"It's because he is a respectable person," replied Fangzheng.
"Tch, who else in this world should be respected except your own self?" Red Boy disapproved of it before asking, "Master, do you know where the hospital is?"
Fangzheng had a blank look. That's right. Where was the hospital? That was truly a problem!
"Master, it looks like we need to sit down and think carefully about it. I caught a whiff of some of the pleasant smells the surrounding stores are giving off. Why don't we have a rest?" Red Boy looked at the large signboard hung across the street. It depicted a wok and a huge goose. Immediately, he began salivating.
Fangzheng shot a glance at the good-for-nothing child and shook his head, walking outside.
"Those stores require money. Your master is penniless. How can you be fed?" Fangzheng was speaking the truth. He had quite a bit of money, but it was all incense money, not something that could be spent. He was still poverty-stricken.
