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The next day, the class group was extremely lively. After Song Youan woke up, she found that many classmates who did not attend the class yesterday had sent her messages.

Most of them were Xu Ziyang’s ex-girlfriends, who were there to make fun of him.

Song Youan was not interested in these, but she believed that Xu Ziyang would not speak in the group today.

She packed up and went to Youanju. It had been raining for two days in a row in Dazhao recently. Although there was no rain today, the weather was still gloomy and a bit damp.

It was rare for her to have some quiet time when she had nothing to do, so she started cleaning the yard, pruning the flowers in the flower garden, sweeping the yard, and wiping off the dust everywhere.

Originally, she could ask Wufangsi to do these things, but later she decided to do it herself. The courtyard with two entrances and exits is not very big. Although it takes some time to clean it by one person, it is not impossible.

The main reason is that it would be better for Youanju not to let too many outsiders in.

Although there are no secrets here, for her, having no secrets is the biggest secret.

I was busy in the backyard when I heard someone knocking on the door outside Youanju.

Song Youan stood up and listened carefully for a moment, confirming that the photo was taken of the door of his own home.

She frowned slightly, a little hesitant.

Because there is a sign outside the door saying "No visitors", no one usually knocks on the door to disturb us.

At this moment, the knocking on the door became increasingly rapid, and it seemed as if one could sense the urgency of the person knocking on the door.

She put down the bamboo basket in her hand and hurried to the front yard. The knocking sound became clearer and clearer, as if someone was trying to knock a hole in the door.

To be honest, Song Youan was a little nervous at the moment. She came to the door and asked softly, "Who's outside?"

The knocking on the door stopped abruptly, and the next second, the boy's crying voice was heard: "Girl, please have mercy and save my sister!"

Song Youan was stunned when she heard the voice. The voice sounded unfamiliar to her, but it was not difficult to tell that it was still a child's.

But she didn't rush to open the door. She just asked, "Who are you? Why did you ask me to save your sister?"

The young man cried, "I was the little beggar that day. The girl had seen me before and had given me some buns!"

Song Youan suddenly realized and quickly raised his hand to lower the bolt. When the door opened, he saw five little beggars standing outside Youan's residence.

The moment they saw Song Youan, they all knelt down and kowtowed desperately.

Yuanbao was the leader, kowtowing and begging: "Miss, please be kind and save my sister!"

Song Youan quickly squatted down to help, looking at them and said, "Hurry up and explain clearly what happened to your sister."

Yuanbao knelt and refused to get up. He just looked up at Song Youan and said, "She had a high fever the night before yesterday. Her body was burning hot and she started talking nonsense today."

"I know you're a good person, and you gave us some buns. I shouldn't have bothered you. But I don't want to watch my sister die. Please save her, and I'll be your slave in the future."

After saying that, he began to kowtow vigorously again, and the others followed suit.

"Oh my, stop knocking, wait for me."

Song Youan said as he turned back to the back hall of the courtyard, took some silver, and trotted out again: "Where do you live? Take me there quickly."

When Yuanbao and his companions heard this, they quickly got up and led the way.

Nearly two miles outside the northern suburbs of Kyoto, there is an abandoned temple.

The dilapidated temple was leaky on all sides, and the little beggars slept on hay inside. However, it had rained in the past two days, and the rain from the roof soaked the hay, and the air was damp and cold. Yuanbao's sister caught a cold and developed a high fever.

They had no money to pay for treatment, so they could only try to light a fire in the dilapidated temple to keep their sister warm. However, the firewood was wet and the roof was leaking, so the fire could not be started at all.

This delay caused the little girl to become unconscious due to the burning sensation.

When Song Youan followed them to the ruined temple, he saw two little girls surrounding an unconscious little girl.

Their faces were all gray and their original appearance could not be seen clearly.

She didn't know medicine, so she didn't go forward to check the situation or do anything unnecessary. She immediately said to Yuanbao: "Hurry up and carry your sister on your back and follow me to the clinic!"

Yuanbao's sister is very small because she is too thin.

The beggar named Erliang was taller. Upon hearing this, he stepped forward and carried the little girl on his back.

"No need to follow everyone, saving people is the most important thing." Song Youan said.

Yuanbao nodded when he heard this, and asked the others to stay here and wait for news. Only he and Erliang followed Song Youan to Kyoto to find a clinic.

On the way, Song Youan looked at Yuanbao and asked, "Do you know which medical clinic in Kyoto is the best?"

"At Shan De Medical Clinic, there is a doctor named Li whose medical skills are very famous in Kyoto." Yuan Bao knew a lot about Kyoto.

Song Youan nodded: "Let's go to Shande Medical Clinic."

On Chang'an Street, two little beggars were carrying another little beggar on their backs, with a beautiful girl following beside them and jogging along, attracting many people's attention.

"Eh? Isn't that Miss Song?"

A young lady from a noble family saw Song Youan and was puzzled and surprised, saying, "What is she doing? Why is she with a beggar?"

As he spoke, the man's tone was filled with contempt. He raised his hand and used a handkerchief to fan away the non-existent odor in front of him.

At Shan De Medical Clinic, Er Liang rushed in first carrying the little girl on his back.

"Doctor, help!"

Yuanbao cried and called for help.

When the little medicine boy in the clinic saw that the person rushing in was a ragged little beggar, he immediately ran out to chase him away: "Where did you come from, beggar? Get out now! This is a clinic, not a charity!"

Song Youan was late because she didn't have the strength to catch up. The jogging she had done caused her throat to tighten and burn with pain. She couldn't even utter a word for a while.

She leaned against the door frame and gasped for breath. She took out a silver note from her pocket and waved it to indicate to the little medicine boy that she had silver.

"We have money. Let Doctor Li come out and save my sister."

The little medicine boy looked at Song Youan in a daze, not knowing whether to chase him away or call for help.

The person in the back hall seemed to have heard the noise and came out. He was an old man with silver hair on his temples.

"Master, it's a beggar." The little medicine boy went forward to help, his tone unable to hide his disgust.

Li Shande raised his hand gently, looked at Erliang calmly and said, "Put the man on the bamboo couch first."

Erliang looked around in panic and found a bamboo couch in the corner of the front hall. He quickly put the little girl on his back on it.

Yuanbao was anxious to say something, but Li Shande just shook his head gently, signaling him not to make a noise, and he walked forward to check on the little girl's condition.

Yuanbao watched nervously, his body shaking with fear.

Song Youan felt a little distressed when she saw this, and walked up to him and patted his shoulder gently.

Yuanbao looked up at him, his eyes were red and bloodshot, and tears as big as beans were falling down.

"It's okay, don't worry." Song Youan comforted softly, but seemed a little powerless at this moment.