Abandoned by the best children? I just take out the space

Chapter 2240 Return to the Temple

The silver needle gradually penetrated Su's father's flesh. He moved his fingers, but did not wake up.

Until she removed all the silver needles, Su's father did not open his eyes. Seeing this, Wan Shufang put away the silver needles, made sure his pulse was stable, and then left the room.

Looking at the pitch-black night outside, she took a deep breath. "Before I knew it, I'd been busy all day. But luckily I found him, so it wasn't all in vain."

After she finished speaking, she quietly closed the door and went back to her room to rest.

Early the next morning.

They went to the temple again and met the young monk and the abbot who were cleaning.

Yesterday, several uninjured monks were unwilling to leave, so they stayed to revitalize the temple. Watching them busy, Wan Shufang walked forward quickly with a warm smile on her face.

She walked over to the young monk and asked quietly, "Little Master, I want to ask, the old man we dug out from the rubble yesterday didn't look like he was wearing temple attire. Is he from the temple?"

Hearing this, the little monk touched the back of his head and thought for a moment before he remembered who Wan Shufang was talking about: "You're talking about Uncle De."

"Uncle De was rescued by the abbot just a month ago. His brain is damaged and he has no memories of years ago. All he has are memories of his wanderings in recent years. The abbot saw that he had nowhere to go, so he left him to clean the temple. He is now considered a member of the temple."

The monk's words shocked Wan Shufang. She had never thought that Father Su had been wandering for several years. Unable to believe it, she asked again, "You mean, he was wandering like a beggar before?"

"Yes." The young monk sighed. Knowing that Wan Shufang was the one who saved his fellow monks in the temple, he did not hide anything from her and told her the truth: "When Uncle De first came, he was even more pitiful than a beggar."

"He's dressed in rags, he's crazy, skin and bones. The flesh he has now was gained in the past month."

As he spoke, the little monk's eyes were full of sympathy. Suddenly, he seemed to have thought of something and looked at Wan Shufang with hope: "Miss, you are kind-hearted. Please help Uncle De. Even if it's just to give him a bite of food, it will be good."

It will take some time to rebuild the collapsed Fushan Temple. During this period, they cannot take care of Uncle De, so the young monk wants to find a way out for him.

But Wan Shufang did not rush to agree to him, but was thinking about something. Caiwei came with her and naturally heard these words. Thinking of how much suffering Su's father had suffered, she couldn't help but feel heartbroken and cry.

"Miss, the master has suffered so much. We can't let those vicious people get away with it."

As she spoke, she seemed to be lost in some memory, staring at the temple with empty eyes, her voice hoarse: "The master used to be a very good and kind person. My mother also benefited from his help many times, which is why she is still alive today."

"Later, he even bought me into his mansion when I was grown up, giving me a place to settle down. He assigned me to the young lady as a personal maid and treated me with kindness."

The more she spoke, the more choked up Caiwei became. Her white fingers trembled as she wiped away her tears. Seeing her like this, Wan Shufang couldn't help but feel touched.

She reached out her hand, patted Caiwei's shoulder, and soothed her softly: "Caiwei, at least we have found him now. Don't worry, he won't suffer anymore in the future."

"I will also find out the real murderer and give him justice."

Just think of it as compensation to Su Qingqing for taking her identity.

Wan Shufang did not say this, but Caiwei seemed to realize something, with a complicated expression, but in the end she said nothing.

After returning from the temple, Wan Shufang continued to treat Su's father.

Half a day later, Father Su finally woke up. Seeing Wan Shufang and Caiwei, he quickly stood up and kowtowed to them, "Thank you, young ladies, for saving me."

"I... I don't have anything to offer in return. I'm willing to sweep the yard for you, my young lady, and do my best to help you."

As soon as these words came out, Caiwei couldn't help crying again and grabbed Wan Shufang's hand: "Miss, what should we do? Master really doesn't remember us?"

When Zhen Su's father disappeared, Caiwei and Wan Shufang had grown up. Although several years have passed, their appearance has not changed much.

If he hadn't lost his memory, it would have been impossible for Father Su not to recognize them.

Seeing Caiwei crying and saying some strange things, Su's father also looked puzzled.

Until the little girl rushed in front of him and looked at him distressedly: "Master, you have suffered."

Hearing this, Father Su pursed his lips, hesitated for a moment, and finally pulled her hand away.

"what are you talking about?"

Hearing this, Wan Shufang helped Caiwei up and said calmly, "Caiwei, calm down first. Let me talk to him."

"Yes, Miss." Caiwei responded tremblingly and stood aside.

Wan Shufang also looked at Father Su, and said with a smile: "Su...Father, I am your daughter Qingqing. You are not some sweeping monk, but the head of the Su family."

"In that small town at the foot of Fushan, the Su family is extremely wealthy..."

Wan Shufang spoke slowly, telling him everything about Su's father's past. If there was anything she didn't know, Caiwei would sensibly fill in the gaps in time.

Listening to the two people telling the same story, Father Su was half-believing and half-doubting, and looked at them cautiously: "I don't remember anything you said."

"Sorry." He apologized subconsciously. His humble look made Caiwei even more distressed. She turned her head and wiped her tears.

She lost her father at a young age and had received a lot of kindness from Su's father in the past. She had long respected him as her own father. She never expected that such a good person would become like this.

Seeing her crying, Father Su pursed his lips. Although he didn't remember anything, he always felt very familiar looking at the two of them, and believed their words 60%.

In the next few days, Caiwei took good care of Su's father, while Chen Changli's men continued to dig out buried monks from the ruins and resettle the victims.

Wan Shufang also rushed to the front line with him. After giving some seriously injured monks simple treatment, she ran out of medicine. She looked at Chen Changli and said calmly, "Chen Changli, the medicine is running out. I need to go collect some."

"Let An Yi go with you. You taught him some medical skills before."

Hearing this, Wan Shufang nodded and agreed: "Okay, Ruoxue happens to know some medical skills, so let them go with me to collect herbs."

As she said that, she ordered people to find Ruoxue, and after they were ready, they set out to collect herbs. Fortunately, this place was at the foot of the mountain, and it was not far to go up the mountain to collect herbs.

By the evening, the three men returned safely and continued to help the monk bandage his wound.

After a busy day and night, all the buried monks were finally rescued. The few who unfortunately died were also buried by people arranged by Chen Changli.

The surviving monks were very grateful to Wan Shufang and Chen Changli, and brought them rice porridge.

"Thank you for your hard work, my two benefactors. Take a break. You must be exhausted after being busy for so long."

"Yes, we are all done and can move. We can't trouble our benefactor any more."

"Thank you for saving my life."

As they spoke, a huge group of monks suddenly knelt down, kowtowed heavily to the two men, and shouted in unison.

"Thank you so much, my benefactor."

Seeing them like this, Chen Changli and Wan Shufang were also very pleased. They smiled at each other and quickly asked the monks to stand up. Wan Shufang brought over the bowl of porridge.