Chapter 2075

Feng Shaojin snorted coldly, "If I don't even have such a heart, how can I sit in this position."

Ji Zongyuan: "..."

Ji Zongyuan heard Feng Shaojin's tone of being obedient despite being cheap, and felt more and more unworthy for He Jingshu.

The reputation of the He family among the common people is about to collapse. After finally facing this plague and getting the opportunity of disaster relief, they wanted to restore the reputation of the He family, but they did not expect that the scope of the plague would be so extensive. What He Changqing promised Well, in the end, the food that should be donated is not a quarter of what was promised.

Feng Shaojin was not satisfied with this marriage at all, although he did not oppose it as fiercely as at the beginning, but the date of the marriage could not be settled for a long time.

Could he be so kind and take time out of his busy schedule to bring the eldest lady of the He family to the shelter?

Fortunately, Ji Zongyuan came in time, not only did not put the He family in a dilemma, but also reversed He Jingshu's reputation...

After distributing the buns, He Jingshu trotted over and stood beside Feng Shaojin: "These people are really easy to coax, as long as they are fed, brother Shaojin, shall we go in?"

"Of course." Feng Shaojin turned around and walked towards the shelter.

In the hall and the aisles on both sides, there were all people lying there. They were all dirty and dying of illness, looking at the two passing by as if asking for help.

An old man who was about to die grabbed He Jingshu's cheongsam without knowing where the strength came from, and He Jingshu almost screamed in fright.

The man seemed to grab a life-saving straw: "Miss, help me, I don't want to die, I don't want to die at all."

He Jingshu grabbed her clothes, wishing she could kick the old man, but trembling, she didn't dare to curse, so she could only hold on to Feng Shaojin's arm: "Brother Shaojin, I... I......"

Feng Shaojin tore off He Jingshu's hand that was holding onto her arm, squatted down, and looked at the old man: "Old man, soup is boiled here every day, have you had the soup today?"

The old man coughed violently at Feng Shaojin.

Bao'er covered her face with a veil, came over with a large bucket of boiled soup, took a wooden spoon and distributed it to the people in the hall, and said to the old man: "Old man, the doctor said, you can't cough at people when you cough , so as not to infect others."

As he spoke, he fed the scooped soup to the old man's lips.

The old man had been holding on with one breath, but now he coughed a lot, as if the oil was exhausted, and before he had time to drink the soup in the bowl, he closed his eyes and passed away.

He Jingshu became more and more frightened, her feet stepped back again and again, and she covered her pale face: "He's dead, he's dead."

Bao'er put her hand under the old man's nose, she could not smell her breath, and she didn't know Feng Shaojin, so she thought he was just a guard sent by Feng Yichen, so she stuffed the soup bowl into Feng Shaojin's hand: "Help me Give medicine to the patient here, and I will carry her to the morgue."

Feng Shaojin: "..."

Holding the bowl, Feng Shaojin took a few more glances at Bao'er who was carrying the corpse.

Seeing this, the guards who were standing at the door to maintain order hurried over, took the soup bowl from Feng Shaojin's hand, and helped take care of the patients here.

He Jingshu looked back and forth between Feng Shaojin and Bao'er, stepped forward unwillingly, and took Feng Shaojin's arm: "Let's go ahead and have a look, didn't we arrange for the doctor to be here? Why didn't you see it?" people?"

Feng Shaojin didn't know what he was thinking, he didn't seem to notice He Jingshu's movements, and walked forward along the long corridor...

When I arrived at the inner hall, I really saw Chu Yunyao who was taking the patient's pulse. Feng Shaojin looked around, but didn't see the person he wanted to see. After greeting the busy doctor, he withdrew... ..