Chapter 219: Shocking News
Shen Qingtan's face changed. Sure enough, someone wanted to stop Zhong Yuan from treating Zhao Yi.
Although this result was anticipated and precautions were taken.
But their people were always a step late.
"Where are Uncle Qin's men?" Shen Qingtan asked, "Are they missing too?"
The assassin nodded: "Zhong Yuan is still in Baohua County. He can't escape for the time being."
The news is neither good nor bad, at least the people are in the city.
Shen Qingtan pondered for a moment and looked at Zhao Yi.
Zhao Yi nodded slightly at her.
Shen Qingtan tacitly helped him walk into the room where Zhong Yuan lived.
"Second Master, those people's target is Zhong Yuan, they shouldn't kill all of Uncle Qin's men. Even if they want to kill all of Uncle Qin's men, if Zhong Yuan can escape successfully, then Uncle Qin's men will also be able to escape."
Shen Qingtan speculated: "If someone is alive and word gets out that we're living here, Uncle Qin's people will come knocking on our door."
Zhao Yi coughed softly and said, "There's a Yongkang Trading Company in Baohua County. I'll tell Jiang Mu to take my token to the manager and have the company's people look for Zhong Yuan privately."
"This is the only way for now." Shen Qingtan helped Zhao Yi sit on the stool and glanced at the bundle on the table: "Zhongyuan left in a hurry and left his things here. Maybe he will come back to get them."
Zhao Yi laughed dumbly: "It's just right for us to wait here."
Shen Qingtan had been hoping to find Zhong Yuan. After finally getting some news, he rushed to Baohua County, but found nothing.
She felt inexplicably anxious and short of breath, afraid that something might go wrong. Even if she tried to force a smile, she couldn't do it.
"I'll go call Liu Yue and Ting Xue to come in and change their bedding, and then ask the innkeeper for some information." Shen Qingtan instructed, "Rest here and don't leave the room."
Zhao Yi nodded slightly: "I'll wait for you here."
Shen Qingtan left the room in a hurry.
Zhao Yi had been lying in the carriage for a long time and his body felt sore.
Along the way, Shen Qingtan treated him like fragile porcelain and protected him carefully.
He stood up with the help of the table, slowly walked to the window, and pushed it open to get some fresh air.
The window faced the main entrance of the inn. He saw Liu Yue holding a quilt, while Ting Xue was carrying two bundles and holding a mattress in her hands.
Zhao Yi turned his head to look at the bunk bed next to him, which was covered with dusty bedding.
He rolled up the quilt, but unexpectedly met a pair of eyes under the bed.
There was a three-finger-wide gap in the middle of the bed board. Zhao Yi could clearly see an old man with silver hair lying under the bed, holding a steamed bun in his mouth and looking at him with his eyes wide open.
Zhao Yi was stunned.
The person hiding under the bed was also dumbfounded. He closed his mouth in fear and the steamed bun fell to the ground. He chewed it unconsciously.
An idea popped up in Zhao Yi's mind and he was about to speak.
I saw the old man under the bed, holding a steamed bun in one hand and a bundle in the other, wriggling out from under the bed like a caterpillar. With a somersault, he jumped out with his feet greased.
Suddenly, the old man stopped in his tracks and stared fiercely at two masked men in black who appeared out of nowhere.
The assassin took a step toward the room, and the old man took a step back.
The man in black didn't stop until the old man retreated to Zhao Yi's side.
The assassin said, "Master Zhao, this man looks like the Medical Saint Zhong Yuan described by the shopkeeper."
Zhao Yi examined the old man carefully. His hair was a mess, stained with the black dust from under the bed. His beard was equally tangled. The steamed bun in his hand had rolled on the ground, leaving a black mess. The old man didn't care, just stuffing one bite after another into his mouth.
It is hard to imagine that he is the Medical Saint Zhong Yuan, as he is so unkempt.
The person who was thought to be escaping was actually hiding under the bed.
The old man bit the steamed bun in his mouth angrily. The bun was two or three days old and was hard, making it difficult to chew.
He thought about how he used to eat delicious food and lie on a soft bed. He could eat whatever he wanted or do whatever he wanted by simply ordering those who asked him for help.
A few days ago, he was inexplicably hunted down, and his happy days were gone forever.
The money he had was only enough to buy ten steamed buns. Hiding in the abandoned shack, he munched on the tasteless buns and missed the delicacies he had enjoyed at the inn.
He was thinking about the silver he left in the inn, so he sneaked into the inn, rolled up his bag and prepared to have a big meal.
Unexpectedly, someone came to the inn to look for him again. He was so scared that he hid under the bed and dared not leave the inn.
These days, he survived on the ten steamed buns and a bag of water in his bag.
In the end, he was caught red-handed!
The old man glared at Zhao Yi angrily. He had just heard clearly under the bed that the boy in front of him wanted to ask Zhong Yuan for something, not to kill Zhong Yuan.
He swallowed the steamed bun with great force, but the dry and hard bun got stuck in his throat and he choked so hard that he stretched his neck and pounded his chest with his fists.
Zhao Yi poured a glass of water and handed it to him.
The old man drank a glass of water before he could swallow the steamed bun.
Zhao Yi ordered his assassins, "Go and invite my wife back, and have the waiter serve a meal."
The assassins received the order and left.
The old man threw away the steamed bun in his hand, pulled out a chair and sat down.
He looked at Zhao Yi's pale face. He looked sick all over, but his noble aura could not be concealed.
The old man asked, "Are you in the same group as the Qin guy?"
Zhao Yi said in a gentle voice, "That's right."
The old man curled his lips and said, "It's useless for you to find me. I can't cure your illness."
When Shen Qingtan pushed the door open and heard the old man's words, her expression changed.
Zhao Yi's expression remained calm. "In your opinion, old sir, who can cure my illness?"
The old man said frankly: "Zhongyuan."
Zhao Yi and Shen Qingtan were stunned, then realized something.
Sure enough, the next moment, the old man continued: "I am not Zhong Yuan, so I can't cure your illness."
Shen Qingtan's face turned pale, and he asked quickly, "Old sir, do you know where Zhong Yuan is?"
"If you want to find him, don't waste your time." The old man poured himself a cup of tea. "Zhongyuan went up the mountain to collect herbs last winter and fell off a cliff. By the time the young man found him, he was already dead."
This news was like a bolt from the blue, hitting Shen Qingtan on the head.
Only Zhong Yuan could save Zhao Yi, but Zhong Yuan passed away last year.
“But…” The old man changed the subject: “If you find the young man next to Zhong Yuan, maybe you can cure him.”
"It was this brat who made me pretend to be Zhong Yuan and come to Baohua County." The old man thought of his own situation and gritted his teeth and said, "He is here too."
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