Medicine Dao Wanhua

When Fang Chen came back with the firewood, the injured man was still asleep, but his breath was much calmer than before.

The bonfire dispelled the cold night, even in summer, the temperature in this wilderness is low.

He checked the condition of the wounded man and found that he was in good condition, but what Fang Chen was worried about was whether he would have a fever at night. If he had a fever and no one took care of him at this time, the guy he had just recovered with his life probably wouldn't survive the night.

It's just...Fang Chen looked at the sky outside, there will be a teacher inspecting the dormitory in the evening, even though it is the weekend, but he was registered to stay in school before, if Teacher Huang sees that he is no longer at night, he may be in big trouble.

After hesitating for a moment, Fang Chen finally decided to go back to school to deal with the inspection before coming out.

After covering the wounded with the tattered clothes, and taking a pill for him, Fang Chen got up, left the dilapidated house, and used his lightness skills to rush back to the school in the dark. Of course he didn't go through the main entrance, but After climbing over the wall, the disguise on his face has been removed, and he will not attract attention when walking on the campus.

When I got back to school, Teacher Huang was indeed checking the dormitory. Seeing him coming back from the outside, I breathed a sigh of relief, "Student Fang Chen, where have you been? The lights are about to be turned off at this time."

"I didn't go anywhere, I just stayed on the playground for a while." Fang Chen replied.

Teacher Huang doesn't doubt that there is him. The children at this time are not at the age that loves to play. As long as they don't violate discipline, she won't be too strict. Besides, Fang Chen's performance has been very good during this period, even his class teacher specially He came over to say hello and asked her to take care of him, so Teacher Huang was also willing to be friendly to him: "Don't go out again when it's dark, go in quickly, the lights will be turned off in half an hour."

"Okay, teacher." Fang Chen responded, got into the dormitory, and prepared to get his own washing tools and kettle to fetch water.

There were not many students left in the dormitory, except for him, there were only three of them, and the three of them were playing with bamboo figurines, which is a kind of body and limbs made of thin bamboo tubes and then strung together with thick wool. A figure with a button on the top of the head to fix the end of the thread, and then the head, hands and feet of the bamboo man are threaded through the thread from the bottom of the foot, and then passed through the gap of the bench or table, and the thread is held by the hand underneath. It can make bamboo figures stand up and dance in various poses. It is a toy that many children like.

After seeing Fang Chen, one of them was also a student in their class. The boy named Wei Zhiqi put down the bamboo man in his hand and walked over, and asked Fang Chen in a low voice: "Fang Chen, are you injured? There's blood on the clothes."

When the two heard it, they also looked over.

Fang Chen looked down, and sure enough, a small piece of blood had stuck to his clothes. Fortunately, his clothes were dark in color and inconspicuous. When he was at the door, the light was not good, so Teacher Huang didn't pay attention. .

Fang Chen smiled, and smiled at the classmates who cared about him: "It's not my blood, a classmate had a nosebleed earlier, and I accidentally stuck it."

"It's fine if it's not." Wei Zhiqi didn't care when he heard that, and went back to continue playing.

Fang Chen went out to wash, the focus was to wash off the blood on the clothes, and when he returned to the dormitory, the lights were almost turned off.

As soon as the lights went out, Teacher Huang came to check again. The three students who were still regretting not being able to continue playing immediately got into their bunks, pretending to be sleeping obediently.As soon as the teacher left, they started chatting in a low voice, because there was no class tomorrow, it was okay for them to go to bed late and not get up, but the habit of going to bed early and getting up early made them fall asleep quickly.

Fang Chen lay on the bed, closed his eyes and waited for them to fall asleep, then quietly got up and changed his clothes, and then used the clothes and pillows to make a human figure in the quilt to prevent the teacher who came to check at night to find that he was no longer, and then left In the dormitory, avoiding the teacher guards who were watching the night, went directly over the wall and out of the school, and went to that dilapidated house again.

When he arrived at the dilapidated house, Fang Chen suddenly remembered that his disguise had been removed, so he had to fiddle with it again and changed his face again before entering the dilapidated house.

The bonfire in the dilapidated house was still burning, but there was only a little flame left. Fang Chen added more firewood, and then went to see the wounded. Sure enough, he had a fever, but the medicine he gave him earlier obviously had an effect. Just some low-grade fever, not serious.

Fang Chen took out the water bottle he had brought, fed some water to the wounded, and used some wine on a bandage to wipe his forehead to cool down. Seeing that his face was still stained with blood, he wiped it clean.

The wiped face of the wounded man had standard features, not very handsome, but not ugly either. This kind of appearance would not be too outstanding, and there was still a little greenness between his eyebrows and eyes. He was obviously not very old. Fang Chen guessed that he was at most two years old. In his early teens, his furrowed brows and occasional small moans indicated that he was in pain at the moment.

The effect of alcohol came into play very quickly, the body temperature of the wounded gradually returned to normal, and he slept more peacefully.

Although Fang Chen hoped that he could wake up earlier so that he could find out the origin of this person, he also knew that what the wounded person needed most was sleep. Unless he forcibly woke him up, he would not be able to wake up for a while.

After confirming that there was nothing wrong with him for the time being, Fang Chen found a fairly clean place next to the wounded, meditated and rested with his eyes closed.

That night, the wounded had a few more burns one after another. It was Fang Chen who found out and treated him to cool down his temperature, and gave him medicine to prevent wound inflammation and reduce fever, so he recovered.

