Chapter 8: Pick Up the Fourth Brother

Chapter 8

When Jiang Sheng saw Wen Zhiyun, he seemed to be frightened and covered his face with both hands, his body trembling slightly.

She had never seen such a timid boy before.

Jiang Sheng was curious and went over to ask, "Who are you? Why are you here?"

The little boy didn't speak.

Jiang Sheng thought for a while, and gave him the half of steamed bun she had left.

The little boy was tempted by the aroma, swallowed hard several times, and finally couldn't help taking it and nibbling slowly.

Although he was a boy, his behavior and manners were more delicate than ordinary girls.

Jiang Sheng was bursting with curiosity and said seductively, "Tell me who you are and I'll buy you another steamed bun."

After the boy finished eating the last bite of the steamed bun, he licked his lips again and said hoarsely, "My name is Wen Zhiyun."

"My dad and my mom were taken away by a group of bad guys."

"They told me to hide, and said that if they didn't come back after a day, I should run as far as I could by myself."

Wen Zhiyun was trying hard to restrain his sadness, and his voice became smaller and smaller.

Jiang Sheng suddenly realized.

He turned out to be the doctor's child. His parents must have sensed the danger and told their child to hide.

Almost instantly, Jiang Sheng felt a surge of ambition in her heart.

The doctor had been good to her, so she wanted to repay him. If something happened to the doctor, she would repay the doctor's child.

Without any hesitation, Jiang Sheng sent Zheng Ruqian to buy another steamed bun and gave it to Wen Zhiyun, promising that they would wait with him.

Wen Zhiyun was very grateful, almost crying.

So they waited in the clinic.

They waited from dawn until dark, and from dark until dawn again.

Jiang Sheng tried to stay awake several times but still couldn't make it, and fell asleep.

She was awakened by suppressed crying, opened her eyes, and saw Wen Zhiyun kneeling in front of two corpses.

Jiang Sheng was shocked. She rushed over and saw the doctor and his wife as expected.

They seemed to have suffered vicious torture, with incomplete flesh all over their bodies and covered in blood.

"Jiang Sheng, don't look," Xu Mo said gently to stop her.

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But the cruel scene was still imprinted in Jiang Sheng's eyes.

Wen Zhiyun gave a miserable smile with tears. He wrapped all the medicines in oil paper for Xu Mo while changing his splint.

These were the foundation of the clinic and what Xu Mo needed most.

"Just take these?" Jiang Sheng's eyes almost popped out. "Don't take anything else?"

Quilts, cotton clothes, cotton shoes were all good stuff.

"Take the rest too?" Wen Zhiyun didn't understand.

Jiang Sheng closed her mouth and told him with action that they should take everything.

She took away almost everything from the clinic. If the medicine cabinet hadn’t been too heavy and the broken temple couldn’t hold beds, she would have hated not taking it all.

For this, Jiang Sheng rented another flatbed cart.

The five children struggled back to the broken temple. Only then did Wen Zhiyun understand why everything had to be packed.

Other than shelter from wind and rain, this broken temple had nothing else.

Fortunately, the stuff from the clinic was quite complete.

A few thin quilts were spread on the straw mats, and thicker ones used as covers. The cotton shoes were a little big but could be worn, just with a few more layers of cloth padded.

Most importantly, they now had a lot of intact pots and bowls.

Jiang Sheng put the small broken pot she used before in the corner, took out a complete large iron pot, grabbed two handfuls of rice, added three ladles of water, and started a fire to cook porridge.

Fang Heng and Zheng Ruqian went to return the cart and took back the deposit.

By the time they came back, the rice was thoroughly cooked and bubbling merrily in the big iron pot.

Jiang Sheng took out the fire stick and extinguished it with soil, then took out clean porcelain bowls and scooped five full bowls of porridge.

The hot breath rushed in as soon as it entered the mouth, carrying the unique aroma of rice, the thick taste of rice soup, sliding over the tongue, and finally falling into the esophagus.

Jiang Sheng took a sip and closed her eyes happily.

But soon, she sighed again.

In the past, half a handful of rice was enough for her alone, but now with five people, two handfuls of rice still needed an extra pinch, otherwise it would not be enough to eat.

This was the downside of having more people.

But when she opened her eyes and looked at the four brothers in various postures, sitting in different places, either writing calligraphy, dull-witted, calm as a pine, or soft and tender, they occasionally talked to each other, and then settled down to do their own thing.

Jiang Sheng was unrestrainedly happy inside.

In her seven years of struggles, she had met friends and wanted to treat them as siblings, but before long, they left her for various reasons.

Jiang Sheng didn't know how long these four brothers could accompany her.

But Jiang Sheng cherished every day with her family. For her, every extra day like this was a gain.