Chapter 741 Someone Died

This time he was holding a bowl of ginger soup in his left hand and a candle in his right hand. He used his elbow to push the door open, looking a bit wolfish.

"Young Master, are you asleep? Drink the ginger soup." Lingshan didn't know that it was not suitable to drink ginger soup at night. He believed that ginger was warm in nature and drinking it could drive away the cold.

Meng Bujiu had heard Jiang Fubao mention it before, but he still sat up and drank the ginger soup.

The two of them don't look like master and servant, but more like good brothers who have been together for many years.

Caring for each other.

"Go back to sleep, I'm fine." After drinking the soup, Meng Bujiu put the bowl on the table, meaning that he should clean it up tomorrow.

Lingshan didn't bother to be polite with him. He just answered, blew out the candle, and went back to the next room to sleep.

Meng Bujiu didn't sleep well for a whole month.

His complexion became particularly bad, and his originally rosy lips turned pale. When he returned home, he scared Dong Wei and Grandma Rong.

"Young Master, what's wrong with you? Are you sick? Lingshan, how did you take care of the Young Master? You didn't even tell us that you were sick. Young Master, where does it hurt? I'll send someone to call a doctor." Grandma Rong watched Meng Bujiu grow up.

To be disrespectful, although the two of them are master and servant, she actually treats Meng Bujiu as her own grandson.

He even cares about Meng Bujiu more than Dong Wei.

As I spoke, tears were about to fall.

Meng Bujiu quickly held her hand tightly: "It's okay, I've just been busy recently and haven't had enough rest. It has nothing to do with Lingshan, and he is also worried about my health."

Although he said this, Granny Rong was still worried. While he was having dinner with Dong Wei, Granny Rong went to Ren Ai Clinic in person and asked a doctor to come over. It turned out to be Jiang Fubao's apprentice.

"How is the young master's health? Is he seriously ill?" Granny Rong asked the doctor anxiously after taking his pulse.

"Sir, has something been bothering you lately? I'm afraid you always wake up at night, and have palpitations. Although it's not serious, it's not completely alright. If it continues like this, I'm afraid it will hurt your body and affect your lifespan. I hope you won't worry anymore." The doctor was familiar with Meng Bujiu.

Whenever Meng Bujiu came to Ren'ai Medical Clinic, he would talk to them for a few words.

He also really cares about Meng Bujiu's health.

He took the pulse more seriously than usual, which was why it took him a long time to put down his fingers on Meng Bujiu's wrist.

"What? Affecting Shouyuan? No problem, what's wrong with you? Is there any trouble in the county government?" Granny Rong was frightened.

It affects your life span, and you still say it’s no big deal?

It's really a big deal, okay?

Dong Wei also looked serious for a rare time.

He stood up from his chair, holding onto the edge of the table, and walked up to the doctor and asked, "Do you have any medicine?"

"Yes, I will prescribe a prescription for you that can calm your nerves. However, the person who tied the bell must be the one to untie it. If you want to get better, you have to relax yourself."

The doctor spoke truthfully.

"Bujiu, I heard you. What's wrong with you? What difficulties have you encountered?" Dong Wei looked at Meng Bujiu.

"It's okay, it's just that the weather has been a little cold lately and my body can't adapt for a while. It will be fine after a while." Meng Bujiu certainly couldn't tell the truth to his grandfather.

Could it be that he wanted to say that he dreamed of Jiang Fubao every day?

Can't sleep because of worry?

If someone misunderstood, people would think he had some feelings for Fubao.

Meng Bujiu's ears felt a little hot, because he had always treated Fubao as his younger sister.

Always have been.

only......

It seems that his heart is out of control...

Meng Bujiu's pupils, like those of stars, were somewhat dilated; he was distracted.

When I came back to my senses, I saw my grandfather's anxious face.

"Tell me, kid, what's the problem? Tell me. If I can't help you, go ask your father for help."

Dong Wei only has this one grandson, so it would be a lie to say that he doesn't care. In fact, he regards Meng Bujiu as more important than himself.

"It's really okay." Meng Bujiu still didn't say anything.

He took Lingshan away on the pretext of having something to do at the county government office.

I can't even get medicine.

Dong Wei was worried that something might happen to his health, so he asked the doctor to go back and prescribe some medicine, and he would send someone to deliver it to Chang'an Town the next day.

And Lingshan kept looking at Meng Bujiu on the way out of the house.

The night before yesterday, he was worried that the window of the young master's room would be blown open again, so when he got up in the middle of the night to pee, he thought about going to check if the window was closed. As a result, when he arrived outside the young master's room, he heard the young master calling Miss Fubao's name in his dream.

Could it be that the young master is thinking about Miss Fubao?

Lingshan was keeping a secret in his heart, and he was distracted while driving the carriage, and he almost hit a young man.

Thanks to him holding the reins tightly and not going too fast, otherwise someone would have been killed, but the boy still fell down.

Meng Bujiu also stumbled and nearly fell into the carriage.

"Lingshan, what happened?" He sounded a little worried.

Lingshan quickly apologized and said, "Master, I'm wrong. I was distracted just now and almost hit someone. Fortunately, nothing happened. Don't worry, I will drive carefully."

Lingshan wanted to apologize to the boy, but he disappeared.

How strange.

It's not his fault.

No... Lingshan frowned. He seemed to see blood on the young man's body just now. Could it be that he was injured?

It’s better to ask someone to avoid hurting the person. Even if the person doesn’t have the money to treat the disease, you can tell he’s a poor person just by looking at his clothes.

Before Lingshan could think about it, a woman covered in blood suddenly rushed into the street, screaming hysterically.

"Oh no, someone's dead, there's a robber, help, come and help us, my boss has died, why am I so miserable, I finally saved up some money to send my son to Sanshan School, and bought a house in Lianshan Town, and now I'm met with a thief in broad daylight.

Damn it, damn it, you actually took a kitchen knife and slashed my man's neck just to steal his wallet. If you had asked for money earlier, I would have given it to you. Poor boss, you died miserably. Where are the police? Where are the police? Someone come to help me. Can any kindhearted person call a doctor for me? My son, we have no one to protect us from now on..."

The woman seemed to be frightened. Her words were incoherent. She couldn't stand steadily and sat down on the ground, starting to cry.

The tears, snot and blood mixed together looked horrible and pitiful.

Meng Bujiu quickly got off the carriage and told Lingshan to call the official. He then went to the woman's house alone.

As soon as I entered the door, I saw a thin man lying in the yard.

He was covered in blood, especially around his neck.

His shirt was soaked with blood, but Meng Bujiu was not afraid at all. He had seen similar scenes many times since he became the county magistrate.

He squatted beside the man, felt his breath with his hand, and took a look at his wounds.

The cut was so deep that it almost cut off his head. No wonder he died so quickly.

He put his hands down, stood up, and looked around the kitchen and the house.