When the sky was hazy, Fang Chen, who hadn't slept all night, opened his eyes. Although he hadn't slept almost the whole night, the effect of sitting in meditation was no worse than sleeping. He checked the time and was glad that today was Sunday, and during the daytime There is no class, and the teacher will not make ward rounds. Even if the people in the same dormitory find that he is not in bed, he can also excuse that he put things on the spur of the moment to scare them.

Fang Chen, whose thoughts were drifting a little far away, suddenly heard a muffled groan, turned his head and saw that the wounded man was opening his eyes, it seemed that the wound was touched when he got up, that's why there was such a sound.

"Don't move around when you wake up, take the medicine." Fang Chen's voice couldn't be heard at all at the moment, it was deeper than a child's and more immature than an adult's, it was completely like a real person he had ever met. Dwarf voice.

The wounded man was shocked when he found that there was still someone there, and the excessive movement almost broke the stitched wound, so naturally he let out another cry of hatred.

Fang Chen really wanted to touch his acupoints to save this man from tossing around all the time, but he was already awake, so he couldn't do any more inappropriate actions, so he just passed the pill in his hand, and then took the water bottle.

The man had now realized that he was rescued by someone, and the one who saved him should be the unknown dwarf in front of him. He remembered the scene before he passed out, so he didn't say anything about the medicine he handed over. He ate obediently, but when drinking water, his eyes swept over the corner of the kettle, and then moved away as if nothing had happened.

Fang Chen was taking his pulse and checking his condition, but he didn't notice this. Seeing that he had taken the medicine, he said, "Your injury is fine, but it's just not suitable to take too much action for the time being, and you can't touch it." , will be raised for ten days and half a month, that's about it."

"Thank you for your help, I don't know how to call it?" The wounded man spoke intermittently, and the dry throat made him drink more than half of the pot of water to relieve his discomfort.

"It doesn't matter who I am. Let me ask you why those people chase you." Fang Chen asked without answering, "Your name is really Zhou Qiang?"

When the wounded man saw him asking this question, he was wary at first, worried that the other party was a member of the Qinglong Gang, but thinking about the situation, as long as those people killed him, he would have no worries at all. After a little thought, I decided to tell the truth, "My surname is Zhou, and my name is Zhou Minqiang. I am an armed police officer in Yu County. This time, I took over the arrangement from above and went undercover to collect evidence for the Qinglong Gang, the largest gang in Yu County. Because I was accidentally discovered by them, I was hunted down."

The words were similar to what he had heard before, and Fang Chen observed his expression again, and it really didn't look like a lie, so he nodded, accepting the statement: "Your task has been completed?"

Zhou Mingqiang only hesitated for a moment, then nodded: "It's finished, comrade, I wonder if you can do me a favor?"

"tell me the story."

"I can't move like this now, can you give me a breath and let someone pick me up."

Fang Chen didn't immediately agree: "I heard from those people that there are people from them in the police station."

Zhou Mingqiang nodded: "Yes, besides collecting evidence, my mission this time is also to find out the mole. Now that I know the identity of the mole, I can only ask you to help me."

"This person's status must not be low." Otherwise, the Qinglong Gang would not be so arrogant, and they could chase and kill people casually in the street in broad daylight.

Zhou Mingqiang smiled wryly: "It's really not low." Before he found the evidence, he couldn't believe that that person could be a traitor at all.

"Then you are not afraid of being discovered? With your current situation, if someone wants your life again, you will not be able to escape."

Zhou Mingqiang smiled lightly: "His status is indeed not low, but there are also people in the Yu County Police Station who are one level above him, and they are very reliable."

Fang Chen didn't ask any more questions, "You write a letter, and I'll send it to you." If he went without evidence, the other party might not believe it.

Zhou Mingqiang was overjoyed when he heard the words, and said distressedly, "I don't have a pen and paper with me."

Fang Chen glanced at him, "You wait." Then he turned and went out.

When he came back, he naturally had a pen and paper in his hand, a piece of letter paper left over from his letter to Song Dongxu, and a pencil.

Zhou Mingqiang was taken aback when he saw it. He didn't expect the other party to find something so quickly, and it was actually a pencil?

But after being dazed, Zhou Mingqiang quickly wrote the letter, handed it to Fang Chen, and also gave him the bullet casing hanging around his neck, and said the address: "No. 23 Liuping Lane, you Go there and find a man named Dong Zhongping, just give him this letter, it’s a token.”

"No. 23 Liuping Lane, Dong Zhongping, I remember." Fang Chen repeated, took his things and left.

Hurrying to the place Zhou Mingqiang said, Fang Chen quickly found the Dong Zhongping that Zhou Mingqiang was talking about, but he didn't show up.

"Are you Dong Zhongping?"

"Who?!"

Dong Zhongping was worried about the news he received as soon as possible. Zhou Mingqiang was his right-hand man, and he also made the undercover plan this time. Now that Zhou Mingqiang's life and death were unknown, he was naturally worried.

At this time, a voice suddenly asked him, he still couldn't see anyone, and Dong Zhongping, who looked alert, couldn't help but touched his gun.

"Zhou Mingqiang asked me to send you a crazy letter."

After secretly confirming the identity of the other party, Fang Chen shot the letter and the token as a hidden weapon, then turned and left.

The person has been saved, and the things have been delivered. As for what happens after that, naturally it has nothing to do with him.

But Dong Zhongping, who subconsciously caught the oncoming thing, saw the thing in his hand clearly, read the letter in a hurry, and organized people to find someone.