"Well, Xiao Yao has been kneeling at the main entrance of the medical center all day and night, and he hasn't left yet." Luo Xishui wanted to plead for Xiao Yao.
"Leave him alone." Xue Qing said coldly, and this tone made Luo Xishui have to shut up.
There are many people who come to Tianxue Medical Center to seek medical treatment or study medicine. People often kneel at the door to ask for help. It is not surprising for the disciples of the medical center. But Xiao Yao has been kneeling here all day and all night, and he is still injured.
Ordinary people can't stand it anymore.
Guo Xiaoqi and Ye Xiaoyu stuck their heads out and looked at Xiao Yao, who was drenched by the pouring rain outside. His face was pale and his body was very weak.
"Brother Xiao Qi, he looks so pitiful. Why doesn't the owner agree to let him stay?" Ye Xiaoyu asked with a pout.
"Oh, the museum owner didn't like him in the first place. He didn't even want to save him at first. We all begged for mercy, so the museum owner saved him." Guo Xiaoqi scratched his head. During the day, he had persuaded Xiao Yao to come to the museum.
The Lord was unwilling to take him in and asked him to go down the mountain, but Xiao Yao refused to listen and kept kneeling here to death.
"It's raining so hard. He's going to get sick if he's kept wet." Ye Xiaoyu shook her head, her eyes filled with sympathy.
"Well, Deacon Luo specially told him not to worry about him." Guo Xiaoqi was also soft-hearted and seemed helpless, and there was nothing he could do to help.
"He seems to be saying something all the time. What did he say?" Ye Xiaoyu pursed her lips and asked.
"I don't know." Guo Xiaoqi knocked her head. Seeing that it was raining so hard outside, "Why don't we send an umbrella over there."
Ye Xiaoyu nodded quickly: "Okay, let's go to the kitchen and get a bowl of ginger soup."
The two of them went into the house, one went to get an umbrella and the other brought ginger soup.
Xiao Yao's whole body was soaked, his clothes clung to his body, and the rain kept falling. He hadn't eaten for a day. He was so hungry that he was dizzy and his mind went blank. His knees started to hurt, but they don't hurt anymore. They were probably numb.
Had to lose consciousness.
Tears and rain mingled together, his vision became increasingly blurry, and he couldn't see clearly what was in front of him. His lips kept twitching, repeating this sentence: "I am not a waste, I am not a waste..."
His body was cold, he felt so cold, as if he saw heavy snow falling and everything around him was white.
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Two years ago, in the deep winter, heavy snow fell, and the entire Luochuan City was covered with a layer of silver.
Luochuan City is a city in the Western Empire that is as prosperous as the imperial capital and has a dense population. Luochuan City is controlled by General Xiao Xu.
Xiao Xu is the god of war general of the Western Empire, and he is deeply trusted by the king. Twenty years ago, Luochuan City on the border of the empire was still desolate. Later, it was precisely because he guarded the border that his residence was moved to Luochuan, which made this place develop so fast.
Unexpected.
The general's mansion is very large, with Xiao Xu's favorite pine and cypress trees lined up on both sides.
The pines and cypresses are evergreen, swaying gently with the breeze, as if they are laughing and praising the glory of the general.
The mansion is resplendent with red walls, yellow tiles, carved beams and painted buildings.
Just like a smaller palace, there are palaces and towers at different heights, spectacular and majestic.