The scene before Wu Yinquan was completely unfamiliar.

He even took a few steps back, examining the location of the cell repeatedly, before finally confirming that he hadn’t gone to the wrong place. This really was the dreaded “Class D Suite” of the prison, and not some model cell to deceive superiors.

Wu Yinquan suspected that the man had already been beaten to death, and these scoundrels were deliberately covering it up to look like he was sleeping, in order to evade responsibility.

He was about to go out and gather other prison guards – he really didn’t dare to go in and fetch the person alone.

As he turned his head, the old prison guard, Lao Ding, walked over carrying something.

As he got closer, he saw that Lao Ding was carrying a food tray, with a roast chicken, two steamed buns, and even a pot of wine!

“You old Ding!” Wu Yinquan reached out to grab a chicken leg: “Who is this, so generous? How much grease did you skim off, huh?”

“Generous” outside meant “comfortable,” but in prison, it meant “willing to spend money.”

“Skimming grease” was also prison slang, meaning taking bribes.

Lao Ding held the food tray to the side, avoiding Wu Yinquan’s hand, and said with a forced smile, “Boss, I’m getting some food for Mr. Qin.”

Wu Yinquan’s hand, halfway extended, froze for a moment, and he felt somewhat displeased.

He considered himself to be very generous to his prison guards, allowing them to skim grease privately, unlike other petty jailers who only cared about themselves. Now that he had seen it, sharing some was a perfectly reasonable request.

But this Lao Ding seemed so clueless!

“Can’t even have a chicken leg?” he asked with a gloomy face.

The cell was too dark, and Lao Ding didn’t notice Wu Yinquan’s expression, only smiling apologetically and saying, “Mr. Qin is a clean person, if you touch it, he might not eat it. I didn’t pay for this meal, it was a collection from the guys in the suite. There wasn’t enough money for wine, so I added some. I’ll treat you to something else later.”

Wu Yinquan was even more surprised now, and even forgot to continue being angry.

The scoundrels in the “suite” were all thick-skinned and tough, unwilling to cough up even half a copper for a knife wound, which was why they were stuffed into the “Class D Suite.”

Asking them to pool money for wine and food was like squeezing oil from a stone.

“What Mr. Qin?” he couldn’t help but ask.

“I only found out this morning. The prisoner who was sent in yesterday is the head of the Zeren Medical Hall in the west of the city, Master Qin! The son who inherited Master Qin’s mantle.”

“Master Qin’s son?” Wu Yinquan’s eyes widened.

Master Qin was a well-known figure throughout Yuecheng. Not only because of his superb medical skills and his saving lives, but also because of his benevolent heart.

Benevolent heart didn’t mean that he didn’t charge for consultations. In fact, Master Qin’s fees were extremely high, and ordinary families couldn’t afford him at all.

But his Zeren Medical Hall treated a large number of poor people who couldn’t afford medical care every year.

Whenever there was a disaster or a ferocious beast attack in Yuecheng, Zeren Medical Hall was always the first to donate.

Not to mention things like rescuing orphans and providing porridge and medicine to beggars.

The high consultation fees that Master Qin charged were all used for these things.

Many of his disciples were homeless orphans. He not only took care of their lives, but also taught them skills so that they could support themselves.

In short, in Yuecheng, some people may not have seen Master Qin, but no one had not heard of Master Qin.

Wu Yinquan was no exception, of course.

“That’s right!” Lao Ding was a little excited, “My father was able to live to this day thanks to Master Qin!”

Looking at this old fox’s rare excited appearance, Wu Yinquan suddenly understood why the Class D Suite was so harmonious now.

He unconsciously stepped aside and let Lao Ding pass.

Lao Ding passed the food tray through the small window into the cell, cursing crudely, “Hold it steady! You bunch of rotten seeds!”

The people inside didn’t mind at all, chuckling and accepting the food tray, “It smells so good!”

“Damn, how long has it been since I ate chicken?”

“Hurry, hurry, let me smell it too!”

A group of crude villains walked to the bedside where Qin Nianmin was sleeping, but their voices softened, “Mr. Qin? Mr. Qin? Get up and eat.”

Qin Nianmin got up and sat on the bed. Wu Yinquan saw a dark bruise on the corner of his eye, so it seemed that he had suffered some hardships when he first entered the cell.

The man next to him placed the food tray in his hands, “Eat, Mr. Qin.”

The sound of swallowing saliva filled the room.

Wu Yinquan couldn’t help but think, how high must his virtue be to be treated so sincerely by a group of prisoners who could definitely not be considered good people?

Qin Nianmin was also in his fifties. Because he was well-maintained, although there was some frost in his hair, his face didn’t look old.

But at this moment, he looked haggard and didn’t touch the roast chicken. He only tore the steamed bun into strips and ate it bit by bit.

It didn’t look like eating, but rather like mechanically forcing himself to do something.

“If you don’t want to eat, why are you eating?” Wu Yinquan asked outside the cell.

Qin Nianmin didn’t look at who was talking, or even turn his head, he just said, “I want to live.”

“Master Qin’s son shouldn’t break the law.” Wu Yinquan couldn’t help but ask, “What did you do to get in here? The people who handed you over said so many things, I couldn’t understand it.”

This time, Qin Nianmin turned his head and looked at him for a while, his eyes full of sorrow, “You’re not that bad, I don’t want to hurt you.”

Wu Yinquan tactfully shut his mouth.

Having been in prison for so many years, he understood very well that it was best not to know things that he shouldn’t know.

Qin Nianmin was obviously carrying such a thing. So even though he had such a highly respected father, he still ended up here.

Thinking of this, Wu Yinquan asked again, “Do you need me to pass any message to Master Qin?”

In his opinion, Master Qin’s son was naturally worth making a trip for.

But as soon as he said this, Qin Nianmin, who had an otherworldly aura even in a place like a prison, suddenly put down the food tray and burst into tears.

A man in his fifties cried like a child.

Wu Yinquan left the prison in a daze, and walked with Lao Ding towards the west of the city.

Master Qin was ninety years old, which was considered long-lived.

Birth, old age, sickness, and death were human nature. The people of Yuecheng should have been mentally prepared for his departure.

But when this day really came, it was still so difficult to accept!

The reason why Wu Yinquan was so distraught was that he was very clear that he couldn’t be considered a good person, but he was also very clear that Master Qin, such a pure good person, was rare in the past, and would only be rarer in the future!

Even bad people don’t want to live in a world full of bad people.

When Wu Yinquan and Lao Ding walked near the Zeren Medical Hall in the west of the city, they stopped.

The entire long street was lined with wreaths, and the ground was covered with white sacrificial flowers. But there were few people in sight.

With Master Qin’s status today, there should be a constant stream of traffic outside, why were there only sacrificial flowers all over the street?

It looked so eerie.

Wu Yinquan, filled with doubts, walked forward with Lao Ding along the long street, all the way to the front of the Zeren Medical Hall.

He saw that the gate was tightly closed, and there was a banner hanging on the door –

“Contagious disease inside, no mourning accepted.”

Only this sentence, nothing else.

Accompanying it was the empty long street, draped in ten li of mourning white.