Jiang Shanshan pursed her lips and shook his hand back, "I understand, Uncle Zhong, don't worry."
She let go of his hand and immediately turned and ran out.
After running for about ten minutes and arriving at an empty alley, she immediately entered the mall.
After entering the mall, she went straight to the pharmacy there and took out a ginseng that was almost a hundred years old from the medicine drawer.
Because human life was at stake, she didn't stay here for long. As soon as she got what she wanted, she immediately slipped out of the mall.
When she returned to the waste collection station, Old Man Zhong was still pacing anxiously at the door.
"Uncle Zhong." She called him as she walked over.
When Old Man Zhong heard her shout, he immediately raised his head, then strode over and asked anxiously, "Girl, is there anything?"
Jiang Shanshan smiled at him and showed him a little of the ginseng in her pocket.
Seeing this, Old Man Zhong hissed and pointed at her with a look of wanton abandonment, "Girl, you're really amazing! You actually put such expensive ginseng in your pocket so casually."
When Jiang Shanshan heard this, he smiled embarrassedly.
"I left in such a hurry that I forgot to treat it well. But never mind, Uncle Zhong, we still need to use it to save people. Let's go quickly."
Old Man Zhong then remembered the important matter, slapped his head, and quickly took her hand and said, "Yes, I almost forgot about this important matter. Come with me quickly."
After walking down a street, they stopped outside a small, dilapidated house.
Jiang Shanshan looked at the small, shabby house and blinked.
She had always thought that all the houses in this city were beautiful, but she never expected that in such a beautiful city there would be such man-made shabby houses.
Seeing the surprise on her face, Old Man Zhong gave a wry smile and said, "Do you think this little house is shabby? It was built by a few of us old men ourselves. We can't help it, because my old friend's house has been taken away."
At this moment, a weak voice came from inside, asking, "Is that Old Zhongtou?"
When Old Man Zhong heard the questioning from inside, he curled his lips and walked in with big strides.
Jiang Shanshan quickly followed.
When she walked in, she almost tripped several times because of the pots and pans inside.
"Old Man Zhou, it's me. How are you now? Are you feeling better?" Old Man Zhong walked to the bedside and asked with concern.
It is called a bed, but in fact it is just a piece of wooden board put together casually, covered with a thin, old and hard quilt.
"Old Zhong, stop bothering me and just let me die. This is how my life is going to be anyway. The sooner I die, the sooner I'll be reborn." The old man on the bed said with a wry smile.
When Old Zhong heard this, he immediately said to him with a serious face, "I forbid you to say such discouraging words. So many years have passed, and we have suffered so much. Don't you want to suffer so much now? Don't you want to be vindicated one day?"
"Rehabilitation? That's easy to say. How could I possibly have this opportunity? Don't lie to me." The old man's eyes were full of despair.
"I'm not lying to you. If you don't believe me, you can ask Jiang Yatou next to me. There's a big shot next to her who has been rehabilitated."
Jiang Shanshan, who was named, had no choice but to step forward to testify for Old Man Zhong. "This matter is indeed true. I can confirm that Uncle Zhong did not lie to you."
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