The scene he saw in front of him was very strange to Wu Yinquan.
He even took a few steps back and checked the location of the cell again and again before finally confirming that he had not gone to the wrong place. This was really the notorious "private room with a local name" in the prison, and
This is not a model prison cell used to fool superiors.
Wu Yinquan wondered whether the man had been beaten to death, and the bad guys deliberately covered it up to look like he was sleeping in order to avoid responsibility.
Just as he was about to go out and summon other jailers to come over, he really didn't dare to go in and pick up someone by himself.
Turning around, the jailer Old Ding came over carrying something.
When I got closer, I saw that what I was carrying was a plate with a roasted chicken, two steamed buns, and even a pot of wine!
"Good old man!" Wu Yinquan stretched out his hand to pull the chicken leg: "Who is this, so loose and easy? You have rolled a lot of oil, haven't you?"
"Songkuai" outside means "comfortable", but in prison it means "willing to spend money".
"Boiling" is also a slang term in prison, which means accepting bribes.
Old Ding held the food plate to one side, avoiding Wu Yinquan's hand, and said with a smile: "Boss, let me get Mr. Qin something to eat."
Wu Yinquan's half-stretched hand froze for a moment, feeling a little unhappy.
He asked himself that he was usually very kind to the jailers under his command, allowing them to indulge in sex in private, instead of just looking after himself like other prison guards. This time, he saw that it was a reasonable request to share some of the money.
But this old man seems to be so ignorant!
"You won't let me eat a chicken leg?" he asked with a sullen face.
It was too dark in the cell, so Lao Ding didn't pay much attention to Wu Yinquan's face. He just smiled and said: "Mr. Qin is a clean person. If you get it, you may not eat it. This meal is not paid for by me."
, it was the group in the private room who gathered it together. I didn’t have enough money to buy wine, so I added some more. I’ll treat you to something else later.”
Wu Yinquan was even more surprised now, and even forgot to stay angry.
Those rotten people in the "private rooms" are all rough-skinned and thick-skinned. Even if they were cut with a knife, they would not be willing to spit out half of the money, so they were all packed into the "local private rooms".
Asking them to pool their money to buy food and drinks is like squeezing oil from the cracks in the rocks.
"What Mr. Qin?" he couldn't help but ask.
"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 legacy."
"He's Mr. Qin's son?" Wu Yinquan's eyes widened.
Mr. Qin is a well-known figure in the entire Yue City. Not only because of his superb medical skills and saving lives and injuries, but also because of his benevolence as a doctor.
Benevolence doesn't mean that he doesn't charge for medical visits. In fact, Mr. Qin charges so much that other people can't even afford 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 somewhere in Yuecheng City or a place attacked by ferocious beasts, Zeren Medical Center will be the first to donate.
Not to mention rescuing orphans, giving porridge to beggars and asking for medicine.
The high medical fees collected by Mr. Qin were all used in these areas.
Many of his disciples and grandchildren were homeless orphans. He not only provided for their livelihood, but also taught them skills so that they could become independent.
All in all, in Yuecheng, there may be people who have never seen Mr. Qin, but there is no one who has not heard of Mr. Qin.
Wu Yinquan is certainly no exception.
"Yes!" Lao Ding was a little excited: "My father's survival to this day is all thanks to Mr. Qin!"
Seeing this old man's rare expression of excitement, Wu Yinquan suddenly understood why the famous private room was so harmonious now.
He unconsciously turned sideways and let Lao Ding walk over.
Old Ding passed the food tray into the cell through the small window and cursed in a dirty voice: "Hold it carefully! You rotten bastards!"
The people inside didn't mind at all and took the food plate with a smile: "It smells so good!"
"Damn it, how long has it been since you had chicken?"
"Quick, quick, give me a sniff!"
A group of rude bad guys walked to the bedside where Qin Nianmin was sleeping soundly, but their voices softened: "Mr. Qin? Mr. Qin? Get up and eat."
Qin Nianmin stood up and sat on the bed. Wu Yinquan saw a black ball 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 placed the food plate in his hand: "Eat, Mr. Qin."
There was a sound of drooling in the room.
Wu Yinquan couldn't help but think about how much virtue it was to have a group of prisoners who could never be considered good people treat him so sincerely.
Qin Nianmin is also in his fifties. Due to proper maintenance, although his hair is slightly frosty, his face does not look old.
But at this moment, he looked haggard, and he didn't touch the roast chicken. He just tore the white-flour steamed bun into strips and ate them one bite at a time.
It doesn't feel like eating, but more like forcing yourself to do something mechanically.
"Why do you want to eat if you don't 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 but ask: "Why did you come in? The person who handed you over spoke in a mess, and I couldn't understand it."
Qin Nianmin turned to look at him for a while this time, his eyes were very sad: "You are not very bad, I don't want to harm you."
Wu Yinquan shut his mouth knowingly.
After being in prison for so many years, he knew very well that it was best not to know things that he shouldn't know.
Qin Nianmin obviously had something like that on his back. So even though he had such a highly respected father, he still entered here.
Thinking of this, Wu Yinquan asked again: "Do you need me to bring anything to Mr. Qin?"
In his opinion, Mr. Qin's son is certainly worth his while.
But as soon as he said these words, Qin Nianmin, who had an aura of being out of the world even in a place like a cell, 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 despair and followed Lao Ding to the west of the city.
Mr. Qin is ninety years old, so he has a long life.
Birth, old age, illness and death are all human nature. It should be said that the people of Yuecheng were mentally prepared for his departure.
But when that day comes, it’s still so hard to accept!
The reason why Wu Yinquan was devastated was that he knew very well that he was not a good person, but he also knew very well that there were very few pure good people like Mr. Qin in the past, and there would be even fewer in the future!
Even bad people don’t want to live in a world full of bad people.
When Wu Yinquan and Lao Ding came to the vicinity of Zeren Medical Center in the west of the city, they stopped.
The whole long street was covered with wreaths, and the ground was covered with white sacrificial flowers. But there were not many people in sight.
Given Mr. Qin's current status, there should be a lot of traffic outside the door. Why are there only flowers for sacrifices all over the street?
It looks creepy.
Full of doubts, Wu Yinquan and Lao Ding walked along the long street until they reached the door of Zeren Medical Center.
I saw the door was closed and there was a banner hanging at the door
[There is an infectious disease inside, so no memorial service is allowed.]
Just this sentence, nothing more.
Accompanying it is a long empty street, ten miles of plain.