"Brother, brother, what's wrong with you? Don't scare me!"
The servants had just finished eating when Wen Jin's exclamation came from the house.
Qingtan and others ran into the house and saw Wen Shengjun "cough cough..." and then spit out a mouthful of blood.
"Young Master!" Shitou was so frightened that he knelt down.
Changbai also knelt down.
Qingtan's eyes flashed, and she followed them to kneel in front of Wen Shengjun's wheelchair.
"Brother...how could this happen? I took you out because I wanted you to live more comfortably...don't let anything happen to you!" Wen Jin blinked and tears fell.
There was blood on Wen Shengjun's mouth, his pale face, and the bright red blood, which was particularly dazzling.
"Brother is very happy to be able to live here and live freely for these days. I am very happy..."
Wen Shengjun gave Wen Jin all the relics his mother had left him, as if he was settling his affairs.
He divided his remaining private money into three parts and gave them to Changbai, Shitou and Qingtan.
"You have been following me for so long... I don't have a good future, and I don't want to delay you any longer. Our master and servant... can only go so far."
"While I am still breathing, you should each find a good way out. Otherwise, if I leave, I will drag you down to guard me for a few months."
"let's go……"
Wen Shengjun seemed to have spent all his life's energy.
After saying that, he closed his eyes tiredly.
Shitou and Changbai refused to leave, "I will guard the young master! Not to mention a few months, even three years!"
"My slave almost starved to death on the street back then. If it weren't for the kindness of the young master, my slave would have died! My slave won't leave!" Shitou cried.
"Don't howl, don't disturb big brother." Wen Jin said coldly while crying.
The three people sniffed and wept silently.
"Let's go, you know my eldest brother's temper. He will never change his decision."
"You guys can find a good way out so that my eldest brother can feel at ease..."
Wen Jin was choked and couldn't speak.
Qingtan, who had been silent until now, suddenly knelt down and kowtowed three times "Bang Bang Bang".
"The eldest lady is right, the little man needs the eldest young master to take care of him. Now, we can't ask the eldest young master to worry about the little man anymore..."
He kowtowed, cried, bowed and bowed out.
Wen Jin nodded to Banxia, who immediately and quietly exited.
Qingtan returned to the servant's room and suddenly felt chest tightness and shortness of breath.
He patted his chest, and the feeling of shortness of breath became stronger.
"Cough cough cough..." A violent cough soon broke out in the servant's room.
Qingtan quickly took out the medicine hidden under the quilt. There was no water in the teapot, so he swallowed the medicine powder dry.
The powder stuck to his throat, and his throat felt extremely itchy, "Cough, cough, cough..."
He felt like he was about to cough his lungs out.
Qingtan felt so uncomfortable that he hurriedly left the house.
It was completely dark now, and almost all the shops on the road were closed.
Qingtan went straight to the nearest drug store.
The drugstore clerk is coming to the door.
"Wait! Doctor, is doctor here?"
"It's closed, come back tomorrow morning!" the boy said.
"Can't wait until tomorrow morning! Come on, cough cough cough..." There was another violent cough.
The scene of Wen Shengjun coughing up large mouthfuls of blood... suddenly appeared in front of Qingtan's eyes.
His face became more and more ugly, and Wen Shengjun's face in his mind seemed to have become his face, "Call the doctor quickly!"
"Okay, okay, don't worry!" The young man put down the door panel and led him into the consulting room.
It's a coincidence.
On a normal day, the doctor would have left before dark, but today I have been procrastinating on writing the medical record, and now I have even encountered an "emergency".
"Doctor, save me! Save me! Cough, cough, cough..." Qingtan burst into tears when she saw the old doctor.
"Don't worry, I'll take your pulse." The old doctor was not surprised at all.
After checking his pulse for a moment, the old doctor stroked his beard and looked at him suspiciously, "Young man is young, but he has been exposed to chronic cold poison for a long time?"
Qingtan's face instantly turned pale, "Poisoned?"
"Exactly." The old doctor nodded.
"Impossible! I have been taking the antidote!" Qingtan's lips trembled.
The old doctor sneered, "Who told you that there is an antidote to this chronic cold poison? Don't you know that it's three parts of the medicine that is poison? Are you still taking the antidote? Do you know that you are adding poison to poison? A good person, Is there any reason to take medicine every day? What about eating?"
"Then... what should we do now? You have to save me, I'm still young..." Qingtan's eyes were filled with fear.
The old doctor sighed and shook his head, "Do you have any relatives at home?"
"What's the meaning?"
"Time is running out, let's prepare for the funeral." The old doctor said and put away the medical records for pulse diagnosis, not even asking for the diagnosis fee.
"Ah? No...no way, you have to save me!" Qingtan grabbed the old doctor.
"Do you think I'm a god?" The old doctor took his hand away.
Qingtan begged again and again, but the old doctor was firm and determined.
Qingtan left the drug store in despair.
The old doctor looked towards the screen in the room, "Girl..."
Banxia walked out from behind the screen and handed the old doctor a heavy piece of silver, "Thank you very much."
Qingtan was not angry. After walking along the road for a long time, she came across another medical clinic with lights on.
He dived in again...
After a stick of incense, he stumbled out of the medical center with a ghost-like expression on his face.
He didn't pay attention, tripped over the threshold, and fell to the ground.
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu" Qingtan lay on the ground and cried.
The night wind blew by.
The treetops made a whining sound, like a ghost crying.
All the shops on the street turned off their lights, and except for the faint moonlight, the streets were dark, not even a ghost could be seen.
Qingtan shook violently and did not dare to cry anymore, so she quickly got up.
Swish——
A black shadow flashed ahead.
"Ghost..." Qingtan almost screamed.
He quickly covered his mouth and cowered behind the stone pillar at the entrance of the alley in fear.
He squatted there holding his knees, his teeth chattering with fear.
A long black shadow was cast on the wall near him.
The black shadows swayed in the wind, getting closer and closer.
Qingtan covered her mouth tightly, so frightened that she almost burst into tears.
"We need to get rid of the root. Although he helped us with the matter, he also knew our secret, so... we can't stay. He must die, do you understand?"
A hoarse and gloomy voice came.
Qingtan felt cold all over and couldn't stop trembling all over.
"Understood!" another voice said.
Qingtan was shaking so hard that she made a slight movement.
"Who's there?!" a voice shouted.
Qingtan was so scared that she bit her lower lip and closed her eyes tightly.
Dead, dead... He is going to die.
After a while, he felt that the dark wind and the black shadow seemed to have disappeared.
He slowly opened his eyes... The two ghost figures had disappeared without knowing when.
"You have to remove the roots...can't you keep them?" Qingtan murmured to herself, "It turns out...that's not the antidote at all. She didn't want me to live at all!"
"Thankfully I still believe her... she betrayed the eldest young master! Before the eldest young master died, he still wanted to give us money and arrange a way out for us!"
"She is really cruel... I can't survive, and you can't live in peace either! I won't let her go even if I'm a ghost!"
