Zhuang Youjie still couldn't hold it back, and his expression made Asiya's father even more suspicious.
It seemed that Liang Yuanque's plan was still lacking. He thought that there would be people in Shuizhai who would treat patients out of kindness, but he did not expect that not everyone in Shuizhai would accept it.
The people who came to Shuizhai for help before were people from Luo Chuanshui Town next door. Maybe they were just generous because they were neighbors on the other side.
As for Zhuang Youjie and Liang Yuanque, they looked nothing like fellow villagers from Luo Chuanshui Town. They looked completely different in appearance, accent, and behavior.
In this case, even if he claimed that he was from Luo Chuanshui Town, the man in the water village in front of him would never believe it.
Zhuang Youjie felt that the cold sweat on his back that had just stopped started to break out again.
A Shiya sensed the bad atmosphere between her father and Zhuang Youjie, so she moved her steps carefully, away from Zhuang Youjie, and stood in front of her father.
Ah Shiya's father said a few words to her again in a language Zhuang Youjie couldn't understand, and his tone sounded like he was scolding her.
Then he looked at Zhuang Youjie and said, "If you are unwilling to tell your true origins, then I will call for help. Our compatriots in the village are very united, and help will come soon."
Zhuang Youjie was trembling with fear. He knew very well that the middle-aged man in front of him must be calling people faster than he could run out.
What's more, Liang Yuanque is now in a coma, and he doesn't know what the situation is. Zhuang Youjie can't run fast by himself, and it will be useless to drag him with him.
To outsmart, you must outsmart!
He kept saying this to himself in his mind.
Ah Shiya's father no longer gave him a chance, and turned to the door as if to call someone. Seeing that he could no longer hesitate, Zhuang Youjie grabbed the man's shoulder.
"Wait, let me tell you! We are indeed not from the town across the street. We came here specifically to find you to save our lives!"
The man stopped and did not shout, which seemed to give him another chance to continue.
Although Ashiya's father is about the same height as Zhuang Youjie, he is much stronger than this frail young master. It seems that the doctor in this village also does regular exercises every day.
So he wasn't actually afraid of what Zhuang Youjie would do. A weakling who looked like a formal person and a comatose boy who was still vomiting blood would definitely not pose any danger to him.
Zhuang Youjie's brain was spinning rapidly, thinking of how to tell a touching story that would make people tear up.
The boy who had just helped lead the way with Ashiya seemed to have heard the noise in the wooden building, opened the door and walked in.
"Uncle Musu, what happened?"
It seems that the boy has been standing in front of the door and has not left.
Ashiya's father, Uncle Musu, waved his hand to the boy, "It's nothing, you can go home."
The strange thing is that the communication between the two of them is not like the communication between Mu Su and his daughter, but they use Chinese.
Even though the boy heard what he said, he still looked worried.
Zhuang Youjie noticed that the first time he entered the room, he looked at A Shiya, and then he frequently looked in the direction of A Shiya.
It is obvious that the young man Alang likes this brilliant and beautiful girl.
But this is not something Zhuang Youjie should pay attention to. He is thinking about what reasons he should find.
Although the boy interrupted him, Uncle Mu Su did not forget the quarrel he had just had with Zhuang Youjie.
He no longer paid attention to the boy, but asked A Shiya to bring a chair, and said to Zhuang Youjie, "Come, sit down and talk slowly."
But the tone seemed to say, "Let's see what you can make up."
After Zhuang Youjie sat down, he took a deep breath and turned his head to glance at Liang Yuanque, who was lying quietly on the wooden bed.
"My younger brother has been in poor health since he was a child. All the doctors he has seen say that this is a congenital defect that did not grow well in the mother's womb."
"Originally, the doctor said that my brother was no older than ten years old, but when he was a child, we met a miracle doctor. I don't know medical skills, and I don't know what method the miracle doctor used. He actually cured his disease. He lives to this day."
"But not long ago, he had another health problem, and his past disease recurred. The miracle doctor mentioned your village before he left, so we came here with the idea of giving it a try."
The more Zhuang Youjie talked, the more excited he became. He couldn't help but burst into tears. Even he almost believed it, "Ugh, my brother is a hard-working man. Before he was born, his mother, oh no, his father was gone. Later, he was still alive." My mother died before the full moon was over. It took a lot of effort to survive this long..."
"...We came all the way, trudging through mountains and rivers, we are tired and hungry, and our legs are no longer our own!" At this point, Zhuang Youjie's true feelings were revealed.
He felt that the stories he told were touching and reasonable, and while wiping away his tears, he secretly raised his eyes to look at the person in front of him.
A Shiya looked like a gentle and soft-hearted girl. After listening to his story, her eyes turned red. The boy on the other side also shook his head and sighed, seeming to feel sorry for their "brothers".
But Uncle Musu had a sullen face and no expression.
Zhuang Youjie thought to himself, who are you? I even made myself cry and you don’t feel anything at all?
He was silent, reviewing what he just said in his mind, and suddenly found something wrong in it.
Damn it, Liang Yuanque said before that Shuizhai is a very closed village. Only in recent years have people gradually come out to interact with the town opposite.
He was too nervous when he was making up the story just now, and due to time constraints, he didn't have time to think about many plots in detail.
He just said that he met the miracle doctor in their village outside once upon a time!
After finishing, Zhuang Youjie turned around and glanced at Liang Yuanque, who had his eyes closed, thinking that if he ran and called Mr. Wonton, would he rush in to save them?
In other words, can they persist under the beating and kicking until the uncle arrives?
Just when he couldn't help but think wildly, Uncle Mu Su, who had always had a tense expression, finally spoke, "What does the miracle doctor you mentioned look like?"
Zhuang Youjie's brain became sharper than ever in a crisis environment, and he immediately felt that there was still a chance for a turn in this matter.
Just now, Mu Su was silent, not because she was doubting him, but because she was really thinking about his words.
Maybe he hit on something by chance.
For example, there used to be a maverick miracle doctor in Shuizhai who liked to sneak out of the village and save people everywhere to leave his name.
But at the same time, he also knew that although this seemed to be a trick, he would still be wrong if he said too much, and he had to be more careful.
So he pretended to think for a moment and replied to Mu Su, "Well, I was very young at the time and I don't remember exactly what the miracle doctor looked like, but his dress was almost similar to yours."
Mu Su listened to his story and nodded gently, "The person you are talking about is probably my father."
Wha, what?
Zhuang Youjie felt that if he had the chance, he should go to the gambling house and kill for thirty rounds. After all, no one else was as lucky as him!
