Red Heart Survey

The scene before him made Wu Yinquan very strange.

He even took a few steps back, checked the location of this cell again and again, and finally confirmed that he did not go to the wrong place. This is really the famous "district private room" in the big prison, not a model cell used to fool Shangguan.

Wu Yinquan wondered if the man had already been beaten to death, and this group of rotten people deliberately covered him up as if he was sleeping to avoid responsibility.

He was about to go out to call other jailers over - he really didn't dare to go in and pick someone up by himself.

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

When he got closer, he saw that what he was holding was a food plate with a roast chicken, two steamed buns and even a jug of wine!

"Good old man!" Wu Yinquan stretched out his hand to pull the chicken leg: "Who is this, so loose? You got a lot of oil, right?"

"Songkuai" means "comfortable" outside, but it means "willing to spend money" in prison.

"Boiling oil" is also a slang word in prison, which means accepting bribes.

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

Wu Yinquan froze with his half-stretched hand, feeling a little unhappy.

He asked himself that his opponents were very kind to these jailers on weekdays, allowing them to have fun in private, not just caring about himself like other small cell bosses. This time he saw it, and it was a very reasonable request to share some profit.

But this old man seems so ignorant!

"You won't even let me eat a chicken drumstick?" He asked sullenly.

The cell was too dark, and Lao Ding didn't pay much attention to Wu Yinquan's face, so he just smiled and said: "Mr. Qin is a clean person. If you get dirty, maybe you won't eat it. I didn't pay for this meal." , It was collected by the group in the private room, I didn’t have enough money to buy wine, so I added some more. I’ll treat you to another meal 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-skinned and thick-skinned, and they are reluctant to spit out half a knife's money when they are cut by a knife, so they will all be stuffed into the "local private room".

Asking them to contribute money to buy wine and vegetables is like squeezing oil out of the cracks in the rocks.

"What Mr. Qin?" He couldn't help asking.

"I only found out this morning. The prisoner sent in yesterday is Director Qin of Zeren Medical Center in the west of the city! The son who inherited Mr. Qin's mantle."

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

Mr. Qin is a figure that everyone in Yuecheng knows and knows. Not only because of his superb medical skills, saving lives and healing the wounded. It also lies in his benevolence as a doctor.

Benevolence does not mean that he does not charge money for outpatient visits. In fact, Mr. Qin’s fees are so high that other people simply cannot afford to hire him.

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

Whenever there is a disaster in the city of Yuecheng, and any place is attacked by a fierce beast, Zeren Medical Center must be the first to donate.

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

The high consultation fees that Mr. Qin collected were all used in these aspects.

Many of his apprentices and grandchildren are homeless orphans. He not only supports their lives, but also teaches them skills so that they can stand on their own.

All in all, in Yuecheng, there may be people who have never met Mr. Qin, but there is no one who has never heard of Mr. Qin.

Of course Wu Yinquan is no exception.

"Yes!" Lao Ding was a little excited: "My father can live until now, all thanks to Mr. Qin!"

Seeing the rare excited look of this old fried dough stick, Wu Yinquan suddenly understood why the private rooms of local shops are so harmonious now.

He turned sideways unconsciously and let Lao Ding walk over.

Lao Ding handed the food tray into the prison cell through the small window, and cursed in a dirty manner: "Stay safe! You rotten bastards!"

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

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

"Hurry up, give me a sniff too!"

A group of rude bad guys walked to Qin Nianmin's sleeping bedside, but their voice softened: "Mr. Qin? Mr. Qin? Get up and eat."

Qin Nianmin got up and sat on the bed. Wu Yinquan saw a bruise in the corner of his eye. It seemed that he had suffered a lot when he first entered the cell.

The man next to him put the food plate in his hand: "Eat, Mr. Qin."

There was the sound of swallowing saliva in the room.

Wu Yinquan couldn't help but think, how much virtue does it have to treat a group of prisoners who are by no means good people so sincerely?

Qin Nianmin is also in his fifties, and because of proper maintenance, although his hair is slightly frosted, his face does not look old.

It's just that he looked haggard at the moment, and he didn't touch the roast chicken. He just tore the white flour steamed buns into strips and ate them bite by bite.

It didn't look like eating, but more like mechanically forcing myself to do something.

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

Qin Nianmin didn't look at who was asking the question, and didn't even turn his head. He just said, "I want to live."

"Mr. Qin's son shouldn't break the law." Wu Yinquan couldn't help asking, "Why did you come in? The person who handed you over talked in a mess and couldn't understand it."

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

Wu Yinquan shut his mouth wisely.

After so many years in prison, he understood too well that it was best not to know what he shouldn't know.

Qin Nianmin obviously carried such a thing on his back. So even though he had such a respected father, he still entered here.

Thinking of this, Wu Yinquan asked again: "Do you need me to say 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 still had an air of desolation, suddenly put down his food plate and burst into tears.

A man in his fifties cried like a child.

...

Wu Yinquan left the prison in a daze, and followed Lao Ding to the west of the city.

Mr. Qin is ninety years old, which is considered a long life.

Birth, old age, sickness and death are human nature. For his departure, Yuecheng people should say that they were psychologically prepared.

But when this day really comes, it is still so hard to accept!

The reason why Wu Yinquan lost his soul was that he knew very well that he could not be regarded as a good person, but at the same time, he also knew very well that there were very few purely good people like Mr. Qin before, and there will be even fewer in the future!

Even bad guys don't want to live in a world full of bad guys.

When Wu Yinquan and Lao Ding walked near the Zeren Medical Center in the west of the city, they stopped.

There is a whole long street, wreath after wreath, and the ground is covered with white sacrificial flowers. But there are not many people.

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

It looked creepy.

Full of doubts, Wu Yinquan and Lao Ding walked along the long street until they reached the gate of Zeren Medical Center.

I saw the door was closed tightly, and there was a banner hanging on the door——

[There is a contagious disease inside, please do not offer sacrifices. 】

Just this sentence, nothing else.

Accompanying it is an empty long street, ten miles away.

Do not stop for recommended tickets, there is still a hundred tickets left to go to the end of the crane.