The leaves that were blowing yellow as the wind drifted over the insteps of the walking foot. On Chinatown, it was still like people coming and going before. Wang Ruhu walked through the archway and the long street. He vaguely felt that the atmosphere was a little wrong. The more he walked in, the people in the shops on both sides were whispering and muttering.

In a blink of an eye, there were many people in front of Longji Tea Restaurant. When they saw tall figures coming, they quickly dispersed, with a strange expression on their faces.

Wang Ruhu suddenly felt a bad premonition in his heart and ran towards the alley. The people watching around him suddenly surrounded him one by one and pointed at him.

"This Ah Hu seems to live here."

"Oh...I don't know what's going on with which woman?"

"I don't know, I probably haven't died."

"Tell me what happened?"

"...I said, I saw everything just now, as if I was snatching something."

"Then how can you go up and help?"

"Why are you going up? You're not eating anymore. A bunch of foreigners are lawless. It's hard to mess with the posture. The woman really can't see through it, and she doesn't look at who the other party is, so she rushed over directly."

As the rambles of the city, Wang Ruhu, who walked into the alley, saw a pool of blood on the ground, felt uneasy, but then he thought, Sister Lan should be at work at this time.

When he arrived at the yard, Uncle Long sat under the eaves and grinned in pain. When he saw him coming back, he stood up from the ground and squeezed out his smiling face.

"Ahu is back."

"Uncle Long, what happened in the building? Who has the blood on the beach?"

"A bunch of thieves came to rob in broad daylight." The old man said angrily, then waved his hands a few more times, "It's okay, don't look at me like that. I've called the police. I'm going to open a store. You come to the store to help."

The old man went over to pull him, Wang Ruhu reached out to hold him, lifted his sleeves, and his arms were covered with bruises, "Who hit him? To be honest!"

He pointed to the pool of blood in the alley again: "Who's it?"

Uncle Long shook his shoulders, drooped his head, and sat slowly to the edge of the eaves, "I don't know why she came back so early today... I also bought a lot of wine and looked very happy... I was just going to get a few hits... I came to help me, and I was so arrogant that I ran to grab the things back..."

Wang Ruhu's heart skipped a beat.

"Where is Sister Lan?"

The atmosphere was slightly suffocated, and his voice was low, and he paused word by word: "Is that pool of blood from Sister Lan? Where is she?"

"Private clinic, right behind this street..."

Before he finished speaking, Wang Ruhu turned around and ran away. He had been there once and said it was a clinic, but it was actually not worse than a small hospital. Most of them were Chinese doctors. He rushed over and asked Li Lan's name, looking for the door number, and saw a black man sitting outside the corridor with injuries on his face.

Seeing Wang Ruhu, he quickly got up from the bench, respectfully learned the rituals from somewhere, raised his hand and bowed, and shouted in Chinese with his feet.

"master."

Wang Ruhu looked at him and moved his eyes to the slightly opened ward. There was a woman he knew inside with a wound bandaged, sitting on the bed, looking at the curtain blocked on the other side, secretly wiping tears.

"Is Sister Lan inside?"

The woman suddenly heard the words and turned her face. Wang Ruhu had already pushed the door in. Under the stroking curtain, she could see the doctor's outline being treated. She sat next to the woman's bed with her lips pursed.

"What's going on?"

"Uncle Long doesn't let me tell..."

Over there, looking at the curtain's eyes turned around and fell fiercely on the woman's face.

"explain."

"...a group of foreigners... they rushed in and asked where you live... Uncle Long asked them and was pushed to the ground. I went down to help... and was beaten... Later... Later..."

The woman's voice was a little choked, her eyes were so red that she shed tears. Looking at the curtain surrounding the hospital bed there, she couldn't suppress her grievance and cried out.

"...... Later, Sister Lan came back. This afternoon, she asked for leave and said she wanted to make a delicious meal for you. She also asked me to help you. Thank you for making everyone a small amount of money..."

