Chapter 123: Ten Miles of Striped Silk

ll brought by Chong Xuan Sheng and opened her meridians, officially entering the extraordinary realm. Her steps were lighter, and her breath was longer.Jiang Wang passed on her foundation-building arr...The scene before Wu Yinquan's eyes was very unfamiliar.

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He even took a few steps back and looked around the cell several times before finally confirming that he hadn't taken a wrong turn. This was really the infamous "Di Zi Hao" room in the big prison, not some model cell used to appease higher-ups.

Wu Yinquan suspected that the man might have been killed, and this group of scoundrels intentionally disguised him as sleeping to evade responsibility.

Just as he was about to go out and call for other guards—he really didn't dare go in alone to fetch someone.

As soon as he turned his head, Lao Ding, the prison guard, walked over carrying something.

On closer inspection, it turned out to be a food platter with a roast chicken, two steamed buns, and even a pot of wine!

"You old Ding!" Wu Yinquan reached out to grab the drumstick: "Who is this So loose and relaxed You boy must have rolled around in some oil, huh"

"鬆快" means "comfortable" outside, but in prison, it means "willing to spend money".

“Grease the wheels” is also prison slang for taking bribes.

Old Ding moved his plate sideways to avoid Wu Yinquan's hand and smiled awkwardly: "Head, I'll get some food for Mr. Qin."

Wu Yinquan's hand, halfway to his drink, froze. He felt a twinge of displeasure.

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He asked himself if he had been kind to his guards in the past, allowing them to indulge themselves privately and not being like other prison captains who only cared about themselves. This time, asking for a share of the profits seemed quite reasonable.

But this old Ding, he seems so clueless!

“Don’t even let me have a chicken leg” he asked with a sullen face.

The cell was too dark for Lao Ding to notice Wu Yinquan's face. He just chuckled and said, "Mr. Qin is a clean freak, you might not want to eat after touching this. Besides, I didn't pay for this meal. It was the group in the private room who pooled their money together to buy the liquor. They ran out of money, so I chipped in a bit. I'll treat you to another meal later."

Wu Yinquan was even more surprised now, and he even forgot to continue being angry.

The people in the private room are all ruthless and thick-skinned. They wouldn't even spare a dime if you cut them, that's why they end up in the "earth-shaped" private room.

Asking them to chip in for the drinks and food is like squeezing oil out of a stone.

"What did you say, Mr. Qin" he couldn't help but ask.

“I only found out this morning too. The criminal who was brought in yesterday, it's Qin Guanchang from the Zeren Medical Hall in Xicheng! The son who inherited his father Qin Lao's mantle.”

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"Qin Lao's son" Wu Yinquan widened his eyes.

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Mr. Qin was a well-known figure throughout Yuecheng. His fame stemmed not only from his superb medical skills, which saved countless lives, but also from his compassionate heart as a physician.

Kindness doesn't mean he didn't charge for his visits. In fact, Mr. Qin charged exorbitant fees; ordinary people couldn't afford him at all.

But his Ze Ren Medical Hall treats a large number of impoverished people who cannot afford medical care every year.

Whenever a place within the city of Yuecheng suffered a disaster or was attacked by ferocious beasts, Ze Ren Medical Hall would always be the first to donate.

Needless to say, taking care of orphans and providing food and medicine to the beggars.

All of the high medical fees that Mr. Qin charged went towards these areas.

His disciples and grandchildren, many of whom were homeless orphans, he not only supported their living but also imparted his skills to them, enabling them to become self-sufficient.

In Yuecheng, not everyone may have met Mr. Qin, but no one hasn't heard of him.

Of course, Wu Yinquan is no exception.

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“Yes!” Old Ding was a little excited: “My father being able to live to this day is all thanks to Mr. Qin!”

Seeing the rare excitement on this old fox's face, Wu Yinquan suddenly understood why the numbered private room was so harmonious right now.

He unconsciously turned his body, letting Lao Ding walk past.

Lao Ding passed the food tray through the small window into the prison cell, his mouth muttering curses: “Hold it steady! You bunch of bastards!”

The people inside didn't mind at all, and they took the plate with a "hehe" smile. "It smells so good!"

"Damn, it's been ages since I had some chicken!"

"Come on, come on, let me smell it too!"

A group of rough-looking scoundrels walked up to Qin Nianmin's sleeping bed, but their voices softened: "Mr. Qin Mr. Qin Get up for breakfast."

Qin Nianmin got up and sat on the bed. Wu Yinquan saw that he had a bruise in the corner of his eye, so he must have suffered when he first entered the prison.

The man beside him placed the dish in his hand: "Eat, Mr. Qin."

A string of gulps echoed in the room.

Wu Yinquan couldn't help but think, what kind of virtue is it that allows a group of prisoners who can't be considered good people to treat him with such sincerity

Qin Nianmin was in his fifties, but because he took good care of himself, although his hair had a hint of gray, his face didn't look old at all.

He was just looking haggard, and he didn't touch the roast chicken. He only tore the steamed bread into strips and ate it bite by bite.

That doesn't seem like eating, more like mechanically forcing myself to do something.

"If you don't want to eat, why do you have to" Wu Yinquan asked outside the cell.

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Qin Nianmin didn't look to see who was asking the question, nor did he even turn his head. He simply said, "I want to live."

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"Mr. Qin's son shouldn't have broken the law." Wu Yinquan couldn't help but ask, "What brings you here The person who brought you in spoke so messily, I couldn't understand anything."

Qin Nianmin turned his head and looked at him for a while, his eyes filled with sadness: "You're not a bad person, I don't want to hurt you."

Wu Yinquan, being a man of taste, wisely kept quiet.

After so many years in prison, he knew too well that some things were better left unknown.

Qin Nianmin was obviously carrying something on his back. So even though he had such a respected father, he still came here.

Thinking about this, Wu Yinquan asked again: "Do you need me to bring a message to Mr. Qin"

In his eyes, Qin Lao's son was certainly worth a trip.

But as soon as he said this, even in a place like a cell, Qin Nianmin, who always had an air of nobility, suddenly put down his meal and burst into tears.

A person over fifty was crying like a child.

Wu Yinquan left the prison in a daze and despondency, following Lao Ding toward the west of the city.

Mr. Qin is ninety years old, which is considered a long life.

Birth, aging, sickness, and death are natural occurrences for humans. His departure should have been expected by the people of Yuecheng.

But when that day actually arrives, it's still so hard to accept!

Wu Yinquan was utterly heartbroken because he knew very well that he wasn't a good person. But at the same time, he was acutely aware that a genuinely kind and pure soul like Old Master Qin was rare then, and would become even rarer in the future!

Even a bad person wouldn't want to live in a world full of bad people.

When Wu Yinquan and Lao Ding walked to the vicinity of Ze Ren's clinic in Xicheng, they stopped.

The entire street was lined with wreaths, and the ground was covered in white flowers. But there were few people around.

Given Mr. Qin's current status, there should be a bustling street outside his door, not just flowers everywhere.

It's creepy looking.

Wu Yinquan, filled with questions, walked along the street with Lao Ding until they reached Ze Ren Medical Hall.

Only to see the gate closed tight, with a banner hanging across it—

There is a contagious disease, please refrain from visiting.

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Accompanying it were empty, desolate streets, a ten-mile stretch of plain white.

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