si-mexico Chapter 741 Someone was killed
Chapter 741 Someone was killed
This time he was holding a bowl of ginger soup in his left hand and a candle in his right hand. He used his elbow to push the door open, looking a little embarrassed.
"Master, are you asleep? Drink the ginger soup." Lingshan didn't know that it was not suitable to drink ginger soup at night. He believed that ginger was warm in nature and drinking it could drive away the cold.
Meng Bujiu had heard Jiang Fubao mention it before, but he still sat up and drank the ginger soup.
The two of them don't look like master and servant, but more like good brothers who have been together for many years.
Caring about each other.
"Go back to sleep, I'm fine." After drinking the soup, Meng Bujiu put the bowl on the table, meaning that he should clean it up tomorrow.
Lingshan didn't bother to be polite with him. He just responded, blew out the candle, and went back to the next room to sleep.
Meng Bujiu didn't sleep well for a whole month.
His complexion became particularly bad, and his originally rosy lips turned pale. When he returned home, Dong Wei and Grandma Rong were shocked.
"Young master, what's wrong with you? Are you sick? Lingshan, how did you take care of the young master? You didn't even tell us when you were sick. Young master, where does it hurt? I'll send someone to call a doctor." Grandma Rong watched Meng Bujiu grow up.
To be disrespectful, even though they are master and servant, she actually treats Meng Bujiu as her own grandson.
He even cares about Meng Bujiu more than Dong Wei.
Tears were about to fall as I spoke.
Meng Bujiu quickly held her hand and said, "It's okay. I've just been busy lately and haven't had a good rest. It has nothing to do with Lingshan. He is also concerned about my health."
Although he said so, Granny Rong was still worried. While he was having dinner with Dong Wei, Granny Rong went to Ren Ai Medical Clinic in person and asked a doctor to come over. It turned out to be Jiang Fubao's apprentice.
"How is the young master's health? Is he seriously ill?" After the doctor finished taking his pulse, Granny Rong asked him anxiously.
"Sir, has something been bothering you lately? I'm afraid you're always waking up at night, with palpitations and trembling. It's not serious, but it's not nothing. If it continues like this, I'm afraid it will hurt your body and affect your lifespan. I hope you won't worry anymore." The doctor was familiar with Meng Bujiu.
Whenever Meng Bujiu came to Ren'ai Medical Clinic, he would say a few words to them.
He also really cared about Meng Bujiu's health.
He took the pulse more seriously than usual, which was why it took him a long time to put down his fingers from Meng Bujiu's wrist.
"What? Affecting your lifespan? No problem, what's wrong with you? Is there anything troubling the county government?" Granny Rong was terrified.
It affects your life span, and you still say it’s no big deal?
It's really a big deal, okay?
Dong Wei's expression was rarely serious.
He stood up from his chair, holding onto the edge of the table, and walked up to the doctor and asked, "Do you have any medicine?"
"Yes, I will prescribe a prescription for you that can calm your nerves. However, the person who tied the bell must untie it. If you want to get better, you have to relax yourself."
The doctor spoke truthfully.
"Bujiu, I heard you. What's wrong with you? Have you encountered any difficulties?" Dong Wei looked at Meng Bujiu.
"It's okay, it's just that the weather has been a bit cold recently and my body can't adapt for a while. It will be fine after a while." Of course, Meng Bujiu couldn't tell the truth to his grandfather.
Could it be that he wanted to say that he dreamed about Jiang Fubao every day?
Can’t sleep because of worry?
If people misunderstood, they would think that he had some intention towards Fubao.
Meng Bujiu's ears felt a little hot, because he had always treated Fubao as his sister.
Always.
only......
It seems that his heart is out of control...
Meng Bujiu's pupils, like those of stars, were somewhat dilated; he was distracted.
When I came back to my senses, I saw my grandfather's anxious face.
"Tell me, kid, what's the problem? Tell me. If I can't help you, go ask your father for help."
Dong Wei only has this one grandson. It would be a lie to say that he doesn't care about him. In fact, he thinks Meng Bujiu is more important than himself.
"It's really okay." Meng Bujiu still didn't say anything.
He pretended to have something to do at the county government office and took Lingshan away.
I didn't even have time to take the medicine.
Dong Wei was worried that something had happened to him, so he asked the doctor to go back and prescribe some medicine, and he would send someone to Chang'an Town the next day.
And Lingshan kept looking at Meng Bujiu on the way out of the house.
The night before yesterday, he was worried that the window of the young master's room would be blown open again, so when he got up in the middle of the night to pee, he thought about checking whether the window was closed. As a result, when he arrived outside the young master's room, he heard the young master calling Miss Fubao's name in his dream.
Could it be that the young master is thinking about Miss Fubao?
Lingshan was keeping a secret in his heart, and was distracted while driving the carriage, and he almost hit a young man.
Fortunately, he held the reins tightly and was not going very fast, otherwise someone would have died. However, the boy still fell down.
Meng Bujiu also staggered and almost fell into the carriage.
"Lingshan, what happened?" He sounded a little worried.
Lingshan quickly said apologetically, "Master, I was wrong. I was distracted just now and almost hit someone. Fortunately, nothing happened. Don't worry, I will drive carefully."
Lingshan wanted to apologize to the boy, but he disappeared.
It’s weird.
It's not his fault.
No... Lingshan frowned. He seemed to have seen blood on the young man's body just now. Could it be that he was injured?
It’s better to ask someone, so as not to hurt the person. Even if the person has no money to treat the disease, you can tell he is a poor person by looking at his clothes.
Before Lingshan could think about it, a woman covered in blood suddenly rushed into the street, screaming hysterically.
"Oh no, someone's dead, there are robbers, help, come and help us, my boss has passed away, why am I so miserable, I finally saved up enough money to send my son to Sanshan School, and bought a house in Lianshan Town, and now I'm faced with thieves in broad daylight.
Damn it, damn it, you actually used a kitchen knife to cut my man's neck, just to steal his purse. If you had asked for money earlier, I would have given it to you. Poor boss, you died miserably. Where are the police? Where are the police? Come and help me. Can any kind-hearted person help me call a doctor? My son, we have no one to protect us from now on..."
The woman seemed to be frightened and her words were incoherent. She could not stand steadily and sat down on the ground, starting to cry.
The tears, snot and blood mixed together looked scary and pitiful.
Meng Bujiu quickly got off the carriage, told Lingshan to call the officials, and went to the woman's house alone.
As soon as I entered the door, I saw a thin man lying in the yard.
He was covered in blood, especially around his neck.
His shirt was soaked with blood, but Meng Bujiu was not afraid at all. He had seen similar scenes many times since he became a county magistrate.
He squatted beside the man, felt his breath with his hand, and checked his wounds.
The cut was extremely deep, almost cutting off his head. No wonder he died so quickly.
He put down his hand, stood up, and looked at the kitchen and house of the family.