It's almost dinner time.
Everyone finished their work and returned to the inn.
Qiu Sheng wiped the tables and chairs clean. The inn welcomed a group of guests.
There were twelve guests in this group.
This group of people, supporting the strong man with a pale face, kept playing and playing.
It was the first time An Anxin saw so many guests coming to the inn, and she grinned. She looked at the strong man at the head and couldn't help but be startled. Isn't this the one who was deceived by Mr. Fang and his family was ruined? How could it be like this? It shouldn't be.
After thinking about it, he said to the strong man:
"I remember you, why are you so weak? You shouldn't be. Although you had internal injuries last time I saw you, your energy and blood are still sufficient. If there are no accidents, you will be fine for a few years."
When the strong man at the head heard An An's words, he immediately broke away from everyone's support, bowed solemnly in the direction of An An and said:
"I'm sorry for Mr. An's concern. I'm not unlucky. I had an accident."
An Xin said:
"Then instead of taking a good rest at home, you went to my inn to eat."
When the strong man heard An Xin's words, he shook his head and said:
"I found a doctor, and the doctor said that I had injured my tendons and caused internal injuries, and that I could not live for three days. I thought, why should I die? I have no children, and the money I have saved can't be saved. If you can’t take it with you, you might as well make an appointment with your friends to indulge in it at the last minute.”
Hearing the strong man's words, An Xin nodded and said nothing. Unexpectedly, although this strong man lived a miserable life, he lived a clear life. Before he died, he didn't forget to put the money in my pocket.
The group pushed two tables in the inn together. Ordered some food and drinks. Maybe it’s been a long time since I’ve been out in a restaurant, and another scapegoat came to pay the bill, ordering all the good wine and food that I usually wouldn’t bear to eat.
The strong man didn't mind the price of the dishes ordered by this group of fair-weather friends, and kept drinking wine.
An Xin observed for a while and found that this group of people was quite snobbish. Although the frail and strong man was the one to entertain, no one toasted the strong man. Not to mention, some people would kindly advise the strong man to drink less alcohol, which could easily hurt his body.
After everyone had finished drinking and eating, they looked at the strong man who was still drinking.
When the strong man saw everyone looking at him, he managed a smile and said:
"Brothers, if you still have something to do, you can leave first. I will have some drinks here at my leisure."
After hearing the strong man's words, this group of Jianghu people stood up and saluted the strong man. He said kind words to tell the strong man to take good care of himself and he would get better. But his body moved faster than anyone else, for fear that he would be one step late and would need to stay to support this unlucky guy who wouldn't survive more than three days.
......
In the end, everyone left the strong man alone to drink in the inn.
The strong man looked at the leftovers left by his friend who was usually his brother. He couldn't help but shook his head and smiled bitterly. Then he picked up the wine glass and drank the Laojiao wine that he usually didn't even think about.
Liu Ruyue on the side looked at the strong man drinking alone and couldn't help but said:
"What kind of friends have you made? They all put you in the middle when they came here. After they had eaten and drank enough, they didn't care whether you lived or died."
The strong man heard Liu Ruyue's words and smiled:
"It doesn't matter. I won't live long anyway."
Liu Ruyue heard the strong man's words and said:
"What depressing words can you say in broad daylight? Is the doctor you are looking for reliable? I'm sure you won't survive three days."
The strong man heard Liu Ruyue's words and smiled:
"Thank you, landlady, for your concern. I am looking for Dr. Zhou from Xijiekou. Dr. Zhou is not a very good doctor in Chinese medicine, but he is the best doctor I can afford."
Liu Ruyue was startled when she heard the strong man's words, and then looked at An Xin beside her with pleading eyes.
An Xin looked at Liu Ruyue's eyes, wondering what Liu Ruyue was thinking. She just wants me to use my identity as the young master of the Divine Medical Pavilion to find a better miracle doctor for this strong man. But after thinking about it, he shook his head and said to the strong man:
"Brother, you feel a little lonely drinking alone. Let me have a drink with you."
When the strong man heard An Xin's words, he was stunned for a moment, then laughed loudly and said:
"It's not a waste of time to drink with Young Master Xie. Come, Mr. Xie, I respect you."
As he spoke, he took an empty wine glass and filled An Xin with wine.
An Xin was not pretentious. He sat on the bench next to the strong man, raised the strong man just now to fill the drink, and said:
"Brother, I wish you a wealthy family in the next life."
The strong man heard An Xin's words and smiled:
"Borrowing the evil master's good words."
After the two clinked their glasses, they each drank.
After the strong man finished drinking, he took out a twenty-tael silver note from his arms and placed it on the table. He smiled at the people in the inn and said:
"Let's go. If I have the chance, I'll come to this inn to drink again in 18 years."
After saying that, he stood up tremblingly and walked to the door of the inn in a daze.
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Everyone saw the strong man leaving. They couldn't help but fell silent.
Qin Huai couldn't help but said:
"An Xin, you should be able to save him. Why...?"
"We can't save him. He's too poor. Even if I find him a disciple from the Miracle Medical Pavilion to treat him, he won't survive, and he won't be able to afford the subsequent medical expenses."
Before Qin Huai finished speaking, he was interrupted by An Xin.
When Qiu Sheng heard An Xin's words, he couldn't help but said:
"Boss, that's better than waiting for death without saving anything."
An Xin waved his hands and said:
"Hey, even if I tell you, you don't understand. There is something more terrifying than waiting to die. You know clearly that you have hope of living, but you still have to wait for death."
Everyone was confused by An Xin's words. Qin Huai on the side couldn't help but said:
"An Xin, what do you mean by this?"
An Xin shook his head and said:
"We have an island owner on the East Island named Li Huazhen. Do any of you know him?"
Liu Ruyue on the side rolled her eyes when she heard An Xin's words, and An Xin said:
"Divine Doctor Li, Saint Li. Who in the world has never heard the story of Doctor Li. Not only is Doctor Li superb in medical skills, he also often helps poor people treat their illnesses for free. He is respectfully called Saint Li by people in the world."
An Xin nodded and said:
"Well, do you know what my father said about this Li Shengren?"
Everyone shook their heads.
An Xin saw everyone's actions and said:
"My father once said that Li Huazhen has good medical skills and a good heart, and he is good at treating illnesses and saving people, but he is an out-and-out devil. A devil more terrifying than the King of Hell."
Everyone was stunned when they heard An Xin's words. Liu Ruyue frowned and said:
"Is it because your father and that miracle doctor Li are colleagues that he arranged it like this?"
An Xin shook his head and said:
"I felt the same way when I was a child, but now I think about what my father said was not wrong at all. Li Huazhen is indeed kind-hearted. Every time she meets a poor person who cannot afford medical treatment, she will treat him for free.
But if you think about it, for common diseases, there is no need for experts like Li Huazhen to take action. Anyone who wants him to take action is not a minor problem.
Every time after giving free treatment to a patient, he would write a prescription lightly and say to the patient's family: Follow this prescription for a few courses and I'm sure you'll be fine.
But how could he know that the medicinal materials in that prescription, let alone a few courses of treatment, even a pair of medicines, were beyond the reach of those poor people.
Do you think he can really be considered a saint if he does this kind of thing that gives people hope of recovery without having to wait for death? "
Everyone couldn't help but fell into deep thought after hearing An Xin's words.
An Xin continued to speak regardless of everyone's expressions:
"Now you know why the Miracle Medical Pavilion never treats the poor!"
