The shopkeeper didn't stop this tenant who had nothing to do with him.

The doctor's clinic was dark and damp, and the sun didn't feel a trace of warmth when the sun shone in.

When the doctor saw Ye Yu walk in, he was first incredibly frightened for a moment, and then said with a haha to congratulate Ye Yu on his recovery.

Ye Yu hugged the knife and shook it deeply, this is a thank you to this doctor.

Subsequently, Ye Yu asked him about Xiaomu's situation.

As soon as he heard Ye Yu ask this, the doctor's gaze became dodgy, he turned his back and continued to pound the medicine, shaking his head and saying that he didn't know.

There was a wisp of damp smell in his eyes that was the same as in the medical hall, as if no matter how bright the sun was, it couldn't be cleared.

Ye Yu asked twice, but the doctor still didn't answer.

Ye Yu calmed down, raised his voice and asked again: "What about the child named Xiaomu?"

The doctor was impatient, and he didn't care about the knife in his hand, and he waved his hand and raised his voice: "I told you that I don't know, you go quickly, lie in bed for two more days, I see that you don't look good, and you can't get out of bed and walk." ”

The knife came out of its sheath as fast as a bolt of lightning.

Ye Yu was very careful when he put the knife on the doctor's neck.

"Let me ask you again, what about Xiao Mu?" Ye Yu's voice was as cold as a knife.

The doctor fell to his knees in fright, as if he had been pressed down by a knife.

"Don't, don't kill me. The doctor's frightened pale lips trembled.

Ye Yu said: "Tell me where that child went." ”

The doctor's head in a cold sweat nodded repeatedly.

Even if the doctor didn't say it, Ye Yu wouldn't kill him, after all, his life was saved by the doctor's medicine.

The doctor's medicine was stinking bitter, dirty and turbid, just like Ye Yu's own life.

Maybe also because the owner of this knife is tired.

After the doctor finished speaking, Ye Yu realized that he was wrong.

He was completely wrong.

It was not the filthy doctor in front of him who saved himself, but another young life.

If everything could be done all over again, Ye Yu would choose to die quietly in Xiao Mu's arms and in tears, at least then, he wouldn't owe too much to that child.

At least then, Ye Yu will not face the journey of the next few years with guilt.

Surprise and anger made Ye Yu's hand holding the knife tremble, and he used all his strength to kick the doctor far away, and the doctor who kicked it spat blood.

Then, without looking back, he rushed out of the infirmary, like a wild horse on the loose, in the direction where Xiao Mu had left.

In the first few days when Ye Yu was in a coma, Xiao Mu was in the gap between hope and despair, concentrating on taking care of Ye Yu, she didn't know if the turbid decoction in the casserole could save Ye Yu, but she didn't give up.

She doesn't have a choice, she persists, she prays.

Once, she carefully took off Ye Yu's clothes and wiped him with a warm towel, Ye Yu's chest was thick and strong, exuding the strength and unyielding of a man. Xiao Mu put his ear to Ye Yu's chest and listened to the heartbeat coming from the depths.

It's rhythmic, it's faint.

Thinking that this heartbeat master might never wake up again, Xiao Mu lay on Ye Yu's chest and cried bitterly, tears running across his solid chest, like a faint hope quietly passing in a desperate situation, visible, but impenetrable.

She was helpless, she was hesitant.

Every time the medicine was insufficient, she ran to kneel in front of the doctor, and her kneeling knee was broken, but she still did not hesitate.

People can often see such a picture, the little girl named Xiaomu, every time she walks into the hospital with a pair of eager eyes, and after a stick of incense, she walks out of the hospital in despair, her clothes are disheveled, her eyes become dull, as if she has just cried.

When she came out, there was more hope in her strong eyes, because every time she came out with a packet of medicine.

She has no regrets, as long as she can save her big brother, it is all worth it, even if she bears the pain that she shouldn't bear at her age.

The medicine given by the doctor was less and less each time, and the turbid decoction was as light as a cup of tea in the end, and Xiao Mu's eyes full of anticipation were also like this decoction, which became darker and darker day by day.

Until one day, the vicious shopkeeper kicked her out of the inn, cursed Xiaomu with the dirtiest words, told her to get out with the half-dead patient, and told her that if she couldn't renew the room money, she couldn't continue to live here.

Xiao Mu knelt on the ground and pulled the shopkeeper's trouser leg and begged for a long time, but the shopkeeper reluctantly agreed to let her stay for one more day, and if she couldn't renew the room money early tomorrow morning, she would get out immediately.

No one knows how much endurance is contained in this small body, she wanders on the verge of collapse, again and again, but never falls.

Desperate Xiaomu knelt in front of the doctor again, this time, she took the initiative and took off her clothes on her own without waiting for the doctor to speak.

Because in addition to medicine, she also wants to borrow money from the doctor. She is still young, but she has long understood the truth that more giving, more reward.

As soon as he heard the word silver, the doctor's hands stretched out to Xiao Mu stopped.

The doctor said, don't say anything about hanging pots to help the world, what kind of doctor parents' hearts, this kind of truth is broken, and it can't be said that doctors are also doing business, doctors also have to eat.

Every time Xiaomu came with tears, this time her tears were thicker and saltier, and the unstoppable cry played a human tragedy in troubled times.

The doctor gave Xiaomu an idea, he said that he had recently met a passing trafficker, and he had money, and he could get some silver by selling himself to the trafficker.

As the doctor expected, Xiao Mu immediately agreed, he could see Xiao Mu's determination, he could see that as long as there was a glimmer of life to save the patient on the bed, Xiao Mu was willing to do anything.

The trafficker looked sloppy like the deed of sale, and Xiao Mu didn't hesitate too much when she pressed her finger print on the piece of paper that changed her fate.

In this way, Xiao Mu lost her freedom again, and exchanged for a few large bags of medicine and some silver, and after she handed over the medicine and silver to Xiao Er of the inn, she didn't stay for long, because the unkind trafficker urged her to go with her quickly.

In the end, Xiao Mu left in tears, followed the trafficker out of the town, and disappeared into the unpredictable rivers and lakes.

She didn't know if she would be able to see Ye Yu again in this life.

She didn't know where she could go in the future.

She didn't know how sinister the human heart really was.

She didn't know that the doctor was earning a large kickback from it.

She didn't know that the shopkeeper had also filled some of her own pockets.

She didn't know if those packets of medicine could save Ye Yu.

She didn't know why others were pointing fingers at her.

Even, she didn't even know Ye Yu's name.

But at least she didn't leave with too much guilt, the big brother gave me freedom, and what I could repay to him was also freedom.

She knew it was worth it, and that was enough.

That year, Xiaomu was eleven years old.

Ye Yu was twenty-four years old this year, and that child gave him everything she could, but until they separated, they didn't even know the child's full name, only that her name was Xiaomu.