Became a poor little boy abandoned by his educated youth mother?

Chapter 194 Visiting

Dividing the capital into four large areas, the overall power division is as follows:

The east of the city is Qian Hu's territory. People on the street call him Brother Hu. He is quite disciplined and as long as you don't provoke him, nothing will happen.

The west of the city is Wang Jie's territory. People on the street call him Wang Scorpion. He used to hang out with that group of people. He is insidious and cunning and likes to plot against people behind their backs. There is nothing annoying about this man. When he doesn't like someone, he can inexplicably destroy the other person's family.

There are several forces in the south and north of the city, all of which are small and insignificant. Most of these forces survive by relying on Qian Hu and Wang Xiezi.

Even if they want to do it themselves, they have to have about 10 people find a base or go from street to street.

After receiving the news, he took out some fruits and medicinal materials needed to make Peiyuan Pills from the space and strolled back home.

When he walked in, he saw Song Sirui who had gone out to buy tickets early in the morning. "Brother, you're back too. Have you bought your tickets? What time is the train tomorrow?"

"Tomorrow afternoon at 3 o'clock, what did you buy, little sister?"

He walked over and took the bag from An Xueyan's bicycle.

An Xueyan replied as she parked the car, "I saw someone selling apples and oranges. They were quite large and good quality, so I bought some, along with some medicinal herbs."

"Fruit this good isn't common. Where did you buy it? I'll go get some more."

"I met someone selling them on the road with a basket on his shoulder. He's not there now." An Xueyan wasn't afraid of being exposed. She had released so many goods that they might have started to be sold on the black market by now.

Song Sirui was a little disappointed. He took the apples and oranges, washed them, cut them, and then gave them to his master.

He took a piece of apple first, and his eyes lit up immediately. He had never eaten such delicious fruit before, it was sweet, crispy and juicy.

Old Feng didn't find this strange at all. He had eaten it a few times before and probably knew that An Qingping had dealings with people in the black market. When he saw this fruit, he naturally thought that An Xueyan was in contact with the group of people her father knew.

In the afternoon, when An Xueyan was grinding medicine in the house, people from the Yan family came to the door.

This time, it was Mr. Yan who came in person with his second son. He looked even older after not seeing him for so many days. He must have been feeling bad during this period. Wang Zhenying followed behind him with a pile of gifts in his hands.

This was also the second time that An Xueyan, the head of the second branch of the Yan family, met him. Her face was calm and nothing could be seen. She was very grateful when she saw her master.

Everyone sat in the reception hall, and Song Sirui served them all tea.

After Old Man Yan and Old Man Feng exchanged pleasantries for a while, the second son of the Yan family spoke humbly, "My wife was not sensible some time ago and caused trouble for you, Uncle Feng. I apologize to you on her behalf."

"It's understandable that family members are worried about the patient's condition." Subconsciously, I understand it, but I don't want to deal with such people in the future.

"Thank you for your understanding. This is the medical fee for my son. Thank you for your hard work, Uncle Feng." The second son of the Yan family handed over a thick envelope.

According to An Xueyan's estimation, the thickness should be about 1000 yuan, so the doctor has to make money by seeing patients privately. One ticket can be equivalent to others' hard work for a year.

"It's all thanks to you, Old Feng, that Achen was able to wake up this time. The Yan family will owe you a favor in the future." Old Yan also made the promise.

"I'm a doctor, and it's my duty to cure illnesses and save lives. I will still help with this matter between us." Old Feng said after taking a sip of tea.

This time I came to Beijing for Mr. Yan's sake. After all, we have been through the war together.

He also didn't want to see the other party lose his grandson, so he would save him if he could, but he wouldn't interfere in the other party's family affairs.

Elder Yan said earnestly, "I'd like to trouble you to go to the hospital and check on Achen. Although Achen's health will not allow him to return to his original job, we, as his elders, hope that he can live a good life like ordinary people."

At this moment, he was just a kind old man who only hoped for his grandson's well-being and was concerned about his grandson's health. The second son of the Yan family also looked at Old Feng pleadingly.

Elder Feng sighed inwardly and said, "I'll go there tomorrow morning and see how to best treat it. The damage to the body itself is difficult to repair, so I can only do my best."

The second son of the Yan family said tactfully, "Don't worry, Uncle Feng. We accepted Achen's fate from the beginning. Now I'm content. If my wife has something to do tomorrow, we won't go to the hospital. Brother Wang will pick you up tomorrow morning."

It is not clear whether his wife really has something wrong. Anyway, Teacher Feng feels at peace when he doesn't see someone crying every day, and he won't be stupid enough to ask others what's wrong.

After the matter was discussed, the Yan family father and son sat for a while and then said goodbye and left.

After everyone left, An Xueyan sat on a chair and said, "Mr. Yan looks much older!"

"It would be strange if he doesn't get old if he has to worry about the whole family." Old Feng said calmly.

An Xueyan looked at her lonely master and wanted to ask him if this was the reason why he was always alone, but she was afraid of asking about the old man's sad story, so she lowered her head and drank her tea silently.

She asked her third senior brother privately, but he was not very clear either.

"Master, do you have a good relationship with Master Yan?"

Old Feng said with a look of reminiscence, "We've known each other for decades. There aren't many people of our age still alive, so we all have some kind of acquaintance. We'll help out wherever we can."

Oh, what An Xueyan understood was that they could still be good friends as long as their own interests were not involved. They would not stab each other in the back when interests were involved, but they would not endanger themselves either.

Anyway, from what she knew, when her master was reported and suffered, the other party did not help to deal with the matter, and of course did not add insult to injury.

This was a common occurrence in those years. There was nothing wrong with this approach, but it did make people feel a little cold and indifferent.

"By the way, Master, I found the ingredients and asked Uncle Liu to prepare Buddha Jumps Over the Wall. We can eat it the day after tomorrow. It will definitely be delicious."

Song Sirui, who had just walked to the door, heard this and complained bitterly, "Junior Sister, is this really okay for you? As soon as I left, you told Master to go eat something good~"

An Xueyan deliberately comforted him, "Brother, don't worry, I will eat more for you and I will definitely not suffer any loss."

"Is this what I meant?" Song Sirui became even more resentful.

An Xueyan spread her hands and asked, "What else can we do? Third Brother, you can eat the day after tomorrow and then leave. I'm fine anyway. Do you still have time off?"

This really hurts my heart. If he still had some time off, would he need to buy a ticket for tomorrow? He has been keeping it at that until the last day.

I sat down on the chair feeling depressed, and then I heard my master's words of disdain: "You are already a father, why are you still thinking about food like a child? Don't you feel ashamed?"