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Chapter 321 Reasons
Zhang Sijiu's question drew Yang Yuanding's attention back.

He had a fever all night, his lips were covered with dry skin, his face was a little sluggish, he opened his mouth, and his voice was a little hoarse: "Do you know why Mr. Zhou died?"

This question was stopped by Zhang Sijiu.

How could she know why Mr. Zhou was being sought for revenge?And judging by that posture, it's clearly a blood feud!
"Seeking revenge? Maybe his son offended someone?" Zhang Sijiu tentatively guessed, but she felt that Yang Yuanding seemed to know everything.But how would he know?Could it be that County Magistrate Yang investigated the case so quickly?
Yang Yuanding shook his head.

Zhang Sijiu stopped guessing, and asked him directly: "Why is that? You know?"

"It's because of me." After Yang Yuanding said this, his eyes turned red.

Zhang Sijiu was stunned, and for a moment suspected that he had heard it wrong.

But when she was sure she had heard correctly, she also felt that Yang Yuanding had made a mistake.Yang Yuanding is just a kid now, at most a junior high school student, what can a junior high school student do?And let Mr. Zhou be silenced?
She deeply suspected that Yang Yuanding had already closed his eyes before he said it, and repeated sadly: "It's really because of me."

Before he could blurt out the sentence "Impossible", Zhang Sijiu suddenly had a flash of inspiration, and he couldn't say it immediately.

She suddenly thought why Yang Yuanding said that he caused Mr. Zhou's death.

Yesterday, there seemed to be pens, ink, paper and inkstones on the table.

You can't use pen, ink, paper and inkstone to seek revenge.

And those abused wounds...if it wasn't for revenge?

That is to extract a confession through strict interrogation.

But what is Mr. Zhou worthy of strict interrogation to extract a confession from?

Combining the pen, ink, paper and inkstone, Mr. Zhou's identity, and Yang Yuanding's words, the answer seems to be ready.

A chill suddenly rose from the bottom of his feet, making Zhang Sijiu goosebumps all over his body—mainly because he has never lived in a peaceful and prosperous society, and he has never experienced such a thing, so he never thought of it However, one day I will feel what is beyond the rule of law so closely!

The distance between life and death seems closer than in the emergency department.And the process of life and death is far more cruel than that seen in the hospital.

Birth, old age, sickness and death, after all, people have to go through it.A part of nature.

But others kill brutally because of conspiracy and profit, it feels completely different from sickness and death.

It took her a while to find her voice: "Is it your drawing?"

"Yeah." Yang Yuanding responded with a slumped voice, and he even asked Zhang Sijiu: "Do you think I shouldn't do these things? Even if I was not so casual at the time, I didn't give Mr. Zhou After reading the drawings, maybe... no, no, the murderer won't believe it."

His tone became more and more depressed, and finally he pulled up the quilt, covered his face, and also covered the tears that came out: "Si Jiu, today is Mr. Zhou, tomorrow it will be you, the eldest brother Er Brother, even father and mother? Why don't they just come and arrest me—"

"They dare not, and they have no chance." Zhang Sijiu looked at the pattern on the quilt, and said truthfully: "You are in the county government, and County Magistrate Yang is an official. If anything happens to anyone in your family, the court will definitely not let it go. The murderer It is estimated that I am afraid of causing too much trouble."

"As for me, they won't think that I know anything as a child. It's useless to take it back." Zhang Sijiu said this, and suddenly heaved a sigh of relief: I never thought that being young was such a good thing !It feels like I have escaped a catastrophe!
But if you think about it this way, doesn't it mean that Mr. Zhou is even more unlucky?No one else is suitable to attack, only him...

Zhang Sijiu suddenly had a feeling that whatever he said was inappropriate.

She didn't encounter such a thing herself, of course she was terrified and thankful.But this kind of rejoicing seems to be a bit disrespectful to the deceased - it feels like saying, fortunately, it was someone else.

However, Zhang Sijiu felt that he felt uncomfortable, let alone Yang Yuanding.

I'm afraid that no one in the world can truly empathize with Yang Yuanding.

In the end, Zhang Sijiu could only say softly: "If you are sad and blame yourself, just cry. After crying, you will feel better."

Depressed crying soon came from under the quilt, and finally turned into wailing, and then into out of breath sobbing. It didn't take long before Yang Yuanding finally couldn't take it anymore, and threw the blanket away by himself. The quilt reveals an extremely embarrassed face.

His eyes were red from crying, like red rabbit eyes, coupled with his childish face, more or less hit Zhang Sijiu's soft heart, and couldn't help showing the tenderness towards children: "Nose Not breathing? It’s okay, just take it easy. Or you can lie on your side, and you will be able to pass through one side soon.”

Zhang Sijiu even picked up the handkerchief next to him, and wiped his snot carefully—well, there was quite a lot of snot, but it was all clear, indicating that there was no upper respiratory tract inflammation... This is a good thing.

Yang Yuanding felt embarrassed, took the handkerchief and blew it by himself.

Seeing that he was using too much force, Zhang Sijiu kindly reminded: "Don't blow your nose too forcefully, be careful of otitis media."

Blowing your nose hard is refreshing for a while, but if you blow your nose too hard, it will damage the nasal mucous membrane, and the nasal mucus will pour into the ear canal, plus the problem of bacteria, leading to otitis media.

Now, Yang Yuanding did not dare to blow his nose.

He opened his eyes and looked at Zhang Sijiu, shocked and pitiful - blowing his nose is so scary?

"It's fine gently. Block one nostril and blow it gently." Zhang Sijiu pointed out amusedly, feeling that this child is the type that all doctors like: listen to the doctor more!

Yang Yuanding blew his nose obediently and lightly. With that posture, he probably couldn't remember Mr. Zhou's affairs for a while.

Zhang Sijiu didn't wait for him to finish his snot work, but diverted his attention again: "Do you want sweet porridge, or salty porridge?"

Yang Yuanding subconsciously chose: "I want to drink salty porridge."

"I'll go and ask if there is any." Zhang Sijiu got up and went out to ask Chen Dou.

When she got up to leave, Yang Yuanding suddenly realized: Huh?Did Si Jiu treat me like a little friend?And what's going on, I obviously don't have an appetite, why did I still choose? !Shouldn't I say I don't want to eat it?
However, when Zhang Sijiu came back with a bowl of minced meat porridge, he still didn't dare to say that he didn't want to eat it: the porridge he chose, he had to drink two mouthfuls even while kneeling!
The minced meat porridge contains not only minced meat, but also shredded ginger and chopped green onion, and even a couple of drops of sesame oil. I don’t feel it when I haven’t eaten it. Once I eat it, the salty fragrance is so soothing that I can’t stop eating it.

Most patients with fever have symptoms of no taste in the mouth, so at this time, this bowl of porridge is very suitable.

(End of this chapter)