No one notified me in advance. Everyone in the end times is crazy.

Fan had never been to school and didn't understand what Mr. Yu meant.

"The medicine has been changed. The medicine prescribed by Doctor Li this time looks different from the one prescribed by Doctor Wang last time."

Mr. Yu was once again amused by his naiveté. He pointed to the flowers outside the window and said, "When I came here, I saw that the flowers outside the inn were beautiful. Please pick some of each for me."

"doing what?"

"Making a sachet, don't you think the smell of medicine all over my body is unpleasant?"

"I think it smells good."

"But I don't like it."

"I'll go now!"

Hearing Mr. Yu say that he didn't like it, Fan picked up a cloth bag and went to pick flowers.

Mr. Yu propped himself up on the table, stood up, and shouted, "Hey! Where are you going?"

Fan, who had already walked out of the room, stopped and replied, "I'm going to pick flowers for Mr. Yu."

"A few are enough. Do you want to pluck all the flowers?"

Fan chuckled and changed to a small bowl.

After Mr. Yu finished his medicine, he waved to Fan downstairs to come up.

The hand was waved in the previous second, and the person arrived in the next second.

"Mr. Yu, you called me?"

"Let everyone in the caravan pack up and get ready to leave."

"Didn't we just arrive two days ago? Why don't you stay and get well before you leave?"

"The disease can't be cured, and money won't just flow into my pocket. Don't forget, I'm a profiteer and I love money the most. In these chaotic times, without money, you can't do anything. You'll end up like my father, lying in bed waiting to die."

A caravan would arrive in a new city and stay there for only a few days before setting off again.

Fan didn't hate this nomadic life. It was a great happiness for him to be with Mr. Yu every day.

Every month when the wages were paid, Fan would wrap the money he received in a handkerchief. He was very frugal in his daily life.

"You really want to redeem yourself?"

"No! No! I just... just..."

Seeing Fan's cheeks flushed and he was hesitant to say anything, Mr. Yu did not embarrass him. He said jokingly, "It will be difficult for you to redeem yourself if you meet a greedy and unscrupulous businessman like me."

"Mr. Yu, do you like money very much?"

"like very much."

"I see."

Mr. Yu, who thought Fan was eager to redeem himself, would secretly slip a few more copper coins into his wages every time.

When Fan was counting the money, he found the extra copper coins. He thought they were a gift from Mr. Yu, so he treasured them and strung them together with a red string to keep them.

Mr. Yu loves money, loves money. He always talks about loving money, but what he does has nothing to do with loving money.

If he was a profiteer, he should have taken advantage of the chaos in the four countries to make a fortune, but he did not. Not only did he give alms to the refugees, he also paid for the medical treatment of the sick.

To make the other party feel at ease, he would always say: "Here's the money, use it to see a doctor. Don't worry, I'm a profiteer. The next time we meet, you have to pay me back double the money for the medicine."

And every time we meet is the first time and the last time.

Year after year, Mr. Yu did not become rich like other businessmen, but became poorer and poorer.

Perhaps it was a joke of fate, his health was getting worse and worse, and he went from taking medicine three times a day to taking medicine five times a day.

"Mr. Yu, take your medicine."

"It's so bitter, I really can't drink it." Mr. Yu complained, but still drank the medicine with a frown.

"Fan."

"Ah? Mr. Yu, do you have any instructions?"

"No, I was just wondering if the money you've saved is enough to buy your freedom."

Fan subconsciously weighed the purse at his waist and said, "It's still a long way off."

"Huh? That shouldn't be the case. Are you addicted to gambling?"

"No! How is that possible!"

"Okay, it's not bad to save the money for your living after I die."

"No! I didn't think so, I just...just..."

"Speak directly if you have anything to say."

"I saw a loving couple on the street today, so I wanted to ask Mr. Yu if he has any plans to start a family?"

"Although I'm supposed to be independent at the age of thirty, I definitely won't harm anyone with my illness."

