"You guys go catch that bastard, I'm going to find Aunt Fang," Wuchen said as he walked.

It was afternoon, and there were many people coming and going in the alley, making it inconvenient to do anything. Wuchen walked into a quiet alley, and soon a few rats appeared, and a few sparrows flew over, chirping and chattering.

Wu Chen frowned. Lu Qingquan was very careful. He hadn't seen the sparrows and mice, but they said they could ask the other companions. After asking around for more than ten minutes, a little mouse finally gave him some information. It waved its paws and squeaked, indicating that it was willing to lead the way.

"The little guy saw Aunt Fang and that bastard. Let's split up." Wuchen breathed a sigh of relief; finally, there was news.

Moreover, the little mouse saw that Lin Shufang was still alive, which was good news.

Ye Qingqing and Lu Mo felt a little relieved. Wuchen followed the little mouse to find Lin Shufang. Lu Qingquan never dreamed that his meticulously planned and flawless scheme would be ruined by a little mouse.

The reception area is located in the main alley. Although it's called a reception area, it's actually a private hotel. The rooms are cheap, and many migrant workers stay here. There are even large dormitory-style rooms. Naturally, the hygiene isn't very good. There's an indescribable smell in the reception area: the smell of sweat and feet, as well as the stench from the bathroom... all mixed together to create a pungent odor that makes you want to vomit up leftovers.

Lu Qingquan was on the second floor. His room was slightly better; it was a single room with a private bathroom, but the bedding was filthy, covered in disgusting yellow and white stains.

"They're here."

Lu Qingquan lay on the bed fully clothed, without even taking off his shoes. His face was as white as paper, his body was covered in sweat, and his mouth was wide open, like a dying fish.

He was too active today, which took a lot of effort. He also had three painkiller injections, and his body is really about to give out. He doesn't even have the strength to speak.

Ye Qingqing is now his only lifeline, and he must hold on to her tightly; he doesn't want to die.

Lu Mo searched the room and found only disposable syringes and two bottles of painkillers, indicating that Lu Qingquan had injected himself with two painkillers in the short hour. There was also one other bottle in the house, making a total of three.

The fact that even painkillers couldn't stop the pain meant that Lu Qingquan's body was already festering, and even Ye Qingqing couldn't save him.

"Take this medicine."

Ye Qingqing took out a dark pill, which was a homemade painkiller called Ma Fu San, which was more effective at relieving pain than the painkillers used in hospitals.

Lu Qingquan hesitated for a moment, then remained silent. Ye Qingqing sneered, "Afraid I'll poison you? My mother is in your hands, and you don't even dare to take my medicine. What's the point of all this charade?"

She pretended to take back the pill, but Lu Qingquan opened his mouth and swallowed it. He was in so much pain that he felt like his head was about to explode. With Lin Shufang in his hands, he figured that the bitch wouldn't dare to do anything bad.

The pill took effect quickly, and soon Lu Qingquan felt the pain in his body disappear. However, he was unable to move, but his mind was unusually clear. He panicked and asked, "Why can't I move?"

"The medication has taken effect. You shouldn't move right now. Lie down!"

Ye Qingqing glared, no longer wanting to try and fool her, and just waiting for Wuchen's call.

"You don't want Lin Shufang to live? Give me the antidote right now, I need to be able to move." Lu Qingquan threatened coldly. He didn't like the feeling of being unable to move, even the slightest movement would cause him pain, and he didn't want to lose his ability to move.