They found a stretcher, and the two of them carried the man back home through the back door.
For now, they hadn't told Chu's mother about this. Chu Yan planned to tell his mother before going to sleep at night.
They let the man sleep in the attic on the roof, covered him with blankets, and then Chu Yan sighed and said, "Doing this kind of work is very dangerous; you could lose your life at any moment. If he hadn't met me this time, he probably would have died."
Chen Zhi looked at him, "Chu Yan, does he remind you of your father?"
Chu Yan nodded, "Yes, my father also died in the line of duty, shot to death."
Chen Zhi didn't know how to comfort him. She held his hand and smiled slightly, "Don't dwell on the past, or you'll feel sad. But, you saved this man. Maybe he has children, and you've prevented his child from losing their dad. In a way, that compensates for your regret."
