"What nonsense are you talking about?"
Fang Ziqiang now not only hated her, but was also wary and afraid of her. He was very afraid that she would cause trouble again and bring him trouble. He gritted his teeth and said, "I borrowed it from someone overnight. I still have the IOU with me."
Yun Huaying listened to the sneer, took a step forward, moved closer to him, and said with a half-smile, "Deputy Director Fang, have you ever heard the saying that explanation is a cover-up, cover-up is the truth, and the truth is the reality?"
Fang Ziqiang's face tensed up in an instant, and his hands clenched into fists uncontrollably. His heart trembled when he saw her eyes that seemed to see through everything, and his voice trembled noticeably. "Stop talking nonsense and causing confusion here. I stand upright and work diligently. I can withstand the organization's investigation and I'm not afraid of you throwing dirty water on me."
Yun Huaying, having mastered the art of reading people's expressions to perfection in her previous life, smiled even more deeply, "Deputy Director Fang, your voice is trembling, your eyes are flickering, your heart rate is fluctuating wildly, and you look nervous."
Fang Ziqiang suddenly tensed his body, trying his best to control himself so as not to reveal any flaws.
Seeing him forcing himself to remain calm, Yun Huaying gave him a mocking look and sneered, "Ha."
After laughing, he left with his schoolbag.
As soon as she left, Fang Ziqiang felt the pressure on him lift and his body could relax, but his back felt a little cold and his fingers, which had just been released, were shaking uncontrollably.
Looking at her leaving back, Fang Ziqiang remembered that he had something else to say, and immediately chased after her: "I gave you the money, you have to tear up the IOU."
Yun Huaying stopped, took out the IOU from her schoolbag and threw it to him like garbage.
The IOU was thrown on the ground. Fang Ziqiang felt insulted, but he still bent down to pick it up, glanced at it casually, and tore it up. Seeing her leave again, he strode after her and asked, "Where did your mother go?"
"My mother is dead."
Yun Huaying suddenly stopped, and stared at him with a pair of sharp and cold eyes, like the Black and White Impermanence that locked souls.
Fang Ziqiang was so frightened that he immediately stood still. Looking into her eyes, he felt terrified and his voice became weaker. "I'm talking about Hongxia and Xue'er. Where did they go?"
"How should I know? Their feet are on their bodies. They have the final say on where they go."
Yun Huaying's voice was very harsh. After that, she ignored his dark face and walked away without looking back.
After she left, Fang Ziqiang still followed her, but not very closely. When she turned the corner of the main street, he gestured to a short and thin man with an ordinary appearance standing under a camphor tree on the roadside.
The other party nodded slightly, put on a straw hat, and immediately chased after Yun Huaying.
"Give me a bowl of egg noodles."
In the era before the reform and opening up and when the economic system was still under public ownership, people could only eat in state-owned restaurants. Yun Huaying ordered breakfast, put the money and food coupons on the counter, and went to find a seat with her schoolbag on her back.
There were quite a lot of people eating here this morning. I looked around but couldn't find a vacant table, so I walked to the corner and saw two men with a corner to sit next to. I asked them generously, "Can we share a table?"
Her voice was clear and unique. The two people who had been talking with their heads down looked up at the same time and saw a beautiful and lively female lesbian. They nodded almost at the same time: "Okay."
"Thanks."
Yun Huaying pulled a bench nearby and sat down.
The two men exchanged glances, a tacit understanding. The thin, tanned, and talkative man spoke first: "Hello, my name is Song Nanfeng, and this is my brother Han Zheng. We are from other places and are passing through here on business. Are you a local?"
Yun Huaying hadn't looked at them carefully before, but now she could tell from their posture and demeanor that they were soldiers. She nodded, "Yes, I'm a local."
"Comrade, we're looking for information from the locals. Can we ask you?"
Song Nanfeng recognized her from her unique voice. She was the female comrade who had spoken harshly in the county hospital last night. The harshness in her voice was inconsistent with her beautiful appearance.
Yun Huaying said calmly, "You can ask, but I may not be able to answer."
Song Nanfeng smiled. Seeing that her brother didn't intend to speak, his eyes were glued to her. A faint light flashed in his eyes, and his expression was natural: "By the way, what should I call you?"
"Last name: Yun."
It was a chance meeting, so Yun Huaying didn't plan to introduce herself.
"Yun?" Song Nanfeng raised his eyebrows slightly. Seeing his brother's expression change, he asked hurriedly, "Comrade Yun, we are also looking for an elder with the surname Yun. Do you know Dr. Yun Qing's family?"
Seeing that they were coming for her, Yun Huaying instinctively became cautious: "What are you doing looking for Doctor Yun Qing's family?"
As soon as she said this, they knew they had found the right person.
The usually taciturn Han Zheng spoke up now: "An elder was seriously injured. We heard that Doctor Yun Qing was an excellent doctor, but unfortunately he passed away many years ago. Later we learned that the younger generation of the Yun family was also good at medicine, so we brought people here to try our luck."
"Then you are very unlucky." Yun Huaying replied.
The two men exchanged glances, and Han Zheng asked in a low, hoarse voice, "What do you mean?"
"Doctor Yun Qing has only one son and one daughter. His son did not study medicine. Due to personal reasons, the whole family is now undergoing labor reform on the farm. His daughter did learn the Yun family's medical skills, but she died seven years ago."
"Oh, I see." Song Nanfeng felt very sorry and a worried look appeared on his face.
Han Zheng frowned and pondered for several seconds. Looking at her beautiful face like jade, he asked, "Comrade Yun, we heard that the Yun family has a medicine to treat mental injuries, and Doctor Yun Qing once sold it to the public. Have you heard of this?"
"Where did you hear that?" Yun Huaying looked at him with her obsidian eyes.
Han Zheng's eyes were deep and profound, as unfathomable as a thousand-year-old well. He accepted her scrutiny with an open heart, his lips curled slightly. "An old leader at the military hospital told me this. He also heard it from a friend in Kyoto. The old leader told me that this news is highly accurate and shouldn't be a rumor."
If he hadn't mentioned the medicine for the wound, Yun Huaying would have almost forgotten about it. She thought that her grandfather had indeed prepared this medicine when he was alive, and he also taught the prescription to her and her daughter, asking them to memorize it.
As for the finished medicine, Yun Huaying remembered that there were still some at home at that time. Given her mother's personality, she would never resell the relics left by her grandfather.
In addition, given their family financial situation, they were far from being able to make a living by selling medicine.
Therefore, she could be sure with her toes that the medicine left by her grandfather eventually fell into Fang Ziqiang's hands.
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