Fengjiu stood not far away and watched, listening to the people around her talking, watching the old woman begging, but the people in the medicine shop remained indifferent. As the sky gradually darkened, the onlookers gradually dispersed, leaving only the old woman crying and begging. Only then did she walk forward with her crutches.
"What disease does your son have?" Fengjiu asked, looking at the old woman with a sad and desperate face.
When the old woman heard the voice, she looked up and saw a beggar-like person. She wiped her tears and spoke in a hoarse and weak voice, with despair and death in her eyes: "I don't know what disease he has. The doctors can't find it out. No one is willing to save him. No one is willing to help us..."
At this moment, she was already thinking that if her son died, she would die with him. Anyway, if all her relatives died, there would be no point in living for an old woman like her.
"I can save him, take me to see him!" Fengjiu said, stretching out her hand to help the old woman up.
Perhaps she was desperate. Hearing this, the old woman's eyes lit up: "Can you save my son? Are you a doctor? No, no, you must be a fairy with great abilities. You must be a fairy who is hiding his true power."
As if to comfort herself, as if to give herself a last bit of hope, she did not question Fengjiu's identity and ability. On the contrary, she regarded her as a hidden doctor and an immortal who could save her son.
Just like that, she took Fengjiu home. After Fengjiu followed the old woman, a middle-aged man walked out of the medicine shop, shook his head, looked in the direction they left, and sighed: "Who can save a dying person?"
The waiter in the store also came out, took a look at the person who was leaving, and said with a smile: "Doctor Lu, that beggar actually said he could save him. He probably wanted to get a place to stay! Everyone in this city knows that you, Doctor Lu, are the most skilled doctor. How can a beggar save someone who even you can't cure?"
On the other side, Fengjiu followed the old woman back home and saw that it was a simple courtyard with a lot of messy things piled in the courtyard. There were several rooms in the courtyard. The old woman took her into one of the rooms and came to the person lying in front of the body.
"He is my son, Immortal, please take a look at my son. You must save my son. He is a filial child. If he dies, what is the point of me living?"
The old woman cried, her voice was sad and helpless. It was the despair of an old mother. The despair of having no one to help her made her want to die.
Feng Jiu comforted him and said, "Don't worry, I'll help him first, and you can bring me a basin of clean water!"
"Okay." The old woman responded, wiping her tears and walking out.
Fengjiu first took a look at the person in the police uniform and saw that he was a strong man in his thirties, but now he was so thin that he looked like a human being. He was also sleeping and his breath was very weak.
After checking his pulse, she was slightly surprised and took her hand back. The old woman also came in with clean water, so she washed her hand in the clean water and asked, "Did he become like this after he went on a mission?"
The old woman nodded repeatedly: "Yes, it was caused by a mission. My son has been in the mercenary team for many years. He has suffered some minor injuries before, but none as serious as this time."