Chapter 228 Wife Kills Husband
The next day, Su Yuanlin went to the Regret Hospital.
As a former prodigy, he not only has the talent to paint, but also possesses extensive knowledge.
Upon arriving at the Institute of Imperfections, he delivered a simple and easy-to-understand speech that resonated with his own experiences.
Although the people in the original crematorium had been properly resettled, they had no hope for the future.
They're just a group of disabled people, what future can they possibly have?
They were marginalized at home; no one could count on them for work, and no one wanted to play with them.
They seemed to be isolated from the world.
Even if they have food, the daily amount is just enough to keep them from starving.
Now that they've come to the Disability Home, they're fed three meals a day and have someone help them clean up, so many of them have become completely lazy.
Since they'll be fed anyway, why should they make things difficult for themselves by doing chores?
They are fed well every day, and the nursing home seems to be able to care for them until they die of natural causes.
Why struggle when you have such a good life?
At first, many people felt satisfied because they were able to have enough to eat.
But after a few days, this satisfaction turned into emptiness.
They were trapped in this small courtyard every day, like prisoners.
Moreover, they are surrounded by people with the same shortcomings as them.
It's as if they're inherently unworthy of living and being friends with normal people.
This feeling is very unpleasant.
After hearing Su Yuanlin's speech and witnessing him draw a lifelike portrait with a pen held in his mouth, many people's numb hearts were awakened.
He used to be a very talented person!
He is a very talented student who has a high chance of becoming the top scholar in the imperial examination!
Such people, after becoming disabled, should logically be even more dejected than others.
After all, they were born in the mud and had never seen the light, so naturally they did not yearn for it.
But Su Yuanlin was once a chosen one of heaven. For someone like him to fall into the mire is definitely more painful than for them!
But instead of wallowing in self-pity or exiling himself, he learned to paint with his mouth.
Today, people outside are praising Su Yuanlin's reputation, not only for his painting skills, but also for his indomitable spirit of not bowing to fate.
Countless people idolize him.
And this idol, admired by millions of students, is now willing to lower himself to cheer them on and even promised to teach them knowledge.
He was like a light, illuminating the dark corners of the hearts of those disabled people.
Looking at the passionate eyes and faces, Su Yuanlin declared, "We have a great employer. Even if the whole world abandons us, our employer will not abandon us."
"She not only hopes that we can live well, but also seeks out renowned doctors so that we can live better lives. Perhaps one day in the future, everyone can return to a normal life."
What? !
The employer is looking for a renowned doctor to help them cure their physical disabilities.
If a glimmer of hope had just appeared in everyone's hearts, then now, that glimmer had grown into a vine as thick as a tendril.
"The employer has never given up on us, so we should not give up on ourselves either."
"Once I've made all the necessary preparations, I'll come and teach you to read and write. If anyone doesn't want to read and write but wants to learn other skills, they can explain their situation to the manager, and the master will make arrangements based on their expectations and the actual circumstances."
After Su Yuanlin left, a heated discussion broke out in the courtyard.
Apart from a few people who were born deaf and couldn't hear what Su Yuanlin was saying, everyone else who could hear felt a surge of hope.
As for those who are deaf, although they cannot understand, they can sense the happiness of the people around them and thus guess that what Su Yuanlin said was a good thing.
There are a total of eighteen people in the facility. Among them, three people have hearing problems, eight people have disabilities in their hands or legs, four people have eye problems, and the remaining three are elderly people who are paralyzed in bed.
If Yu Zhiyi were to treat him, she could use acupuncture combined with spiritual energy.
People with illnesses are usually suffering from physical defects caused by wind, cold, dampness, or other external factors.
As for those with disabilities, Yu Zhiyi didn't have enough Immortal Scale Wood for the time being, so she could only postpone their use.
However, for illnesses caused by internal factors, unless the meridians are completely necrotic, other illnesses can be cured by manipulating spiritual energy through acupuncture.
In her past life, she used this method to cure many people, proving that the method is feasible.
What she needs to do now is to find a healer to pass on this method.
Moreover, the healer must also be a martial arts master.
Her treatment method emphasizes both impact and healing. The internal energy of an ordinary martial arts master can achieve the impact effect, while the healing effect can rely on medicine.
It's time to bring back a martial arts master.
Yu Zhiyi stroked her chin.
A moment later, she took out three copper coins and threw them upwards.
The copper coin landed on the table with a not-so-crisp sound.
"The southeast..."
The unsolved case for today has been closed; it was a case of a husband murderer.
The wife, who had suffered years of beatings from her husband, finally reached her breaking point and killed him with a knife.
After the murder, the wife fled to the desolate mountains, where she happened to encounter a group of people digging for ginseng. She then followed the group to another city.
This incident had a very negative impact on the local area, and countless people demanded that the government arrest the heinous woman.
However, nearly thirty years have passed, and the woman has still not been caught.
After Yu Zhiyi pointed out the direction, the people from the Dali Temple were responsible for following up, and Yu Zhiyi didn't need to worry about the rest.
On the way back, Li Rou was somewhat depressed.
Yu Zhiyi asked curiously, "Why are you unhappy? What happened?"
After hesitating for a long time, Li Rou finally asked the question that had been bothering her: "Miss, is it absolutely necessary to catch this murderer?"
Before she was sold into the Yu family, she also lived in a family where the father was abusive and the mother endured it.
Her father not only abused her mother, but also her.
She was able to empathize deeply with the murderer.
Yu Zhiyi understood what she was thinking: "A mistake is a mistake. Even if she is not punished in the mortal world, she will still have to pay the price for her mistakes in the underworld after she dies."
"Besides..."
The wife is now seriously ill and bedridden; the people who went to arrest her will at most only be able to see her body.
Over the years, his wife has been constantly haunted by the fear of being caught at any moment, and she has not been happy.
She didn't say what came after that.
As long as the person to be arrested hasn't arrived, things could change at any moment.
Li Rou will find out when those people return.
As they talked, the two walked out of the Ministry of Justice's gate and headed southeast.
Just as they reached the busiest street, a figure rushed towards them, crying and pleading, "Yi'er, please, save your father!"
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