The West Wind is a song that leaves people mourning

Chapter 61 The more beautiful the woman, the more powerful she is
Murong Qian looked at the skinny man lying on the ground, turning over the dead body, bent down and pressed Wei Ran's shoulder, who was still trying to save him, and reminded, "Brother Ran, he is dead."

It is the bounden duty of a doctor to save the dying and heal the wounded. Wei Ran has saved many people and watched many people die in front of him.

He thought he was already numb to life and death, but in this situation, his eyes moved from the ground to the people around him, but his heart was burning with pain.

What hurts him is not that these people have no reverence for life, not their indifference, but that they don't respond at all, and they are still dreaming and dying.

Wei Ran felt that the blood in his whole body was boiling, his eyes were flushed with anger, and his brain seemed to be not his own, only the anger that poured into the sky.

He suddenly threw himself in front of an old man lying on the side of the road puffing, grabbed his bong, grabbed his collar and dragged him to the dead man for him to see.

He shouted angrily, "Can't you see? He's dead, this smoke will kill people."

He thought that the old man would be scared and terrified when he saw it, but the old man was in a trance, and only his bong was in his eyes.

It wasn't until Wei Ran raised his hand to smash the bong that he frantically snatched it away.

The stall owner smiled flatteringly as if nothing had happened, "Master, this is my first time here."

In a place like theirs, although people hate dogs, it is strange that well-dressed people often come to have fun.

That's why when people here see Murong Qian and Wei Ran, most of them don't realize the difference between them because they are not clear-minded, and they keep a respectful distance from those who can see it. Twice.

Murong Qian first took out a piece of ocean from the pearl handbag and put it on the broken table at the stall, then stepped forward and grabbed Wei Ran, snatching the bong from his hand to the old man.

The old man didn't pursue it either, took it and lay back on the ground, just smoking his cigarette.

Seeing Murong Qian worried about him, Wei Ran regained his clarity of mind, and said in shame, "I'm too emotional."

Murong Qian said indifferently, "Brother did not do anything wrong."

The owner of the tobacco and soil stall blew a hard breath on Dayang, heard a sound, and grinned, "I really don't lie, the more beautiful a woman is, the more powerful she is."

He put Dayang in his pocket, and while greeting the owner of the stall next to him to help close the stall, he turned off the kerosene lamp at the stall.

The owner of the nearby stall joked, "Shouhou, it's nothing if you lose your soul, but you'll lose everything if you lose your life."

The thin monkey slobbered at the man, "Go, go, go." Turning his head, the man jumped forward like a monkey and disappeared.

Everything here subverted Wei Ran's cognition. He didn't completely recover from the death incident just now, but he just kept his brother's responsibility in mind and cheered up.

In order to prevent himself from losing control again, he only protected Murong Qian, looked at the road, and stopped looking at other things.

He didn't look up until someone stopped in front of them.

Wei Ran stared at the man who was as thin as a monkey in a loose gray gown, the same color workman's pants, and a hen's head, and was stunned for a moment. Seeing his sloppy expression, he suddenly remembered that he was smoking dead cigarettes just now. The boss of the stall.

Wei Ran's body tensed instantly, and he touched his chest with his hands, "What do you want to do?"

Shouhou smiled relaxedly, combed his hair back and took a step forward, and said, "I think that when my Shouhou family was still in ruins, I was also the young master who was envied by everyone from all over the world..."

(End of this chapter)