Although the little boy's story was similar to what Qin Feng had guessed, Qin Feng couldn't help but cursed in a low voice. Nowadays, there are only rivers and lakes left without morality.
"Da Mao, can you still remember where you live?"
Qin Feng straightened Da Mao's leg bones with his hands, then clamped his calf with two wooden boards, and tore off a sheet to make a simple splint.
"Can't remember..."
Da Mao shook his head. Although his painful forehead was covered with cold sweat, he bit his lips tightly and did not cry out in pain.
"I just remember that my second home was in the south, but I don't know which city."
Damao added that after suffering so much outside these years, he also longed to see his parents and family.
It's just that Da Mao was only four years old when he was trafficked for the first time, and he was only five years old the second time, both of which are at an age where he doesn't remember anything.
According to scientists' analysis and research on children's memory, children will have a memory decline when they are seven years old, and they will forget many things before the age of seven.
"Then what are you going to do in the future?" Qin Feng poured a glass of water for the little boy and said, "Where is your sister now? Can you feel relieved when you come out alone?"
"My sister is sick." Da Mao's mood suddenly became a little depressed. He struggled to sit up and said, "I...I want to go find my sister..."
Although she is not his biological sister, over the years, Da Mao has been fulfilling the responsibility of being an older brother. Only he knows the pain and sorrow in this.
"Don't worry, I'll take you to have something to eat." Qin Feng pressed him on the bed, and when he moved his ears, he heard Dou Jianjun's footsteps on the corridor.
"Master Qin, I bought two roast chickens and porridge, and also bought a bottle of wine. You can eat some as well."
After Dou Jianjun knocked on the door and came in, he put the bag on the table. Suddenly, the smell of roast chicken filled the whole room. Da Mao, who was lying on the bed, couldn't help but tremble in his throat.
"His nutrition is not very good and he cannot eat anything too greasy."
Qin Feng glanced at Da Mao, took out the white porridge in a plastic box, and said, "Da Mao, I'll tear some shredded meat for you. You can drink this bowl of white porridge first."
Qin Feng has been homeless longer than Da Mao. He knows that street children like these are malnourished for a long time. If they suddenly eat something too greasy, they will definitely suffer from gastrointestinal problems.
When Qin Feng was eleven years old, Liu Zimo secretly brought him a roast goose during the Chinese New Year, and Qin Feng and his sister ate it up in one meal.
But the Qin Feng brother and sister had diarrhea the next day, and they had no money to see a doctor. They suffered for more than a week. In the end, Liu Zimo got medicine from home and was cured.
"Um!"
Da Mao agreed, took the white porridge handed by Qin Feng and started eating, but his eyes would glance at the two roast chickens on the table from time to time.
"Da Mao, eat slowly, you can eat the roast chicken in the future." Seeing Da Mao's appearance, Qin Feng couldn't help but think of himself back then. He could understand what Da Mao was thinking at this time.
"Why don't you eat?" Qin Feng asked strangely when he saw Da Mao suddenly put down the plastic box.
"I'm about to finish eating. My sister has nothing to eat. I'll leave some for her." Da Mao protected the porridge in the box with his hand.
"There's plenty, just eat it." Hearing the little boy's words, Dou Jianjun was also a little moved, and quickly tilted the bag to give Da Mao a look.
"Thank you, uncle." Seeing that there were several porridges in plastic boxes inside, Da Mao nodded heavily, and then started to devour them hungrily.
"Master Qin, we seem to have provoked a local snake.
Dou Jianjun took out a roast chicken and handed it to Qin Feng and said, "When I went out to buy things just now, I saw a lot of gangster-looking people milling around, as if they were looking for us."
"Huh? Still want to die?"
Qin Feng frowned when he heard this. He had already struck hard today, and he had a very strong sense of propriety. If the other party's boss was a veteran, he would probably only swallow this breath.
"Master Qin, I'm afraid that the other party is looking for the kid's sister..." Dou Jianjun thought for a moment and pursed his lips at the little boy.
"Yes, I forgot about this."
Qin Feng slapped his forehead and stood up quickly. He had just listened to Da Mao's story and couldn't help but be immersed in his memories of that year. He didn't expect this.
Qin Feng asked: "Da Mao, do you and your sister live far away? Do Brother Hu and the others know?"
"They shouldn't know, right?" Da Mao's answer was hesitant, but after hearing the conversation between Qin Feng and Dou Jianjun, he also became anxious.
"Let's go, take us there..." Qin Feng picked up Da Mao and walked out the door.
"It's right there, how...why is there someone else?"
Damao and his sister live not far away, about one kilometer along the railway. The two brothers live in a bridge hole next to the railway. The environment is not as good as that of Qin Feng and his brother and sister.
And at this time, there were two young men standing around the bridge hole, shouting something inside. Seeing this scene, Da Mao suddenly started struggling in Qin Feng's arms.
