The scene he saw in front of him was very unfamiliar to Wu Yinquan.

He even took a few steps back and double-checked the location of the cell before he was sure that he was not in the wrong place. This is really a "private room" in the prison, not a model prison used to fool Shangguan.

Wu Yinquan wondered if the man had been beaten to death, and the rotten man deliberately disguised himself as sleeping to escape responsibility.

He was about to go out and gather the other jailers - he really didn't dare to go in and pick them up alone.

Turning his head, the jailer Lao Ding came over with something.

When I got closer, I was holding a food plate with a roast chicken, two white-flour steamed buns, and even a pot of wine!

"Okay, you old ding!" Wu Yinquan stretched out his hand to pull the chicken legs: "Who is this, so loose? You kid rolled a lot of oil, right?"

"Relaxed" means "comfortable" on the outside, and "willing to spend money" in prison.

"Boiling oil" is also a black word in prison, which means to accept bribes.

Lao Ding took the food plate to the side, avoided Wu Yinquan's hand, and said with a sneer: "Boss, I'll get Mr. Qin something to eat." ”

Wu Yinquan's half-stretched hand was stunned, and he felt a little unhappy.

He asked himself how kind he was to these jailers on weekdays, allowing them to boil oil in private, and not only caring about himself like other small cell bosses. This time, he saw it, and it was a very reasonable request to share some profits.

But this old man seems to be so uninteresting!

"Don't you want to eat a chicken leg?" he asked with a grimace.

It was too dark in the cell, and Lao Ding didn't notice Wu Yinquan's face too much, so he only smiled and said, "Mr. Qin is a clean-loving person, if you get it, maybe you won't eat it." This meal was not my money, it was made up by the group in the private room, and the money to buy wine was not enough, so I added some. I'll ask you to eat it later. ”

Wu Yinquan was even more surprised now, and even forgot to continue to be angry.

Those rotten people in the "private room" are all rough and thick-skinned, and they are reluctant to spit out half a knife when the knife cuts their bodies, so they will be stuffed into the "local private room".

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

"What Mr. Qin?" he couldn't help but ask.

"I didn't find out this morning, too. The prisoner who was sent in yesterday was the director of the Chengxi Zeren Medical Center, the son who inherited the mantle of Mr. Qin. ”

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

Mr. Qin is a figure that everyone knows and knows in the entire Yuecheng. It's not just because of his superb medical skills that he saves lives. It also lies in the benevolence of his healer.

Benevolence does not mean that he does not charge money for outpatient visits, in fact, Mr. Qin's fees are extremely high, and other idlers can't afford to hire him at all.

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

Whenever there is a disaster in the Yuecheng City, or where it has been attacked by fierce beasts, Zeren Medical Center will definitely be the first to donate.

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

The high consultation fee charged by Mr. Qin was all used in these aspects.

His disciples, many of whom were homeless orphans, not only supported their livelihoods, but also taught them skills so that they could stand on their own feet.

All in all, in Yuecheng, there may be people who have not seen Mr. Qin, but there is no one who has not heard of Mr. Qin.

Wu Yinquan is certainly no exception.

"Yes!" Lao Ding was a little excited: "My father has survived until now, it all depends on Mr. Qin!"

Looking at the rare excitement of this old fritter, Wu Yinquan suddenly understood why the local private room was so harmonious now.

He unconsciously turned sideways and let Lao Ding walk over.

Lao Ding handed the food plate into the cell from the small window, and scolded dryly: "Hold it down!

The people inside didn't mind at all, and took the plate with a smile: "It's so fragrant!"

"Damn, how long has it been since you had chicken?"

"Hurry up, give Lao Tzu a sniff!"

A group of rude bad breeds walked to Qin Nianmin's sleeping bedside, 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 dark blue 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 plate in his hand: "Eat, Mr. Qin." ”

The sound of snorting in the room.

Wu Yinquan couldn't help but think, how high is the prestige of letting a group of prisoners who must not be considered good people treat them so sincerely?

Qin Nianmin is also in his fifties, and because of proper maintenance, although he has a slight frost, his face does not look old.

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

It's not like eating, it's more like a mechanical force to do something.

"You don't want to eat, why do you want to eat?" Wu asked outside the cell.

Qin Nianmin didn't look at who was asking, he didn't even turn his head, he just said, "I want to live." ”

"Old Mr. Qin's son shouldn't break the law. Wu Yinquan couldn't help but ask: "What did you come in for? The person who handed you over was talking nonsense and couldn't understand it." ”

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

Wu Yinquan closed his mouth in amusement.

After so many years in prison, he knows too well that it is better not to know what he shouldn't know.

Qin Nianmin is obviously carrying such a thing. So even though he had such a respectable father, he still entered here.

Thinking of this, Wu Yinquan asked again, "Do you need me to bring anything to Mr. Qin?"

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

But as soon as he said this, even in a place like a prison cell, Qin Nianmin, who had his own dusty atmosphere, suddenly put down the food plate and began to cry.

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, and he has a long life.

Birth, old age, sickness and death, human nature. For his departure, the people of Yuecheng should be said to have been mentally prepared.

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

The reason why Wu Yinquan lost his soul was that he knew very well that he couldn't be regarded as a good person, but he also knew very well that there were very few pure good people like Mr. Qin, 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 to the vicinity of the Zeren Medical Center in the west of the city, they stopped.

The whole long street is full of wreaths and wreaths, and the ground is covered with white sacrificial flowers. But there were few figures.

With Mr. Qin's status today, there should be a lot of traffic outside the door, why are there only flowers on the street?

Look at the weird people.

Wu Yinquan was full of doubts, and walked along the long street with Lao Ding, until they walked to the door of Zeren Medical Center.

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

[There is a contagious disease inside, and the memorial service is refused. 】

That's all there is to it, and nothing else.

Accompanying it is an empty long street, ten miles of vegetarian.

Lewen