Heart Survey

Chapter 267
The scene in front of him made Wu Yinquan very unfamiliar.

He even took a few steps back, checked the location of the cell again and again, and finally determined that he had not gone to the wrong place.This is really a "diverse private room" in the big prison, not a model cell used to fool Shangguan.

Wu Yinquan wondered if the man had already been beaten to death, and this group of rotten people deliberately concealed the appearance of him sleeping to avoid guilt.

Just about to go out and call other jailers to come over - he really doesn't dare to go in and pick up people alone.

As soon as he turned his head, the jailer Lao Ding came over with something.

When I got closer, I saw a food tray with a roast chicken, two steamed buns with white flour, and even a pot of wine!

"Okay you old man!" Wu Yinquan stretched out his hand and was about to pull the drumstick: "Who is this, so relaxed? Did you burn a lot of oil?"

"Relax" means "comfortable" outside, and means "willing to spend money" in prison.

"Boil oil" is also a slang term in prison, which means accepting bribes.

Lao Ding took the food tray to the side, avoiding Wu Yinquan's hand, and said with a smirk, "Boss, I'll get Mr. Qin something to eat."

Wu Yinquan froze for a moment with his half stretched hand, feeling a little unhappy in his heart.

He asked himself that he was very kind to the prison guards on weekdays, and allowed them to make oil in private, instead of caring only about himself like other small prison bosses.This time I called him to see it, and it was a reasonable request to share some profits.

But this old man seems so ignorant!

"I won't let you eat a chicken leg?" he asked with a sullen face.

It was too dark in the cell, and Lao Ding didn't notice Wu Yinquan's face too much, he just smiled and said, "Mr. Qin is a clean person. If you touch it, maybe you won't eat it. I didn't pay for this meal either. , it was made by the group of people in the private room. I didn't have enough money to buy wine, so I added some more. I'll treat you to another meal later."

Wu Yinquan was even more surprised now, and even forgot to keep getting angry.

Those rotten people in the "private room" are all rough-skinned and thick-skinned, and they are reluctant to spit out half a knife when a knife is cut on their body, so they are all stuffed into the "district private room".

Asking them to pool money to buy food and drink is like squeezing oil out of the cracks in the stones.

"What, Mr. Qin?" He couldn't help asking.

"I only found out this morning. The prisoner who was sent in yesterday is the director Qin of Zeren Medical Center in Chengxi! The son who inherited the mantle of Mr. Qin."

"It's Mr. Qin's son?" Wu Yinquan's eyes widened.

Mr. Qin is a figure that no one knows or knows about in the whole Yuecheng.Not only because of his superb medical skills, saving lives and wounds.It also lies in the benevolence of his physicians.

Renxin doesn't mean that he doesn't charge money for medical visits. In fact, Mr. Qin's fees are so high that ordinary people can't afford him at all.

But his Zeren Medical Center treats a large number of poor people who have no money to seek medical care every year.

Whenever there is a disaster in the city of Yuecheng or an attack by a beast, Zeren Medical Center must be the first to donate.

Not to mention things like helping orphans, giving porridge to beggars and asking for medicine.

The high consultation fees collected by Mr. Qin are all used in these areas.

Many of his disciples and grandchildren were homeless orphans. He not only supported their lives, but also taught them skills so that they could become self-reliant.

All in all, in Yuecheng, maybe someone has not seen Mr. Qin, but no one has not heard of Mr. Qin.

Wu Yinquan is of course no exception.

"Yeah!" Lao Ding was a little excited: "My father can live to this day, it's all up to Mr. Qin!"

Seeing the rare excitement of this old fried dough stick, Wu Yinquan suddenly understood why the private room of the local name is so harmonious now.

Unconsciously, he turned to his side and let the old man walk over.

Lao Ding handed the food tray into the cell through the small window, and scolded in an unclean manner: "Stop it! You bastards!"

The people inside didn't mind at all, hehe smiled and took the plate: "It's really fragrant!"

"Damn, how long have you not eaten chicken?"

"Quick, quick, give Lao Tzu a sniff too!"

A group of rude bastards walked to Qin Nianmin's sleeping bed, but their voices softened: "Mr. Qin? Mr. Qin? Get up and eat."

Qin Nianmin got up and sat on the bed. Wu Yinquan saw a black cloud in the corner of his eyes. It seemed that he had suffered when he first entered the cell.

The man next to him put the food tray in his hand: "Eat it, Mr. Qin."

The sound of drooling in the room.

Wu Yinquan couldn't help but think, what kind of morality is this to be treated with such sincerity by a group of prisoners who can never be considered good people?
Qin Nianmin is also in his fifties. Because of proper maintenance, although there is a slight frost on his face, he does not look old.

It's just that he looked haggard at the moment, he didn't move the roast chicken, he just tore the white-flour steamed buns into strips and ate them one bite at a time.

It's not like eating, but more like mechanically forcing yourself to do something.

"Why do you want to eat if you don't want to?" Wu Yinquan asked outside the cell.

Qin Nianmin didn't even look at who asked the question, didn't even turn his head, 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 here? The person who handed you over made a mess of it and couldn't understand it."

Qin Nianmin turned his head and looked at him for a while this time, his eyes were very sad: "You are not very bad, I don't want to hurt you."

Wu Yinquan shut his mouth wisely.

After so many years in prison, he knows too well that it is best not to know what he should not know.

Qin Nianmin was clearly carrying such a thing 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 say anything to Mr. Qin?"

In his opinion, Mr. Qin's son is naturally worth his trip.

But as soon as he said these words, Qin Nianmin, who had the air of being out of the dust even in a place like a prison cell, suddenly put down his food tray and burst into tears.

People in their fifties cry 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 can be considered longevity.

Birth, old age, sickness and death are human nature.For his departure, Yuecheng people should say that they were psychologically prepared.

But when the day really came, it was still so hard to accept!

The reason why Wu Yinquan lost his mind was that he knew very well that he could not be considered a good person, but he also knew very well that there were very few pure good people like Mr. Qin in the past, and there will only be 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 walked near the Chengxi Zeren Medical Center, they stopped.

There is a whole long street, wreaths are connected to the wreaths, and the ground is covered with white sacrificial flowers.But there are not many figures.

With the status of Mr. Qin today, there should be a lot of traffic outside the door. Why is there only a street full of flowers?
Looking weird.

Full of doubts, Wu Yinquan and Lao Ding walked along the long street until they reached the door of Zeren Medical Center.

I saw that the door was closed, and there was a banner hanging at the door—

[There are contagious diseases inside, please refuse to pay tribute. 】

That's it, nothing else.

It is accompanied by an empty long street, ten miles of glutinous elements.

　It is recommended not to stop the ticket, and there is still a hundred tickets to go to the end of the crane.

(End of this chapter)