Lingnan Gang

When work was over in the evening, Su Beiqin felt that his eyes were dark, just like when he came. The officials yelled at the prisoners to tie up the hemp ropes. Su Beiqin barely stood there. Staggering, he almost didn't stop.

Wei Dacheng walked from the leader of the team to Su Beiqin's side with a whip in his hand. His small eyes looked very fierce under his extremely low eyebrows. He stared at the pale Su Beiqin, while pulling the corners of his mouth upwards to reveal a With a malicious smile, he raised the whip and lashed Su Beiqin's body. The blow was not heavy, and Su Beiqin didn't feel much pain, but the next moment, his knees softened and he fell to his knees. land.

Wei Dacheng laughed loudly, and said to the official who followed lazily: "I still think this kid is so tough, look, isn't this kneeling down to my grandfather!"

The official responded with a half-hearted smile, lifted Su Beiqin's chin with the tip of his boot, looked it over, and said, "Take it easy, if you kill him, you'll have a lot of trouble." Let's go."

Wei Dacheng's face turned gloomy, he roughly pulled Su Beiqin up, and scolded: "Don't pretend to be dead, let's go!"

Su Beiqin only felt the pain in his temple was so severe that he almost lost consciousness. When he recovered from the pain, he was already in the narrow and crowded shed. It was very quiet in the house, no one was there.

He breathed gently so as not to drag the wound on his chest, and at the same time reached out and rubbed his temples, trying to relieve the pain. As soon as his fingers touched his forehead, he was startled, and the skin touched by his fingertips seemed to be so hot that he could jump out. Huo Huo made him flinch, sighed calmly, it seemed that due to the lack of rest in the past few days, coupled with various traumas, his body completely collapsed.

He relaxed his body, lay down again, and squinted at the dilapidated roof of the shed. The events he had experienced in the past few days were dismantled one by one in his mind.

"It seems that Wu Weiyang is not that simple." He murmured, whether it is the government quarry adjacent to the uninhabited village, or the boss called by the old people, it all shows that Wu Weiyang's uninhabited village is Qinzhou's influence is far greater than he originally imagined.

He felt that he was very thirsty at this time, and once he realized that he was having a high fever, the hunger and thirst would be magnified several times than before, making it unbearable, as if he was suffering on a frying pan.

But Su Beiqin remained motionless, not even groaning or groaning, because he understood that any unnecessary movements would only waste his energy and make his body weaker and weaker, so he just lay quietly On the wooden bed covered with thorns and weeds, at first glance, if it weren't for the rising and falling of the chest, it would look like a corpse.

When Si'er entered the door, he was really frightened by this scene. He ran to the bed and pushed it twice anxiously, "Sir, sir?!"

Su Beiqin had no choice but to scream, frowned slightly, opened his eyes and said, "What's wrong?"

Seeing him wake up, Si'er immediately breathed a sigh of relief, and said with a pursed mouth: "I still think you are dead, sir."

Su Beiqin didn't know whether to laugh or cry, but he couldn't even lift the corners of his mouth at this moment. The exhaustion he had never felt before almost overwhelmed him. Su Beiqin moved his lips, and finally managed to say, "Water."

His voice was extremely weak, but Si'er was clever. Judging from his description, he understood that now was not the time to procrastinate. He hurriedly brought him some tea, fed him a couple of sips clumsily, and said anxiously: "Sir, can you hold on?" Come on, I'll go talk to the boss and invite a doctor for you!"

After saying that, he fled out of the shed in a flash.

Su Beiqin closed his eyes, and his throat soon burned dry after drinking the water.He didn't move at all, and he didn't even respond to the buzzing of mosquitoes on his body. If it wasn't for the slight heaving of his chest, he would really be no different from a dead body.

When Si'er dragged the doctor into this shabby hut, even the elderly doctor was taken aback by Su Beiqin.

"Si Er, Old Wu, I'm not a genius doctor who can rejuvenate, but I can't cure the dead!" The old doctor said tremblingly, turned around and was about to go out the door.

Si'er was about to stop him, but the old doctor was bumped into by someone at the door.

Wu Weiyang grabbed the old doctor who fell backwards, and said impatiently: "Old Wu, where are you going?"

With great difficulty, Old Wu stood firm. When he looked up and saw Wu Weiyang's expression, he shuddered immediately. He grabbed his few white beards on his chin, and said with a bitter face, "Well, Master Wuzhai, this is my true rule. No."

Wu Weiyang raised his eyebrows, his baby face looked innocent and childish, but the words that came out of his mouth were not innocent at all, "Why, old Wu, you finally feel that you have lived enough? Sier, bring two straw mats, Throw the two of them together on the Songshan Hill in the back."

Old Wu shook his hands, and he pulled two of his sparse beards down again, "Don't, I'll take another look, and then look again."

After all, he finally sat down beside Su Beiqin with a bitter face, and was about to hold Su Beiqin's hand beside him to feel his pulse, when Su Beiqin suddenly said, "I'm sorry."

