Pirate's I'll become stronger by fishing

Chapter 94

Then Mo Yan, the ghost who settled misoga, came back and took over the large and small bags of items in hill and Lan Ling's hands.

Expressionless told Zhang Jun the location of the hotel, and then walked back.

As for Zhang Jun, he planned to accompany hill to see the little boy's mother.

Of course, this is to protect the personal safety of the two ladies.

"Children, where do you live? Take your sister?"

Hill picked up the little boy who was no longer crying, handed him a piece of candy and asked with a smile.

Lan Ling stood aside and observed everything. It seemed that he was learning the skills of dealing with the world.

"I, just call me Shirang. Everyone calls me that. My house is right there..."

Little Shilang waxy said, pointing his round little finger to the alley next to him.

Hill nodded to Zhang Jun and walked into the alley with Xiao Shilang in his arms.

"Shi Lang, what do you usually do?"

On the way, seeing no one talking, Zhang Jun took the initiative to break the embarrassment.

"Well, I usually sweep the floor and wash the dishes at home. Alas, I break the dishes occasionally, but my mother won't scold me. My mother is so good ~"

Little Shirang frowned and pouted, and finally smiled a few times.

It looked lovely, but Zhang Jun couldn't laugh.

Xiao Shilang is only five or six years old. Shouldn't children at this age be innocent and play happily every day?

The atmosphere was heavy again.

Little Shirang is very sensible. Seeing that these kind-hearted brothers and sisters don't speak, he also cleverly shut his mouth.

Just pointing the direction from time to time.

The alley is very deep and dark. Fortunately, Zhang Jun can illuminate.

A small flash of thunder appeared in Zhang Jun's palm, illuminating a small area in front of him.

"Brother, brother, are you an immortal?"

After holding it for a while, Xiao Shilang finally blushed and asked with expectation.

"Immortal? No, my brother is not an immortal. My brother is more powerful than an immortal!"

Seeing that little Shilang showed the curiosity that children should have, Zhang Jun said with a smile.

"Wow, brother, can you change a lot of money? Shilang, Shilang doesn't need a lot, just let Shilang and his mother have enough for every meal!"

As expected, Xiao Shilang was still a child. He took Zhang Jun's joke seriously. He leaned and grabbed Zhang Jun's clothes with his small hands.

"Shi Lang, a man can't pray like others. He should get what he wants through his own efforts!"

Zhang Jun's eyes flashed a complex look. He couldn't help thinking of his mother before crossing. Then he touched Xiao Shilang's head and said seriously.

Little Shilang was stunned and nodded seriously for a while.

"Here we are, this is my home!"

After walking for a while, little shiron came down from hill, pointed to a door and said.

This place is so small that it has come to a dead end.

The wooden door has been a little rotten, making a squeak in the wind from time to time.

The moon does not appear, but is always shrouded in dark clouds, and the air is filled with an unpleasant smell

Inside the wooden door, a cough came out from time to time. Each cough seemed to want to cough out his lungs.

Every sound is hoarse, and every sound is full of a feeling of weakness.

And mixed with all kinds of snoring. From time to time, someone scolds why he doesn't cough to death.

Xiao Shilang's eyes were red and he took hill and rushed into the house.

The wooden door was pushed open with a squeak, and an unspeakable smell came to my nose.

It's several times stronger than the smell outside the door.

Hill subconsciously covered his nose, and Lan Ling also frowned.

A few people followed Xiao Shilang and went in.

There are many rooms here. Some doors are open and some are closed.

All kinds of sounds and scenes seem so noisy in the silent night.

The young man took hill to the third room on the right, took out a key and opened the door.

The room is very small. It can only accommodate a bed, a table and a small cabinet.

There are all kinds of things hanging on the tables and walls.

There are strange things collected by Xiao Shilang, as well as pots and pans.

Zhang Jun came in and looked around. All this fell on his eyes.

A few people crowded into a room, some blocked, not to mention only a small window.

Hill did not delay and went straight to the woman lying in bed.

The woman was thin, skinny and coughing like a cry from hell.

Her eyes were closed, her face was livid, and her lips were pale.

"Well, it's because she's too tired. Damn it!"

Hill observed for a while with various methods, and his face was a little ugly.

Zhang Jun understood Hill's meaning in an instant.

This is not a strange disease at all. As long as it is a serious doctor, it can be easily seen.

And for the current medical technology, it is actually easier to treat.

However, the doctor was unwilling to treat, but Zhang Jun had some understanding.

For a person living like this, even if she is cured this time, as long as she is still so tired, she will get sick again one day.

So the doctor not only despised the poor and greedy for money, but also thought that even if he was cured this time, it would be meaningless.

"Shilang, I'll go out with my brother and sister first. Give this to your mother and we'll be back soon."

Hill took out a pill and handed it to Shilang. They came out with Zhang Jun.

She first gave a general explanation to the ignorant Lan Ling, and then looked at Zhang Jun.

"Hill, anyway, she needs to be cured this time."

Zhang Jun pondered for a moment and made a decision.

Then Hill went in again, combined with the light of healing, and left some pills to cure most of Xiao Shilang's mother's disease.

Then Hill explained to little Shirang and said he would come back tomorrow to see the situation. Then they went to the hotel.

Hill was unhappy all the way.

She said that originally, she only looked at the present when she treated patients and saved people. As long as she cured the people in front of her, she would be very satisfied.

But this time, she really realized that even if she was cured in a moment, it might not be cured in the long run.

Zhang Jun and Lan Ling didn't say much, and their hearts were equally heavy.

Maybe this is the life of the real poo