Since he was already here, there was no reason to pat his ass and leave.
"What was that man here for just now?" Meng Yuan asked.
"He's the Brothel Keeper from the lane, here to collect the regular fees." Sister Hua stared at Meng Yuan.
A Brothel Keeper generally referred to the owner of a brothel, and could also mean someone who managed these hidden-door establishments.
"What illness do you have?" Meng Yuan asked again.
"It's nothing serious. I've just been alternately cold and hot lately, with no energy at all." Sister Hua no longer mentioned sleeping.
"How long has it been?" Meng Yuan asked again.
"Nearly a month, I suppose?" Sister Hua thought carefully, then said helplessly, "I haven't taken customers for more than half a month."
"Less than a month. She fell ill at the start of the month." Sister Hua's younger brother remembered it clearly.
March was now approaching, and the weather had already warmed considerably. But at the beginning of February, there had still been a biting spring chill. Spring rain had fallen in endless sheets then, and Meng Yuan had fought Wolf One to the death, so he remembered it clearly.
"Have you seen a doctor?" Meng Yuan asked again.
"What whore has money to hire a doctor?" A smile appeared on Sister Hua's pale face, as though she found Meng Yuan's question foolish. "I only had an old woman take a look."
Seeing that Meng Yuan carried a blade but was quite mild-mannered, with no fierceness in either his words or expression, she began to ramble.
She spoke roughly of entering the trade to treat her younger brother's illness, and of all the hardship that followed.
Of how it was easy to enter this mire but hard to leave it, and how she wished