Chapter 51: It’s impossible to find someone without taking some strong medicine. At any time...
Chapter 51: Looking for Someone
The two originally wanted to keep Liu Changyi to have dinner together at the guesthouse.
Liu Changyi was even more unwilling.
"You two should take care of yourselves first. If you decide on a date to return, please let me know in advance. I'll prepare some things and I'd be happy if you could bring them over."
Yan Jiuru agreed.
After seeing Liu Changyi off, Chen Yin quietly asked, "Are you planning on going tonight?"
Yan Jiuru said in a very light voice: "Every moment of delay increases the danger. Don't worry, I know what's happening."
***
Husband and wife are the closest people. Chen Yin has also noticed the changes in Yan Jiuru recently. Yan Jiuru did not hide his intentions from his partner and revealed some of his "enlightenment".
Chen Yin accepted it well.
First of all, the two grew up together, were classmates from elementary school to high school, and even sat at the same desk in elementary school.
It can be said that both of them have seen the other wiping his nose casually, and have also seen the other's pants being scratched by the nails on the stool, revealing a funny white butt.
This is what it means to know someone's ins and outs, so that you won't think the worst when something happens.
Furthermore, Grandpa Yan used to learn Kung Fu from a Taoist priest. When he told stories to his family, he often talked about what his master talked about: external Kung Fu and internal Kung Fu.
This kind of enlightenment my husband has must be some kind of internal martial arts skill, right?!
***
“But I don’t have a car anymore, what should I do?”
"It's okay. Brother Liu just said that the guy at the gate, who's picking up passengers on a three-wheeled motorcycle, can take them to the cotton mill for fifty cents. Once you get there, it's easy."
It's good that he has a plan.
The two went to the restaurant for dinner.
They ordered a carrot and mutton soup, eight steamed buns made of 200g flour, and Chen Yin also asked for a bowl of porridge.
"Can I take this porridge home?"
The hostel staff was quite nice. "We can pack a lunch box for you. Just deposit one dollar and return it later with the lunch box."
"Can it hold an enamel pot?"
"Can."
The two of them ate the hot mutton soup until even their pores relaxed.
Chen Yin held up the enamel pot and said, "Why don't you cool down a little before going out? You'll catch a cold if you keep switching between hot and cold."
"It's okay. It's not that cold on a three-wheeled motorcycle."
***
Chen Yin packed his things for him.
She packed a backpack with the sheets she brought with her, wrapped it with the woolen blanket she had bought on the road, and brought the new clothes that Yan Jiuru had bought at the county department store.
He was already injured and had no care, so we didn't know how he was doing these days.
"Both of the flasks are filled with hot water. If the porridge gets cold, add hot water. Don't let us eat it cold."
"Ginseng wine, Yunnan Baiyao, fever reducers, cold medicine, glucose saline solution... Also, a flashlight, towels, candles, matches. Forget it, I might as well just bring a basin and put everything in a net bag to carry."
When Yan Jiuru went out, he carried things on his back and in his hands, just like he was going to visit relatives.
***
By this time it was completely dark.
Fortunately, there are street lights in Yancheng, and the driver of the three-wheeled motorcycle was very talkative and never stopped talking all the way. Yan Jiuru also learned a lot about the big and small things in Yancheng.
I heard from this master that the director of the Revolutionary Committee of Yancheng is a good old revolutionary.
After leaving the city, the street lights were gone. Fortunately, the three-wheeled motorcycle had headlights. Yan Jiuru used 30% of his energy to chat with his master, and 30% of his spiritual sense to scan the buildings and road conditions along the way.
Finally, after an hour and a half of bumpy ride, the driver said, "Ahead are the Cotton Mills One and Two. These mills are not far away. Everyone in the mill is on duty right now. It's best to go to the family quarters if you want to visit your relatives."
"Okay, then, please stop here."
***
At this time, everyone was reluctant to use electricity and went to bed early after dinner.
There was almost no one outside.
Yan Jiuru swept his spiritual sense, turned a corner, and quickly headed towards the old site of the temple.
The old site of Yunci Temple was quite large, covering about twenty acres of land, but most of it has now become residential buildings. Only in the innermost part, behind a forest covered with weeds and shrubs, are there a few dilapidated houses.
Yan Jiuru spread out his spiritual sense and found a person in one of the dilapidated houses. He seemed to be still breathing.
There weren't even any guards around. I guess in the eyes of these people, the people locked up here had no other prospect except waiting to die.
Yan Jiuru knocked on the door gently: "Knock, knock, knock"
This was the code we had agreed upon.
Sure enough, although the sound was very quiet, there was still some movement in the house.
Yan Jiuru pushed open the door and shone the flashlight into the room: he saw a figure as thin as a piece of paper, with almost no movement, lying on the earthen kang in the middle of the room.
He glanced at the windows of the broken house. Almost all of them were sealed shut, except for the roof and walls which were ventilated. Otherwise, it would be suffocating.
This is convenient for him.
***
Yan Jiuru took out a candle from the things Chen Yin had packed and lit it. He held the large candle, which was as thick as a child's arm, and moved closer to the figure with the flickering flame.
The cold earthen kang was covered with a torn mattress and a thin, translucent old quilt, and you could almost see the stars and the moon through the cracks in the tiles on the roof.
Fortunately, it didn’t snow heavily yet, otherwise people might have been buried.
Not far from the earthen kang, there were a few bottles and jars, which might have been left behind by the people who had evacuated. In addition, there was a broken bowl next to the back window. Yan Jiuru looked at the layer of snow on the back window. Could it be that the snow was used to quench thirst?