"Hey, find this kid!!" The bridge cave was surrounded by a wide open space. When Qin Feng and Dou Jianjun came here, the two people also saw them.
"Brother, are you on that road? Isn't it too harsh to attack?"
The two of them walked up from under the bridge. One of them took a step forward and said, "For this little brat, you have to cut off the hand tendons and hamstrings of four of our brothers. Don't you think it's a bit excessive?"
Another person picked up a wooden stick from the side of the bridge and weighed it in his hand. However, thinking of the miserable state of Brother Hu and the others, the person took two steps back and reached out his hand to take out a mobile phone from his waist to make a call.
Got up.
"Is it too much?" Qin Feng handed the big hair to Dou Jianjun and sneered: "Isn't it too much for four adults to beat a child?"
"This is what we do, are you the one who has crossed the line?" After hearing Qin Feng's words, the man said angrily: "You seem to be in the Jianghu, there is no such thing over there?
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"Hongye also has to be moral."
Qin Feng was too lazy to talk nonsense with this kind of person. He waved his hand and said, "I'm not in a good mood. You two should either get out of here or leave your hands and feet here!"
When he came to the familiar railway, Qin Feng's mind was filled with memories about him and his sister. He really didn't want to talk nonsense with these gangsters, and he was also afraid that he would not be able to suppress the anger in his heart and kill them directly.
"If...if you have the guts, don't run away!"
As soon as Qin Feng said this, the two young men were shocked and ran back more than ten meters, but they did not leave because one of them had already called their boss.
"Old Dou, you're up there, I'll go down and have a look..."
Qin Feng didn't pay attention to those two people at all, and he also knew that Dou Jianjun's skills could easily kill these two gangsters.
This is a cement bridge. There is a round hole under the bridge head. It can discharge floods when there is a flood and reduce the pressure on the bridge. It is usually a hollow. When Qin Feng walked to the bridge hole, he couldn't help but frown.
Because there were weeds by the river and Yangcheng was a southern city, mosquitoes started to stir up as soon as they reached the bridge. Qin Feng couldn't imagine how the two brothers and sisters could live here.
"This kid is really thoughtful..." Qin Feng nodded as he took a closer look at the bridge hole. There were traces of burning mugwort beside the bridge hole, which must have been used to repel mosquitoes.
Although the bridge cave was filled with a damp smell, there were many mineral water bottles and garbage piled beside it.
But Qin Feng still got in as soon as he was short. When he was picking up rags, he often had to go in and out of garbage dumps with worse conditions than this one.
The weather in the south is warmer, so there is only a mat spread inside the bridge hole, and a small figure is lying on the mat.
Seeing this figure, Qin Feng's heart suddenly tightened. When he came home from outside, as long as his sister lay in bed and did not greet him, she must be sick.
"I have a fever..."
Qin Feng squatted down and touched the little girl's forehead. Sure enough, the girl's forehead was very hot, and the fever was probably not serious. Qin Feng's movement was so loud that he didn't wake up the little girl.
Qin Feng didn't think much, took off his coat, wrapped the girl up, held her in his arms and walked out of the bridge.
"Master, are you okay?" Dou Jianjun shouted when he saw Qin Feng coming out. In order to prevent those two bastards from hearing Qin Feng's surname, he even omitted the word "Qin".
"I have a fever, I'm in a bit of trouble." Qin Feng walked up with the little girl in his arms. He didn't want to reveal his whereabouts, so it was best not to go to the hospital if possible.
"Is my sister okay?" Da Mao struggled in Dou Jianjun's arms to get off.
"Don't move, Old Dou, keep an eye on these two." Qin Feng suddenly thought of the handful of mugwort he saw in the bridge hole, and quickly put the little girl on the ground, turned around and returned to the bridge hole.
"Uncle...Uncle, what...are you going to do?"
Seeing Qin Feng coming back with a handful of dry mugwort and taking off the little girl's old clothes, Da Mao suddenly became anxious and wanted to stop Qin Feng, but he felt that the other party would not hurt his sister.
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"First scrape, then moxibustion..."
Qin Feng didn't explain much. After touching himself, he found a small mirror, which he used to touch up his makeup at any time while he was abroad.
Turning the little girl over and lying on the ground with her back facing up, Qin Feng used the edge of the mirror to gently scrape the girl's back. Following Qin Feng's movements, the girl's back was suddenly covered with dark red bleeding spots.
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"First beat out the poison, then burn it with mugwort, and your sister's fever will go away."
Qin Feng explained to the little boy and lit the mugwort in his hand. After the mugwort burned to ashes, Qin Feng grabbed a handful of warm grass ashes and applied it to several acupuncture points on the girl's back.
He started massaging it gently with his hands.
After this busy time, even Qin Feng's forehead was sweating, but the little girl's breathing gradually became steady and the color returned to her face.