This sentence seemed to have cost him a lot of energy. After he finished speaking, his weak breathing was almost inaudible. Old Wu was stunned. He thought that this person not only had scars on his body, lacked blood, but also had a high fever. If you retreat, you must have already passed out. If you can't save him, it's not surprising that you just died like this, but you didn't expect this person to survive until now without losing consciousness.

I don't know if it was because of the "I'm working" that was as thin as a gossamer, Old Wu put away his reluctant expression, and after carefully examining the pulse, he carefully lifted off Su Beiqin's clothes, and gently pressed His chest and abdomen, after such a careful inspection, he straightened up and let out a long sigh.

Wu Weiyang leaned against the door, a pair of dark eyes staring at Su Beiqin's naked skin just now, the pale skin was covered with bruises and purple marks, looking very pitiful.

Seeing Lao Wu began to write prescriptions on the table, Wu Weiyang lazily said: "Don't let him die." After leaving these words lightly, he left.

Si'er liked this handsome gentleman very much since the first meeting, so he didn't follow Wu Weiyang at this time, but moved to Lao Wu's side, and whispered: "Old Wu, does Mr. Su matter?"

Old Wu tapped Si'er's forehead hard with his pen, and stared, "You're the one who called me Old Wu? Call me Old Wu!"

Si'er was stubborn, muttered a few words, then looked at Old Wu eagerly, Old Wu dipped in the ink, and sighed: "So what if it's cured, a good child, it's useless like this."

Si'er pondered for a while, then stretched his brows and eyes, and said with great interest: "Is this the meaning that Mr. Su can't die?"

Old Wu glared at him again, and said: "Don't follow Wu Weiyang, one or two of you can't say anything good! This child has been rescued, and I'm afraid he will fall into the root of the disease. It's fine if he takes good care of him. What good can we get by following that Wu Weiyang?"

Si'er curled his lips and said, "Isn't there still you here?"

Old Wu snorted coldly. He had already written a large list of medicinal materials densely on the hard yellow paper, which made people dazzled. If he does heavy work, his waist, abdomen and knees will hurt unceasingly in rainy days, so someone must massage him with tiger bone wine to dredge his blood."

After finishing the last stroke, Old Wu heaved a sigh of relief, with a pitiful expression on his face, "It's really a pity for this child."

Si'er snatched Old Wu's prescription over and said with a smile, "I'll go grab the medicine!" Then he ran out.

Old Wu shook his head and sighed: "Heartless, it's all taught by Wu Weiyang!"

He put away the things on the table, walked to Su Beiqin's bed, didn't dislike the shabby and dirty bed, sat down, looked carefully at Su Beiqin's expression, and took out a small bottle from the medicine box , carefully poured out a small brown pill, pinched Su Beiqin's jaw, pressed the pill to the root of Su Beiqin's tongue, and murmured: "Let's make it through, I will definitely get through it, no matter what , better alive than dead."

Su Beiqin has been barely maintaining consciousness. He knew that if he really passed out, he might never have the chance to open his eyes again. The pill that Old Wu pressed under his tongue had a mellow and strong taste. As the pill gradually melted, he I just felt that heavy fatigue has subsided a lot.

He pursed his lips and opened his eyes with difficulty. The roof of the thatched hut first appeared in his blurred vision. The breath of anger I managed to hold back dissipated."

He turned his head slightly, and saw an old gentleman in green clothes and cloth shoes brewing medicine at the door of the thatched shed, his expression was very sad, with a few scattered beards hanging on his chin, he looked rather pitiful.

At this time, Si'er came in sweating profusely with the firewood in his arms. He threw the firewood beside the old man and said out of breath, "Old... Mr. Wu, do you want more firewood?"

That old man Wu raised his eyelids, and said with a sad face: "No need, go and get him a glass of water to drink, it can't be cold water, and you can't drink tea."

Si'er looked at Su Beiqin on the bed, saw that Su Beiqin opened his eyes, and his complexion seemed to be a little better than before, and he immediately smiled, "Mr. Su, you're awake!"

Su Beiqin followed the doctor's advice and didn't move, but blinked slowly. Si'er followed what Mr. Wu said, brought Su Beiqin a glass of warm water, fed him clumsily, and chattered endlessly: "Mr. Su, you But it scared me to death, Mr. Wu also said at the beginning, you can't live, if the boss didn't ask Mr. Wu to rescue you, I'm afraid Mr. Su, you have to go to Songshangang to stay!"

Su Beiqin didn't respond, but Mr. Wu, who made the medicine, sneered loudly and said, "Little bastard, you will put gold on Wu Weiyang's face."

Si'er ignored Mr. Wu, looked at Su Beiqin eagerly, and said coquettishly: "Sir, don't fight against the boss. The boss is actually a good person. My parents died early. If the boss didn't take him in, I'm afraid it would be He died of starvation on the street a long time ago, there are so many people in this village saved by the boss like me, he is really a good man!" Si'er paused, as if he was afraid that Su Beiqin would not believe him, and then He added, "Good man! If you don't believe me, ask Mr. Wu!"

Elder Wu sneered again, but didn't say anything, just boiled the medicine in silence.

Su Beiqin smiled slightly. He felt that he had some strength, so he said in a hoarse voice: "I want to see your boss."