"If you have to choose, what kind would Mr. Yu like?"

"Rich."

"I see."

"Whose girl are you interested in?"

"No, I fell in love with someone who loves money."

"That would be great, since we are on the same page."

"Cough! Cough cough cough!" Mr. Yu started coughing uncontrollably again. This is a very normal thing in daily life.

But in Fan's eyes, he felt extremely distressed.

"Mr. Yu, do you think the medicine the doctor prescribed this time is better than last time?"

"Still like that."

"Then let's see another doctor..."

"Let's set off tomorrow."

"What? But Mr. Yu's body!"

"The disease cannot be cured."

Winter soon arrived. Mr. Yu wore a thicker cloak than anyone else. He stood in the snow, his body as thin as a candle in the wind, admiring the snowy scenery.

"Mr. Yu, it's cold outside, let's go inside."

"I want to be willful for once today."

Fan helped Mr. Yu put on his hat, brushed the snow off his shoulders, and said, "I'll stay with you, Mr. Yu."

"Cough! Cough-cough-cough!"

This time the cough was more severe than any previous time. The blood that was coughed up dripped onto the snow, staining it red.

"Mr. Yu, let's go in. Mr. Yu, please stop being so willful."

Fan helped Mr. Yu into the house and poured him a cup of warm water to warm him up.

"I don't want water, Fan, I want wine."

"The doctor said I can't eat spicy food or drink alcohol."

"I don't want to listen to the doctor."

"Can't!"

"One bite."

"no!"

"Just one bite."

Seeing Mr. Yu's pitiful look, Fan couldn't help but compromise and said, "Okay, just one bite."

"Hmm~"

After receiving the small glass of wine handed to him by Fan, Mr. Yu did not rush to drink it. Instead, he took out a headband with residual warmth from his lapel and handed it to Fan.

"Here you are, a gift for our sixth anniversary."

Fan carefully took the headband and looked at the word "Fan" embroidered with gold thread on it.

"This character is pronounced Fan. It's the name I gave you." After saying this, Mr. Yu drank the wine in the glass and smacked his lips with a feeling of lingering satisfaction.

"So this character is Fan!"

Fan happily put the headband on her head and couldn't wait to find a mirror to see if she looked good.

"Look how happy you are! This is a souvenir. You will be free soon and can use your old name."

Fan didn't know what Mr. Yu meant. He only knew that Mr. Yu gave him a gift and touched his head. Mr. Yu smelled nice, but his hands were a little cold. He must have caught a cold outside.

Fan ran to boil water and prepared a hot bath for Mr. Yu to ward off the cold.

He came back with hot water, and Mr. Yu just sat quietly by the window. The window was open, and the cold wind blew snowflakes on his face.

Even the candlelight on the table was swaying in the wind.

Fan hurried over to close the window.

"Mr. Yu, you will get sick if you do this."

"But I'm already sick, right?"

Mr. Yu took out the indenture from his clothes and set it on fire in front of Fan.

"The indenture is broken, you are free."

"I..." Fan wanted to say that he didn't want freedom, but the words stopped abruptly when he saw Mr. Yu.

He smiled, like a candle that was about to burn out, and it went out completely after saying goodbye.

Fan just looked at him like that and fell to the ground exhausted.

"Mr. Yu!"

Fan roared and went over to help him up. His body was limp and his chest was no longer rising or falling.

Fan was unwilling to believe that Mr. Yu had passed away like this, so he carried him to find a doctor in the town.

Without exception, they were all driven out by the doctors as lunatics.

"Go away! The body is already cold, even the gods can't save it."

"I have money! Doctor, please save him! I have money!"

"Even money can't save the dead. Go away! What bad luck!"

In that snowy weather, this little man who was just over 1.5 meters tall, holding a dead body that had already stiffened, knocked on the doors of one medical clinic after another.

The snow fell for a whole day and a whole night, and he prayed for a whole day and a whole night.