Murong Qian looked at the thin man lying on the ground, turning over the dead fish white, bent down and pressed the shoulder of Wei Ran, who was still trying to be rescued, and reminded, "Brother Ran, he's dead." ”

It is the duty of a doctor to save lives and help the wounded, Wei Ran has saved many people, and he has also watched many people die in front of him.

He thought that he had long been numb to life and death, but in this situation, his eyes moved from the ground to the people around him, and his heart burned and hurt.

What hurts him is not that these people have no reverence for life, not their indifference, but that they don't react at all, and they are still drunk and dreaming of death.

Wei Ran felt that the blood in his whole body was boiling, his eyes were red with anger, and his brain didn't seem to be his own, only the anger that poured into the sky.

He swooped down in front of an old man who was lying on the side of the road, snatched his cigarette gun, grabbed him by the collar and dragged him to the dead man for him to see.

He shouted angrily, "Can't you see? He is dead, and this smoke will smoke the dead. ”

He thought that the old man would be scared and frightened when he saw it, but the old man was in a trance, and he only had his smoking gun in his eyes.

It wasn't until Wei Ran raised his hand to smash the cigarette gun that he snatched it like crazy.

The boss of the stall smiled flatteringly as if he was nothing, "This young master, it's the first time I've come." ”

In places like theirs, people hate dogs, but strangely enough, well-dressed people often come to have fun.

It is because the people here see Murong Qian and Wei Ran, most of them are unaware of each other's differences because of their unclear will, and those who can see it are far away, only them, the small bosses who run the stalls, will solicit one or two voices in order to make a living.

Murong Qian first took out a piece of ocean from the pearl handbag and put it on the broken table at the stall, before he stepped forward and grabbed Wei Ran and snatched the cigarette gun in his hand from the old man.

The old man didn't pursue it, took it and lay back on the ground, just smoking his cigarette.

Wei Ran saw Murong Qian's worried appearance, and his mind found Si Qingming, and said ashamedly, "It's because I'm too emotional." ”

Murong said lightly, "Brother Ran didn't do anything wrong. ”

The boss of the cigarette stall blew hard at the ocean, listened to the sound, and said with a smile, "The old lady really doesn't deceive, the more beautiful the woman, the more powerful." ”

He put Dayang in his pocket, and while beckoning to the owner of the stall next to him to help close the stall, he turned off the kerosene lamp at the stall.

The boss of the stall next to him laughed, "Thin monkey, it's nothing if you lose your soul, but if you lose your life, you'll have nothing." ”

The thin monkey quenched a spat at the man, "Go, go, go." The turner jumped forward like a monkey and disappeared.

Everything here subverted Wei Ran's cognition, he did not completely recover from the death just now, he just remembered his brother's duties and cheered up.

In order to prevent himself from getting out of control again, he only protected Murong Qian, looked at the road, and stopped looking at other things.

He didn't look up until a man stopped in front of them.

Wei Ran looked at the man in front of him who was wearing a loose gray coat, workers of the same color, and a chicken nest head, and was as thin as a monkey, stunned for a moment, and caught a glimpse of his angry expression, and then suddenly remembered that he was the boss of the stall that had just smoked dead people.

Wei Ran's body tensed instantly, and his hand touched his chest, "What do you want to do." ”

The thin monkey smiled easily, combed his hair back and took a step forward, and said, "I think when my thin monkey family has not fallen, I am also the eldest young master who is envied by everyone in ten miles and eight towns......"

(End of chapter)