"Medicine" 4: "Whose illness is this for?" Lao Shuan seemed to hear someone asking him, but he did not answer; his mind was now focused on the bag, as if he was holding a baby who had been the only child in ten generations, and he had put everything else aside. He now wanted to transplant the new life in the bag into his home and gain a lot of happiness. The sun also came out; in front of him, there was a road leading to his home, and behind him, the four dim golden characters "Gu□tingkou" on the broken plaque at the T-shaped street were also illuminated.

Lao Shuan went home, and the store had been cleaned up long ago, with rows of tea tables, shining and slippery. But there were no customers; only Xiao Shuan was sitting at the table in the inner row. His mother brought over a plate of black round things and said softly:

"Eat it, and the illness will be cured."