There was also a note on the table, written by He Ruixue, thanking him for his hospitality, telling him to take good care of himself, and finally telling him not to forget to check the cellar.

Xu Jinglun went down the wooden ladder and saw several bags of fine grains quietly stored inside. He smiled.

The few wrinkles on his face had all smoothed out, and he looked like a man of great stature and influence in the medical field.

He returned to the living room and touched the things on the table. Although the wind was biting cold outside, his heart felt like it was soaking in a warm spring.

The fate between people is very wonderful. Even a short encounter can make people get along like family.

He took out and sorted out the things Jiang Yanxu had bought for him in the past few days. When he unfolded his clothes, a letter suddenly fell out from inside.

As expected of a young couple, they have similar working styles.

This letter was left to him by his junior fellow student whom he had not met for a long time. The tone was as awkward as ever, but it was full of concern.

At the end of the letter, he left the contact information of some people, saying that he could go for help if he encountered difficulties, and there were also several addresses where he could take refuge for a while if he was in an urgent situation.

Xu Jinglun sighed, not because the letter came too late.

But they both knew that the tide of the times was difficult to overturn.

The Xu family’s situation at the time could not be solved by asking one or two big figures for help.

He was too famous and attracted too much attention. He went in and out of many important people's houses carrying a medicine box. These were all clear evidence of "collusion."

Whether it is the case that the first bird to stick its head out is shot at, or that one is implicated, being liquidated is almost inevitable.

He could run, but what about his grandchildren? How could they possibly escape when their entire family was being watched by someone with malicious intent?

Jiang Yanxu is not a person who procrastinates. He only delivered the letter now, which shows that his master has given him some instructions.

The more skilled a person is at fortune-telling, the more he or she understands that fate cannot be changed and one can only struggle in a cage that is nailed to the heart.

He lit a match and burned the letter, the flames making his face red.

The hair dye had faded a little, and gray hairs were vaguely visible at the roots, which actually sparkled in the bright light.

He was very grateful for his junior's kindness, but living was more painful for him than death.

Now I am just struggling to survive, counting the last moments to do something for my family.

Even if he died suddenly tomorrow, it was his fate, and he would go to meet them with a smile.