Chapter 1780 Return with a Full Load 3
In the evening of the day after Lu Jiang and Feng Qingxue left, Aunt Liao brought two sets of cotton jackets and trousers, one large and one small, to Deng Hongling and Deng Wu, and did not forget to bring the medicated oil that Feng Qingxue had asked her to give to Deng Hongling.
In the dim light, Aunt Liao saw Zhang Rong picking her teeth at the door and glared at her fiercely.
If looks could kill, then Zhang Rong would be completely bruised by now.
A sneer appeared on Zhang Rong's still charming face, "Do you really think you are a loyal servant? It turns out that you have a slave mentality in your bones, and you can't change it in your lifetime. The general trend is irreversible. I wonder how that cripple and sick cat can turn things around!"
Aunt Liao was worried that Deng Hongling and Deng Wu would be in trouble, so she ignored her and walked away in silence.
However, Aunt Liao secretly hoped that what Lu Jiang and his wife said would come true soon, and that good would be rewarded with good and evil would be punished with evil.
When they arrived at the residence of Deng Hongling's aunt and nephew, Aunt Liao's expression turned gentle and kind.
Deng Hongling's heart moved, "Could it be the doctor who treated Xiaowu?"
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Deng Hongling was surprised and delighted to hear that her brother was safe. "Brother's comrade-in-arms? Did he leave his name?"
"Miss, after taking the medicine that doctor left, is the young master feeling better?"
"Yes, the people here are rough and the north wind is raging. It's rare to find someone with fair and delicate skin and beautiful looks. The most important point is that she said two days ago that she would find out my brother's whereabouts for me, and today someone came to find me as my brother's comrade-in-arms. Isn't it a coincidence? And after she knew my brother's name, she treated us very well and seemed to care about us."
Aunt Liao shook her head. "No, I asked them, but they wouldn't tell me. They are a handsome couple. The man is dignified and looks to be in his forties. He has a handsome and resolute face, like a high-ranking general in a high position. The woman's skin is white and smooth, as tender as a peeled egg, and she looks like she is in her twenties. She is very beautiful."
Those tickets and money were real evidence, proof that they were good to them, and even the lunch box containing mutton soup was not taken away.
Aunt Liao suspected that the cotton was all new, but she didn't say it.
"You said she was the kind doctor?"
"It's cotton-padded clothes and medicated oil." Aunt Liao said honestly, "Young Master's comrades-in-arms found me and brought news about him. They said he was alive, but he had to work harder. It was inconvenient for them to come out, so they asked me to send you cotton-padded clothes and quilts. Although they are old, I have seen them. The cotton inside is fluffy and soft, and it keeps you warm."
Deng Hongling took the bundle and said, "The fever has completely subsided, but he is still weak and lying in bed. He hasn't finished taking the medicine the doctor gave him. I think he needs to stay in bed for a few more days. Auntie, what's in the bundle?"
After hearing what Deng Hongling said, Aunt Liao lowered her head and thought for a while, "It's possible that the flour I brought to you that day was exchanged from her using old items. Wasn't it the day when she treated the young master?"
Although she was not absolutely sure, Deng Hongling felt that it was her. "Next time I see her, I must ask her name."
"It's right. When the eldest master comes back, let him go and thank the doctor in person. The doctor saved the young master's life!" Aunt Liao said this, and couldn't help but resent her own powerlessness. "If I had some ability, or even some money, the young lady wouldn't have to beg that bitch Zhang Rong. She broke her head and it's still not healed."
Deng Hongling smiled faintly and consoled her: "How can you blame me, Auntie? Even if we have money, the hospital won't treat bad people like us. They will just kick us out."
Their composition fundamentally determines their lives, regardless of whether they are good or evil, which makes Deng Hongling feel extremely sad.
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