"How could she know that such a thing happened... She saw those foreigners coming out of your room... and holding something in her hand... It must be very expensive... Otherwise, the foreigners wouldn't have taken it either. At that time, she was beaten up and rushed up to grab them. Sister Lan was beaten by one of them and hit her head, and the stick was broken."

The woman was still crying, and Wang Ruhu looked straight at the white wall, pressed her hands on her knees and bent her hands tightly, and sat there silently until the curtain was pulled open. The doctor wearing a mask came out and was stunned when he saw the figure sitting in front of him.

"Are you a patient's family?"

"How is she?" In silence, Wang Ruhu raised his eyes coldly.

The doctor signaled him to come out to speak, closed the ward door, then pulled down the mask, breathed a sigh of relief, and looked at the big man in front of him who was two shoulders higher than his shoulders.

"...... I'm saving my life, which means I'm severely injured in the head, bleeding too much, and my brain is deficient in oxygen for a while. I don't know when I can wake up. If possible, it's best to transfer her to the Chicago hospital, where I can observe the possible problems that may arise later."

"I see."

Wang Ruhu thanked him and also thanked Tori, a black man who was escorting all the way. He walked into the ward and looked at the woman with a bandage wrapped around her head on the white bed. Her face turned pale and her eyes closed seemed to be asleep.

The heartbeater stood on the low cabinet, and it was dripping. The man dragged over a stool, sat next to him, stroked the back of his hand with the needle inserted, and looked at her in a daze.

The woman in the other hospital bed had never seen such an expression, and she didn't know whether it was anger or sadness. She felt a little panicked and said timidly.

"Ahu, don't do anything randomly."

Wang Ruhu, who was sitting there, blinked. There seemed to be no emotion on his face, and it seemed that there was no emotion. He stood up and covered the corner of the quilt for the sleeping woman. He looked out the window. The streets outside were noisy. The sycamore trees on the roadside were yellowed by the wind and were falling off and floating down.

"Please take care of me."

He withdrew his gaze, as if he was saying something to the woman on the bed beside the door, turned around and walked out of the ward. The black Tori waved his hands and caught up to tell what had just happened. However, the man in front ignored it, walked out of the clinic, crossed the long street, returned to the tea restaurant without saying a word, and stepped up the stairs on the stone steps.

He broke through the crooked door, glanced at the empty bag on the bed, his cheeks bulged, his eyes were terrifyingly cold. He walked two steps, stopped, looked at the messy clothes on the ground in a daze, and slowly bent down to pick up the trampled suit.

It was the suit made by Sister Lan for him...

A smile seemed to echo in my ears.

“………I don’t fit, I can also use it to change.”

"My brother is a talented man, tall and burly..."

"Remember, when I came back, I was the first to wear it for me!"

The auditory sound flowed through the air and disappeared after a moment. Wang Ruhu stood there quietly, gently patting the footprints on the fabric with his hands, dust, and the sound was as thin as a mosquito and flies.

".......good."

.........

The long street is still lively, the sun shining through the clouds, gradually tilting westward, shining the street toward the rear, the clinic lights lit up, amid the ticking heartbeat sounds, in the bathroom next to it, the lights are warm yellow, and the clean mirror reflects the wild-bearded man, picking up a knife.

He pulled the messy and fluffy hair and cut it down. A bunch of hair floated past his eyes and fell silently into the bathroom.

Ruddy sound.

The mouth and chin were trimmed one by one, and a layer of stubble was scraped out. The slight sound of the knife was placed on the edge of the pool, and the sweatshirt was taken off, revealing the majestic muscles, putting on a red shirt, and tying buttons.

When I reached out and pulled the side, there was a "wow" sound. The black suit flipped over the air. One arm passed through the sleeve, and the other hand penetrated through the other cuff. The shoulders shook, and the suit was straight on his body.

The mirror reflected on the wall, a short shallow method, the man with a clean and simple beard turned and left.

Walking through the window, shining into the light spots cast on the floor, Wang Ruhu sat down to the hospital bed, looked at his sleepy face, and then looked at the fluctuations on his heartbeat.

"Sister, leave the rest to me."
Chapter completed!