes, it is a loss-making business. .
The young man's surname was Chu, but the old man driving the car was surnamed Lu. Sometimes when young people return from the hospital, Han Jiangling and this very strange two people and children eat together, and they can always change their places from the dishes.
I could see some unspoken expectations of Old Man Lu. He was cautious in his words and deeds, and he always had to search his intestines and stomach to find a few words of extremely dry flattery in his barren belly. He picked an inappropriate time and handed it to Han. In Jiang Ling's ears, it was a pity that just like when he first entered Fengcheng, the timing was not a good one, and flattery was not always wise and appropriate. Instead, it always left several people speechless for a long time.
Poor people are always cautious and constrained in their thoughts, just like Han Jiangling did when he had not yet established his own business. They have bad intentions and the barriers are very strong, so how can they feel at ease at all? But seeing that Old Man Lu has become more and more sad recently, he is already aware of the money in his pocket, and has become more and more shy. How long he can withstand sending it to the hospital every day is probably written on his face, let alone adding another sum of money to go out. Looking for money to borrow when staying in Dijie, the old man was a little concerned about his face. Even though he knew that Han Jiangling was a rare kind-hearted person, he still hoped that he could lend him some money.
Even the children could see some of the old man's thoughts, but to Han Jiangling's expectation, the children said nothing this time, so the hope in the old man's eyes became dimmed day by day.
A few days ago, Han Jiangling's old illness came again with force. He couldn't see for three days, couldn't move his limbs for one day, and couldn't hear any noise for two days. It wasn't until today that he felt relieved, and he no longer stayed at the mansion. Instead of taking a break, he put on his clothes and went out early, walked outside a small building in the dewy weather, took out a few coins, drank two bowls of beancurd, and sat down to wait.
By this time, Waibing City had woken up, and there were many shirtless people who lived by their strength. They were also sitting not far from Han Jiangling, either filling their bellies or starting to drink morning wine. But Han Jiangling I have never been a drinker, especially when I went out to make a living, and I was even more reluctant to drink. I don’t know whether it was because I had seen the ugly appearance of drunk people in the streets several times in my early years, or I was tired of hearing about my parents’ troubles due to drinking. After making a lot of noise, I drank a bowl of bean curd and looked silently into the small building. I didn't wait until there was fragrance dust blowing on the second floor of the small building, then I slowly stepped forward to climb the stairs, which immediately provoked many strong men behind me to ridicule and curse.
Many people in Waibing City know that there is a woman living in the small building, and they also know that this woman has a very important background. She is probably closely related to the adults in the government office, but they have never entered that person's house. She settled in this small building three years ago. People in black robes can often be seen entering the small building at night, and there are always a few guards who look like practicing family members left outside the small building. After climbing the building, the one with the appearance and figure is the best among foreign Bingsan. Women in the city always cover up the window lattice on the third floor of the small building with their own hands. When men come and go outside, they see him painting his eyebrows and hair, and he is extremely envious of the man who wears a black robe to hide his face.
So now that Han Jiangling is strutting up the stairs, he will naturally attract many people to slander and curse, and perhaps even more jealous. They whisper that they are afraid that the woman has fallen in love with such a good-looking young man, and there are many mixed words, no matter what The cover-up fell into the ears of Han Jiangling, but Han Jiangling didn't want to pay attention to it. He stepped up the small building step by step and saw the woman who didn't apply any makeup. She bowed slightly as a courtesy.
"You are young and in such poor health. You spend three days fishing and two days in the sun. If you weren't so handy, this job that many people are envious of would probably not be available to someone as lazy as you, Han Jiangling. Do it." It was obvious that Han Jiangling had not been seen for many days. The woman was very angry. Glancing at the man in front of her, she knew that it was difficult to see any trouble in his eyebrows. It seemed that she was asking for trouble and unknowingly added to the trouble. Partly ashamed and annoyed, I glared at the man.
"If you don't come forward and obey, are you still waiting for me to come to you? You have been working for me for a long time, and you have forgotten the rules. There are many capable people in the city, but you are not necessarily the only one, Han. Jiang Ling can do it alone." Han Jiangling didn't even frown, and took two slow steps to sit in front of the woman.
"That's natural. I'm not willing to live with money, and I dare to ask the blue and white girl where she is going to do her errands this time." The clothes rustled, and the end of the woman's fragrant hair slightly brushed Han Jiangling's cheek, and the latter drooped His eyelids were silent, but he still tilted his head imperceptibly.
In Waibing City, fishes and geese are falling, but the woman is not alone in admiring herself. It has never been unusual for dignitaries and dignitaries to come to the small building for many years to have fun. The woman also has some ulterior motives, and she doesn't know who she has a relationship with. It was precisely because of people like Han Jiangling that he brought into his own business a business related to collecting money and accounts in Waibing City. He went to use gracious and powerful means to collect the money owed to him. Seventy percent of the money must be returned to the government, and the remaining thirty percent must be returned to the government. In addition to always being filial to adults, most of them use it to paint eyebrows and burn incense, or recruit thugs like Han Jiangling.
I have to say that with this business, it is much better than selling smiles in a small building. Everyone has to deal with the old age, and Fu Guiru does have some abilities, let alone giving these positions The prices paid by people who come to collect debts are quite fair.
"Why, my aunt is not worthy of a sick boy like you?" It was at the time when Han Jiangling turned his head that Fu Guiru noticed some changes in the former's mind and did not retreat. Instead, she raised her eyebrows and came forward, almost touching her chest. Pressing on the man's face, he smiled slightly provocatively,
"In this Waibing City, who wouldn't want to come here and have a kiss? Even the unworthy men outside the door tower stretch their necks every day, wishing that I could take advantage of the time when I closed the windows. , looking at you with a sly look, you are just a 30-year-old medicine pot, why do you look down on me?"
"So what if you like it, so what if you don't like it." Han Jiangling found it funny, so he asked casually.
"If you like it, you don't need to go out to ask for account books today. You should cover the window lattice and see the good scenes outside the world. But if you don't like it, you will continue to do business as usual in the future, which will be a lot of trouble." The woman's words didn't seem to be false at all. As long as she raised her eyes for a moment, probably no one in the world would be able to walk out of this building.
In the front line of Fengcheng, just where the main palace of the middle city was, clouds and mist suddenly rose. Han Jiangling walked downstairs, holding a ledger in his hand, and looked up at the sky above Neijia City, which was far away. He always felt that the inexplicable cloud and mist was very annoying.
Probably like the girl upstairs looking at me now.
