Old Chinese medicine and small vendors

It was another stormy night.

Ying Yanyu didn't stay overnight, so he borrowed a plastic bag to cover his head, and rushed back directly.

Wen Cheng waited until Grandma fell asleep before going up to the second floor. Amidst the thunder and lightning, the lights in his room were kept on all night.

after this.

Ying Yanyu suddenly disappeared for two weeks.

At noon on August [-]th.

Wen Cheng went home for dinner as usual, and then went to work.

Just before the iron door was pushed open, he was stopped.

"Cheng Cheng." Grandma Zeng opened her mouth hesitantly.

Wen Cheng was carrying the medicine box, and was about to go to the beauty salon to change the medicine, when she heard the sound, she turned around and asked her, "What's wrong, grandma?"

Granny Zeng squeezed the phone, stroking the old skin on the back of her hand: "Did something happen to Xiaoyu?"

Wen Cheng was taken aback for a moment: "Why?"

Grandma Zeng said nervously: "I called him these days, but no one answered!"

Wen Cheng didn't have the little kid's cell phone number, and he didn't think about contacting him. To him, they wouldn't meet much, and they weren't friends.

But he still asked: "Is it not connected, or is it turned off?"

"I got through! But no one answered!" Grandma Zeng took out the key from her pocket, "Just say it once or twice, and he won't answer every time. Why don't you come with me to have a look?"

Wen Cheng put down the medicine box and nodded, no matter how you say it, Ying Yan Yu is a tall man, if something happens, Granny can't handle it.

After making up their minds, the two went out and circled half a circle, and pushed open the iron gate behind the house.

There was no lock.

Wen Cheng came here for the first time, in order to avoid someone suddenly popping up later, he first turned his head and looked around... Then he frowned.

The barren and dilapidated small courtyard was in stark contrast to his home, without the slightest smoke and fire, just like a cemetery, cold and gloomy.

"Oh!" When Grandma Zeng opened the inner door, she shook out a string of wet water drops.

Wen Cheng blocked her with quick eyes and hands, and then realized a problem.

Ying Yanyu is not here.

The rain stopped yesterday evening, which shouldn't be the case if people were coming in and out.

"Let's go upstairs and have a look." Wen Cheng walked to the stairs and glanced at the kitchen on the first floor. It was full of cobwebs and no one was using it at all.

"That's good." Grandma Zeng followed behind him.

The situation on the second floor is better than that on the first floor, at least there are still two unwashed dishes in the kitchen.

Wen Cheng studied it carefully, and found that it was boiled beef noodle soup. It was moldy in the hot weather.

At this time, Grandma Zeng shouted from inside the house: "No one is here!"

Wen Cheng began to feel bad.

He entered the living room, intending to find his grandma, but was stopped by a red circle on the calendar, marking August [-]nd.

August [-]nd?

Race, run wild.

An extremely bad premonition rushed into the soles of his feet from all directions and strangled his throat.

"Chengcheng, should we call the police?" Grandma Zeng came out with a serious expression on her face.

Wen Cheng thought for a while, then shook her head and said, "Farewell first."

If the kid did go to that kind of illegal game, it might be worse to call the police.

"I'll go to the pharmacy first and ask someone else."

The anxiety on Grandma Zeng's face settled one by one: "If there is no news tonight, I will call the police."

Wen Cheng said "En", then suddenly remembered: "His family..."

"His family doesn't care about him, otherwise what are you doing here?" Grandma interrupted.

Wen Cheng didn't say anything more, went back to get the medicine box and went to the pharmacy.

Waldmar is still the same.

Qin Hui was checking someone's pulse, while doing Baidu.

"Uh, the tongue coating is white, the edge of the tongue is jagged, and the moisture is stagnant..."

The patient listened carefully, and couldn't help asking: "Doctor, does this have something to do with dysmenorrhea?"

Qin Hui said nonsense in a serious manner: "Of course, think about it. If the water doesn't flow out, it will stay in the body. If it's too much, you won't feel cold? If it's cold, it won't flow, and if it doesn't flow, it will hurt!"

The patient suddenly realized, took the prescription and went to grab the medicine.

Qin Hui leaned back on the back of the chair, and was just about to relax when he caught sight of Wen Cheng, whose face was turning black.

