In a small courtyard in the west of the city, three small houses were crowded with people.
Waiter A lay on the narrow wooden bed and kept wailing: "It hurts me to death, it hurts me to death."
His father was sitting at a small table not far away, drinking and scolding his mother: "You deserve it, who made you stupid? No one else dares to mess with that tigress, but you can!"
His mother sat aside and wiped her tears: "The child has suffered a great loss, so he has to say less."
"I didn't know she was so cruel." Waiter A begged: "Mom, please give me another application of that Shenxian powder."
His mother was about to get the medicine when his father slammed the table: "Don't apply it to him! Such expensive medicine has just been applied. Give it to him tomorrow morning! Go to sleep!"
His mother didn't dare to speak, so she brought him a bowl of water and placed it on the bedside, then followed his father tremblingly.
Guy A howled for a while, stopped howling, closed his eyes and fell asleep.
But not long after I fell asleep, I woke up from pain again.
So he howled sadly again.
No one in the family paid attention to him, they all fell asleep.
Guy A regretted it to death. If he had known this, he should not have agreed to that person.
Just a few taels of silver, when will I not be able to earn them?
While he was regretting it, the door of the room was suddenly opened from the outside, and a figure sneaked in: "Brother, you are suffering."
Waiter A turned around and saw a middle-aged man's face looking at him with a sinister smile under the dim light.
He breathed a sigh of relief: "Why are you here?"
The middle-aged man waved the baggage in his hand and said with a smile: "No, I heard that you were beaten, and I brought you medicine and money. My medicine is very good, and it won't hurt when you apply it."
Waiter A said impatiently: "You bitches want to fine me wages, how much did you bring me?"
The middle-aged man took out a piece of silver and handed it to him: "Look, it's a full ten taels!"
Waiter A's eyes shone: "Quickly, give me some medicine, I'm in severe pain."
The middle-aged man smiled obscenely, took off his quilt, took out the medicine bottle and was about to pour medicine into it.
Suddenly, the light flickered, a cold wind hit, and a hand snatched the bottle from his hand with lightning speed.
The middle-aged man's eyes widened in surprise, and he saw a young man with sharp eyebrows and starry eyes standing in front of him, looking at him coldly.
It was the steward named Mu Li next to Mu Yunhan.
"You...I..." The middle-aged man turned around and ran away, but was swept to the ground by Mu Li. He then twisted his arm and stomped on his face so hard that he couldn't move.
Waiter A was startled: "Stand-in-charge, I...this...I didn't do anything..."
Gou Sheng'er walked in, carrying a live rat struggling desperately.
Waiter A was so frightened that he covered his mouth. Could it be that he was going to put this live mouse in his mouth?
"What are you thinking about?" Gou Sheng'er looked at him with contempt, took out his dagger, made a wound on the mouse, and put it in front of Mu Li.
Mu Li flicked the medicine bottle he grabbed lightly, and a trace of medicine powder fell on the mouse.
"Squeak, squeak, squeak," the mouse screamed miserably, and its limbs twitched.
Waiter A vaguely understood something, but it wasn't clear enough.
After half a cup of tea, the mouse stopped moving and stopped barking.
Gou Sheng'er picked up the mouse with chopsticks and showed it to him. The wound was fester, discolored and smelly, and the mouse was even more dying.
"Did you see clearly what good medicine he gave you?" Gou Sheng'er smiled and pulled out his long knife and chopped it hard into the silver ingot. (To be continued)