Siheyuan: The beauty Xueru Huizhen, the birds are jealous

"Yes." Yang Ming nodded and replied.

With a creak, the door opened, and Section Chief Xie and her family came out, followed by a little boy in new clothes, who was her younger brother He Wenda. He was gnawing on a chicken leg, with grease stains on the corners of his mouth, holding a puppy in his hand, with a carefree smile on his face.

"Wenda!" He Wenhui rushed over with red eyes, wanting to hug him. But He Wenda didn't seem to recognize her, just glanced at her lightly and continued to chew the chicken leg in his hand.

"Wenhui, you're here." Section Chief Xie greeted with a smile, but there was a subtle hint of vigilance in his eyes.

He Wenhui nodded, her eyes never leaving He Wenda. She reached out her hand, trying to pull him home, but He Wenda dodged her hand and continued to play with the puppy.

"Wenda, I'm your sister, don't you remember me?" He Wenhui's voice trembled a little.

He Wenda raised his head, glanced at her, and then lowered his head to continue playing. There was no fluctuation in his eyes, as if she was just a stranger.

Houdunzi and Yang Ming stood aside, watching this scene, with mixed feelings in their hearts.

They knew that He Wenda lived well in the Xie family, with food and drink, and a dog to keep him company. But when he returned to the He family, he could only face poverty and hardship.

"Wenhui, your brother is living well here, so don't take him back." Section Chief Xie's wife spoke with a hint of pride in her tone.

He Wenhui did not speak, but just looked at He Wenda silently. Her heart was filled with pain and helplessness. She knew

She knew that her brother was living a good life now, but she also understood that this good life was based on the charity of others. She wanted to give her brother a real home, a home that belonged to them.

"Wenda, can you go home with your sister?" He Wenhui tried again.

He Wenda raised his head, glanced at her, and then shook his head. He stood up and took Section Chief Xie's hand.

"Dad, let's go home." His voice was clear and firm.

He Wenhui's heart felt like it was hit by a heavy hammer, and she felt so painful that she couldn't breathe. She looked at her brother's back as he walked away, and tears welled up in her eyes. She knew that she had lost her brother, and also lost the warm home she once had.

Section Chief Xie and his family walked away with He Wenda, leaving He Wenhui standing alone at the empty door.

Her heart was filled with anger and unwillingness, but more of it was helplessness and loss.

She understood that she could not change her brother's choice, nor could she change this cruel reality.

"How could you do this? You agreed to adopt her to us, but now you want to go back on your word?" Section Chief Xie's wife pointed at He Wenhui, her voice so sharp that it almost cut through the air.

He Wenhui's eyes were red and her voice was trembling: "We...we just want to give our children a better life."

Yang Ming knew that he couldn't add fuel to the fire at this moment. He gently pulled He Wenhui over and stood in front of her. He took a deep breath and tried to keep his tone calm: "Everyone calm down first. It's not a good idea to continue arguing like this."

Section Chief Xie snorted coldly: "Calm down? How can we calm down if you don't keep your word?"

Yang Ming frowned, he knew he had to make a decision at this moment: "Well, let's find a place to stay first, and then we can sit down and discuss it tomorrow."

He Wenhui looked up at Yang Ming, a trace of gratitude flashing in her eyes. She knew that at this moment, only Yang Ming could stabilize the situation.

The two turned and left, with Section Chief Xie and his wife scolding them behind them. Yang Ming did not look back, but held He Wenhui's hand tightly to give her strength.

There was a simple little hotel near the mine, and Yang Ming and He Wenhui checked into a room. In the dim light of the room, the shadows of the two people were very long.

He Wenhui leaned against the bed, tears running down her cheeks. Yang Ming did not comfort her immediately, he knew that what she needed at the moment was time. He sat on the bed, lit a cigarette, took a deep breath, and then slowly exhaled.

"We have to think of a '393' solution." Yang Ming finally spoke, his voice firm.

He Wenhui raised her head and looked at him: "I know, but...what should we do?"

Yang Ming was silent for a moment, then said: "I heard that there is a man named Houdunzi in the mine, who has a good relationship with Section Chief Xie. Maybe we can learn something from him."

He Wenhui nodded, a glimmer of hope in her eyes.

The next day, Yang Ming found Hou Dunzi and invited him to a nearby pub for a drink, and the two quickly became familiar with each other.

After a few drinks, Houdunzi began to confide his difficulties. He told Yang Ming that although he had a good relationship with Section Chief Xie, he had always had a secret that he could not express - he could not be humane. This made him feel ashamed in his family and made him feel helpless about the dispute between Section Chief Xie and his wife.

Yang Ming listened to Hou Dunzi's confession, and something moved him. He remembered that he had learned some medical skills, and maybe he could help Hou Dunzi.

"Have you tried seeing a doctor?" Yang Ming asked tentatively.

Hou Dunzi shook his head: "I've seen it, but it doesn't work. I've tried all kinds of methods, but none of them worked."

Yang Ming took a deep breath and said, "I have learned some medical skills, maybe I can help you."

Houdunzi looked at Yang Ming, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes, and then doubt: "Really? Can you really help me?"

Yang Ming nodded: "I can't guarantee that I can cure it, but I will do my best."

Houdunzi was silent for a moment, then raised his head with a firm light in his eyes: "Okay, I believe you."

"Brother Dunzi, I know how to treat your body." Yang Ming's words broke the silence.

Houdunzi raised his head, a trace of doubt flashed in his eyes: "Yang Ming, are you kidding? Even the doctors in town are helpless with my illness."

"When have I ever lied to you?" Yang Ming smiled slightly, his eyes gleaming with confidence, "If you trust me, I will heal you."

Hou Dunzi hesitated for a moment, and finally nodded: "Okay, if you can really cure me, my life will be yours from now on!"

Yang Ming took out a silver needle from his bosom and gently inserted it into Hou Dunzi's acupuncture point. As the needle penetrated deeper, Hou Dunzi felt a warm current flowing through his body, and his originally heavy body seemed to become much lighter.

"Remember, you can't work these few days, you need to rest. In addition, I will prescribe you a prescription, take it every day.

Use it." Yang Ming instructed as he pulled out the needle.

Houdunzi touched his lower abdomen, and the long-lost warmth there convinced him that Yang Ming's treatment was really effective. With tears in his eyes, he held Yang Ming's hand tightly: "Yang Ming, you are really my lifesaver!"

"Brother Dunzi, we are brothers, why should I thank you?" Yang Ming smiled and patted Hou Dunzi's shoulder, "But I do have a favor to ask of you."

"You can say it, as long as I can do it, I will do my best!" Houdunzi said firmly.