He sat down honestly and said, "Doctor Wen, what's the matter?"

Wen Cheng ignored him and went to check the prescription first.

There is no big problem.

But it is definitely not based on syndrome differentiation and treatment. He can't heal people well, and he can't eat bad people, just deal with things. This is Qin Hui's medical practice principles.

Wen Cheng wanted to warn him several times, but the words froze again.

After graduating, he went to two tertiary hospitals, but in the end he was dismissed because he "pointed fingers" at his seniors.

And his family was heavily in debt at that time, not to mention losing his job, and his head was broken.

The originally irritable temper was sharpened twice.

"Doctor Wen?" Seeing that his expression was wrong, Qin Hui asked hesitantly.

Wen Cheng wiped the sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand, suppressed his boredom, and dealt with the important things first: "You know the person who came to see the doctor with Ying Yanyu that day."

"Ah." Qin Hui nodded.

"Do you have his phone number?" Wen Cheng asked.

"It seems to be there, but I don't know if he has changed it." Qin Hui flipped through the phone and handed it over.

"Thank you." Wen Cheng lowered her head and pressed her phone.

Qin Hui couldn't help but asked, "What do you want from him?" He couldn't figure out what kind of connection these two people would have.

By this time, the phone was connected.

Wen Cheng gave him a "wait a moment" look, then turned and went outside the door.

"Who is it?" Hu San asked lazily.

Wen Cheng didn't talk nonsense, and asked straight to the point: "Look for Yan Yu."

"..." Hu San sat up straight, his voice lowered eight degrees: "Who are you? Which piece is it?"

Hearing his reaction, Wen Cheng was taken aback for a moment, and then felt depressed: "I'm Ying Yanyu's neighbor, Wen Cheng, he's missing, I want to ask you..."

Upon hearing this, Hu San hurriedly said, "No, no, no, no missing! Don't call the police!"

Wen Cheng paused for a moment: "I know, where is he?"

Hu San seemed to be talking to someone.

Wen Cheng turned up the call volume to the maximum, and sure enough, he heard the little boy's voice.

"It's Doctor Wen?" Ying Yanyu was quite surprised.

Hu San whispered: "Well, do you want to say that you are here?"

Ying Yanyu was wrapped in two layers of thick bandages, but he couldn't help being happy. Although he didn't know why, he reached out to grab Hu San's cell phone.

"Hey! Don't open the wound!" Hu San roared.

"It's okay!" Ying Yanyu took the phone and said with a smile, "Wen..."

There was a busy tone on the phone.

The expression on Ying Yanyu's face also changed from happy to bewildered.

"How is it?" Qin Hui came out of the shop.

"It's okay." Wen Cheng looked at the steaming ground, and was distracted for a while before remembering to call grandma and report her safety.

Grandma Zeng didn't suspect anything, she just said that children are playful, and they don't know that there are still people in the family who are worried.

Wen Cheng didn't say much, and resumed her previous pace of life.

After all, they are irrelevant people.

......

Two days later.

Grandma Zeng went on a trip with her best friend, and I heard it was to soak in a hot spring.

Wen Cheng was woken up at five o'clock. His sleep quality was extremely poor. When he woke up, he got up, went to the kitchen to heat up a bun, put it in his mouth, and carried the bamboo basket upstairs to dry the medicine.

Strangely, he never saw Wuzui.

This dog is very clingy to him, why is there no movement today?

Wen Cheng walked up to the top of the building in a daze, glanced casually, froze for a moment, and then blinked incredulously.

"Woo..." Wu Zui was lifted by his front legs and placed on the pond, and he was calling for help.

The person who was holding it stepped on the edge of the pond, bent his slender body forward, and wanted to throw it in, but raised his head as if feeling a second before letting go.

pat.

The bun in Wen Cheng's mouth fell into the bamboo basket, splashing out a few chrysanthemums.

"Wen, good morning, Doctor Wen," Ying Yanyu was caught off guard and quickly took the dog back, "I'm taking it to practice water ballet, water... eh!"

Because the hand was retracted too quickly, the force point was tilted, and the wound that had just healed was torn, and there was a sharp pain, and the bandage was wet.

Wen Cheng looked at the blood stains on his white vest, his face changed again and again.