If this is the case, then this person's desire to survive is still very strong, then it's okay.
In the candlelight, he looked at the legendary old general: his face, which should have been somewhat round, was now very thin, with a grayish-blue color, deep eye sockets, unruly eyebrows, messy hair stuck together, and a scraggly beard.
The army green clothes he was wearing were already worn out, and the white shirt underneath was no longer white at all.
It's obvious that no one has taken good care of him for a long time.
At this time, the person lying there struggled to open his eyes. Although he looked dying, his gaze was still sharp.
His cracked lips moved slightly, but no sound came out.
Yan Jiuru quickly found a place to put the candle. Oh, there was no place, so he poked a hole in the earthen kang and pressed the candle in.
He opened the kettle and took out a pot of hot water, which had now become warm and was just right for drinking.
He lifted up the other person's head and said, "Drink some water first. I'm here to see you on someone's behalf." He whispered two names in the other person's ear.
The old general nodded slightly.
***
He leaned the old general against the crook of his arm, freed one hand and placed it on the Baihui point on the top of the general's head, mobilizing some of his true energy to transfer it to him.
Otherwise, he was afraid that the other party might die at any time, and then his trip would be in vain.
The old general tried hard to raise his hand and drink it himself, but it was obvious that he couldn't do it.
Yan Jiuru: "Please save some energy."
The other party drank a whole pot of wine from his hand, drinking it a little quickly, obviously because he was very thirsty.
Yan Jiuru wanted to fill it up again, but suddenly remembered the glucose saline solution and quickly put the lid down.
"Don't be in a hurry, take your time. You need to replenish some glucose now. Luckily you brought it." The bottle of glucose was placed together with the two water bottles. It was wrapped outside, so it was not cold.
Yan Jiuru slowly fed the old general half a bottle, and the other shook his head, indicating that it was enough.
People who are dehydrated should not drink too much at once.
Yan Jiuru put the person down and wrapped him in the blanket he brought with him. He went outside to find some weeds, dead branches and rotten wood, and built a fire in the house.
"This is ginseng wine. Take a couple of sips. When the room warms up, I'll wipe it for you."
The old general cooperated and took two big bites.
Yan Jiuru was well aware of the effects of ginseng wine. After a while, seeing that the other party had no adverse reaction, he poured a pot of warm water into the basin and wiped the other party with a towel dipped in the warm water.
There was no way. He had already seen a little excrement in the spittoon in the corner of the room, but since he probably hadn't eaten anything in recent days, there wasn't much of a smell.
If he doesn't clean it up, the person will probably be marinated.
***
"You are lucky. My son is only a few months old and I just learned it." Yan Jiuru muttered to himself while tidying up the place skillfully.
"I bought these clothes just before I went out. I've never worn them before, so you can just make do with them for now. You need to wash them all. I just didn't have time to buy a cotton coat."
He lifted the person up with both hands, placed him on the blanket, and then covered him with the other half.
Roll up the clothes you took off and use them as a pillow under your neck.
The filth in the house was cleaned up and the fire was lit, but no light could be seen from the outside.
***
After finishing all this, Yan Jiuru heated up the porridge in the enamel pot slightly and slowly fed half of it to the old general.
He placed his fingers on the old general's wrist and used his spiritual sense to check the other's body through his pulse.
"Tsk tsk," Yan Jiuru couldn't help but sigh, "You're relying entirely on willpower to hold on. If I hadn't come tonight, there's no telling what you'd be like tomorrow."
"They only told me that you had a gunshot wound to your lung. I brought some Yunnan Baiyao, and I'll give you some internally later. Let's try our best to save your life."
Yan Jiuru's spiritual consciousness wandered through the opponent's meridians, clearing them up bit by bit.
"You're lucky. No one else could have saved you today. You're so lucky to have met me. Wait for your happiness in the future."
Hearing this, the man who was almost dying suddenly burst into laughter.
Then he coughed up a pool of black blood.
Yan Jiuru dodged very quickly, but was very happy: "Now that your blood clot has come out, the problem won't be serious."
"Come, rinse your mouth first, then drink some ginseng wine."
This body is in bad shape and could die at any time if it doesn't take some strong medicine.
The blood vessels in this person's body have dried up, and his hands, feet and body are all cold. If things go wrong, he might become erectile dysfunction tomorrow morning.
Fortunately, the ginseng wine entered his blood, and a little of his true energy protected his heart meridian, so he didn't die just like that.
"Thank you, young comrade." The other party spoke word by word in a hoarse voice, very softly and slowly.
"Don't thank me. You should know that there are many people outside who care about you. Since Yancheng is blocked, everyone is going to the Northern Province to find someone to rescue you."
He touched the other person's palm and asked, "Does it feel warmer?"
The other party nodded slightly, "Warm, heart."
Yan Jiuru touched his forehead and found that he didn't have a fever.
It is also possible that the fever has gone away.
Yan Jiuru tucked the blanket in tightly. Seeing that he was in better spirits, he asked, "When was the last time those people came?"
"Two days, no."
Does that mean he hasn't eaten or drunk anything for two days?
The Demon Lord shook his head secretly. He knew that the demons in people's hearts were more terrifying.
"Do you know who the other party is?"
The old general closed his eyes slightly and said, "You can't win the fight."
Yan Jiuru said disapprovingly: "Who said I want to fight them? I just want to find an opportunity to see what kind of black material they have prepared."
I don’t know if the old general believed him, but he actually spit out the names of two important figures.
Yan Jiuru's cheek twitched. This was indeed a high-ranking figure. He had always seen him in newspapers and heard him on the radio.
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