The scene in front of Wu Yinquan was very unfamiliar to him.
He even took a few steps back and checked the location of the cell again and again before he was finally sure that he had not come to the wrong place. This was really the "Earth-class private room" that made people's expressions change when they heard it in the prison, and not some model prison cell used to fool the superiors.
Wu Yinquan suspected that the person had been beaten to death and that this group of rotten people had deliberately covered up the fact that he was sleeping to avoid punishment.
He was about to go out and summon the other prison guards – he really did not dare to go in alone.
When he turned his head, the prison guard Old Ding walked over with something.
When he got closer, he saw that he was carrying a food plate. There was a roasted chicken, two steamed buns, and even a pot of wine!
"Good for you, Old Ding!" Wu Yinquan reached out to grab the chicken leg, "Who is this? Why are you so relaxed? You must have rolled a lot of oil, right? "
In the outside world, "Laofeng" meant "comfortable". In prison, it meant "willing to spend money".
"Rolling oil" was also a prison slang that meant accepting bribes.
Old Ding carried the food plate to the side and avoided Wu Yinquan's hand. He smiled and said, "Boss, I'll make something for Mr. Qin to eat."
Wu Yinquan's hand stopped halfway and he felt a little unhappy.
He was usually very kind to the prison guards under him and allowed them to roll oil in private. He was not like the other prison guards who only cared about themselves. Now that he saw it, it was reasonable to ask for a share of the profits.
But this Old Ding was actually so untactful!
"You won't even let me eat a chicken leg?" He asked with a gloomy face.
The cell was too dark, so Old Ding did not notice Wu Yinquan's expression. He only smiled and said, "Mr. Qin is someone who loves cleanliness. If you touch it, you might not eat it. I didn't pay for this meal. It was the group of people in the private room who gathered the money. There wasn't enough money to buy the wine, so I added some. I'll treat you to another meal later. "
Wu Yinquan was even more surprised and even forgot to continue being angry.
The rotten people in the "private room" were all thick-skinned. Even if they were cut by a knife, they would not be willing to spit out half a knife. That was why they were all stuffed into the "Earth Room".
Asking them to gather money to buy wine and food was like squeezing oil out of a stone.
"What Mr. Qin?" He couldn't help but ask.
"I only found out this morning. The criminal who was sent in yesterday was Curator Qin of Zeren Medical Center in the west of the city! The son who inherited Old Master Qin's legacy. "
"Is he Old Mr. Qin's son?" Wu Yinquan's eyes widened.
Old Mister Qin was a figure that everyone in Yue City knew. It was not only because his medical skills were superb and he could heal the wounded and save the dying. It was also because of his benevolence as a doctor.
Ren Xin didn't mean that he didn't charge money. In fact, Old Mister Qin's fee was extremely high. Ordinary people couldn't afford to hire him at all.
However, his Zeren Medical Center would treat a large number of poor people who had no money to seek medical treatment every year.
Every time there was a disaster in Yue City or a place that was attacked by Vicious Beasts, Ze Ren Medical Center would be the first to donate.
Not to mention helping orphans, giving porridge to beggars, and asking for medicine.
Old Mister Qin's high consultation fees were all used in these areas.
Many of his disciples and grand-disciples were homeless orphans. Not only did he provide for their livelihood, but he also taught them skills so that they could stand on their own.
In short, in Yue City, there might be people who hadn't seen Old Mister Qin, but there was no one who hadn't heard of him.
Wu Yinquan was no exception.
"That's right!" Old Ding was a little excited. "The reason why my father can live until now is all because of Old Mister Qin!"
Looking at this old fox's rare excitement, Wu Yinquan suddenly understood why the Earth-class private room was so harmonious now.
He subconsciously turned his body to the side and let Old Ding walk over.
Old Ding handed the plate of food into the cell through the small window and cursed, "Hold it steady! You rotten eggs! "
The person inside didn't mind at all. He chuckled and took the plate of food. "It smells so good!"
"Damn it, how long has it been since I ate chicken?"
"Quick, quick, quick, let me smell it too!"
A group of boorish rascals walked to the bed where Qin Nianmin was sleeping soundly. Their voices became gentle. "Mr. Qin? Mr. Qin? Get up and eat. "
Qin Nianmin got up and sat on the bed. Wu Yinquan saw that there was a bruise at the corner of his eye. It seemed that he had suffered when he first entered the cell.
The man next to him placed the plate of food in his hand. "Eat, Mr. Qin."
The sound of saliva being swallowed could be heard in the room.
Wu Yinquan couldn't help but think, to be treated so sincerely by a group of prisoners who definitely couldn't be considered good people, just how high of a reputation did he have?
Qin Nianmin was in his fifties. Because he took good care of himself, although there was a slight layer of frost on his hair, his face didn't look old.
However, at this moment, his expression was haggard. He didn't touch the roasted chicken, only tearing the white bread into strips and eating it bite by bite.
It didn't look like he was eating, but more like a machine forcing himself to do something.
"If you don't want to eat, why are you eating?" Wu Yinquan asked from outside the cell.
Qin Nianmin didn't look at who asked the question. He didn't even turn his head. He only said, "I want to live."
"Old Mister Qin's son shouldn't be breaking the law." Wu Yinquan couldn't help but ask, "Why did you come in here? The person who handed you over said all kinds of nonsense. I don't understand. "
This time, Qin Nianmin turned his head to look at him for a while, his eyes full of grief. "You're not that bad. I don't want to harm you."
Wu Yinquan tactfully shut his mouth.
After being in prison for so many years, he understood all too well that it was best not to know things that he shouldn't know.
Qin Nianmin clearly had such a thing on his back. Therefore, even if he had such a respected father, he still came here.
Thinking of this, Wu Yinquan asked again, "Do you need me to pass on a message to Old Mister Qin?"
In his opinion, Old Mister Qin's son was naturally worth a trip.
However, as soon as he said this, Qin Nianmin, who had an otherworldly aura even in a place like a prison, suddenly put down the plate of food and began to wail loudly.
A man in his fifties cried like a child.
…
Wu Yinquan left the prison in a daze and followed Old Ding to the west of the city.
Old Mister Qin was ninety years old and could be considered to have lived a long life.
Birth, old age, illness, and death were human nature. The people of Yue City should have long been mentally prepared for his departure.
However, when this day really came, it was still so difficult to accept!
The reason why Wu Yinquan was in a daze was that he knew very well that he couldn't be considered a good person. However, at the same time, he also knew very well that a pure good person like Old Mister Qin was very rare in the past, and there would be even fewer in the future!
Even if he was a bad person, he didn't want to live in a world full of bad people.
When Wu Yinquan and Old Ding walked to the west of the city near Zeren Medical Hall, they stopped.
The entire long street was filled with wreaths, and the ground was covered with white sacrificial flowers. However, there weren't many people.
With Old Mister Qin's current status, there should be endless traffic outside the door. Why was there only sacrificial flowers on the street?
Look at that freaky face.
Wu Yinquan was full of doubts as he walked along the long street with Old Ding until they arrived in front of Zeren Medical Hall.
They saw that the door was tightly shut, and there was a banner hanging at the door —
[There is an infectious disease inside. Declining the sacrifice.]
There was only this sentence and nothing else.
It was accompanied by an empty long street, which was covered in white mourning.
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