Su Jun no longer blocked Lu Chuan, but quietly sat in a wheelchair and looked at the group of people in front of him...... There are men and women and old people and children, the old man and the child in the back, and the man and the woman in the front. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Lu Chuan was silent for a moment, and said softly, "As Master Sima said...... I am a doctor sent by the imperial court to treat you, so don't panic. ”

Lu Chuan took a cautious step towards more than twenty people, and those who were sick took a step back. After coming and going, at last, a dark-skinned, burly-slender, thick-necked man standing at the front stepped forward and shouted in a hoarse voice: "We don't want to listen to your nonsense! How could the imperial court ask us for a doctor? Or send a teenage girl to treat us, do you think we are fools?"

Like frightened deer, everyone took a step back vigilantly, everyone was extremely distrustful of the imperial court, and not only that, but they seemed to intend to die without compromise.

"I am indeed a doctor. My name is Lu Chuan, I am the daughter of Pei Jiang of the Pei family, a famous doctor family in Zhongli County, my name is not in the way if you have not heard of it, but my mother's name has probably been heard of by you. ”

The man standing at the front looked alert and said, "Who is your mother?"

"The 'White Doctor's Holy Hand' who is good at using swords to heal people...... It's Pei Jiang. ”

There was a commotion in the crowd, the person of the White Doctor Holy Hand was indeed a person, but they had only heard of it, and had never seen it with their own eyes.

Is it really credible for this teenage girl in front of her to speak? The key is whether the imperial court is credible?

Just when everyone hesitated, a slightly cold children's voice sounded, "We don't heal, we don't get sick, we are man-eating monsters, there are man-eating monsters in our family, if you kill us, they will avenge us!"

Su Jun's eyes sank, that is to say, there are many such patients?

"Yes -- we don't heal the sick! We're going to kill these officials! Brothers, these are the ones who burned down our stockade and burned our wives and daughters and our parents! We can't be fooled anymore. Brothers, listen to my copying guys, hit-"

Before the man in the lead finished speaking, Zhang Haidong stepped forward and kicked it away with a "bang", and his body fell hard into the corner of the wall, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

The rest of the people were even more angry to the extreme, everyone lost their minds, and pounced on Zhang Haidong together. The originally quiet firewood room instantly became a battlefield of desperate fighting, and everyone was full of anger and fearlessness to meet Zhang Haidong's cold sword with their own bodies.

Once the success is done, the bones are dry, and Zhang Haidong also crawled out of the pile of dead people. At this moment, he unceremoniously swung his sword and slashed at these rebels......

But what he didn't expect was that these people were far more difficult than the enemies on the battlefield to be afraid of death.

The first one to rush forward was the man who was kicked away, and he used the flesh hole in his body to imprison Zhang Haidong's sword.

He grabbed Zhang Haidong's sword with both hands, so that he couldn't pull it out.

Taking advantage of the precious time he had given him, the others pounced bravely, with fists and teeth for those who did not...... A group of people lay on Zhang Haidong's body fiercely, and they bit like wolves.

"Ahh

"Poof—"

The sword sliced the man's waist in half with his spine, and scarlet blood gushed out.

However, no one hesitated, and everyone continued with their movements.

However, Zhang Haidong never gave them a chance again, and the sword under his hand kept waving, like harvesting cabbage, and there was only a fluttering sound in the room.

Almost in the blink of an eye, it seemed that 10,000 years had passed, and when Lu Chuan came back to his senses completely, he saw a room full of blood.

The walls, the tables, the haystacks, the doors, Su Jun's wheelchair, and the ground under his feet were all covered with their blood......

Lu Chuan's face turned pale and touched the hot blood on his face. The tips of his fingers trembled...... She seemed to have returned to her previous life, the day of glory when she was about to become queen. It was also that dying day, and it was the same day, with blood on everyone's faces, and the blood of her and her children.

Lu Chuan's body trembled slightly-

The room was silent, save for the sound of blood dripping.

All but the kid died!

Zhang Haidong slowly turned around, and his subordinate Ma Lin stood outside the door, and he looked worried-"General!"

Zhang Haidong raised his hand to stop what Ma Lin was about to say, and glanced at Su Jun and Lu Chuan coldly: "One person is enough." With that, he flicked his hem and stepped out of the threshold to leave.

One person is enough......

The boy looked angrily at the figure of Da Sima leaving, his face full of strong hatred.

His mother died, and so did his father...... All of them died. Daddy once said that people can't live in a hurry.

So he quickly picked up the wooden stake on the ground, and rushed forward as fast as he could in his life, with a resolute face: "-I'm going to kill you--I'm going to kill you!"

Da Sima held the blood-dripping sword in his hand, and his footsteps stopped slightly.

Su Jun sat in the wheelchair expressionlessly, turned sideways suddenly, and grabbed the boy's arm at the critical moment-

"You let me go, I'm going to kill him! I'm going to kill him!"

Zhang Haidong listened to the voice coming from behind him, wiped the blood on his face, and finally left with his subordinates without looking back.

All that was left in the room was the unwilling roar of a ten-year-old boy.

Su Jun's lips opened slightly: "If you can beat me as a cripple, I'll let you kill him-"

"If you can't beat it, heal it. ”

The young man's red eyes looked at Su Jun without blinking, there was a strong hatred in it, and there was also a strong persistence. So much so that his whole body trembled slightly-the anger in his small chest seemed to have found an outlet all of a sudden, he raised his hand suddenly, his eyes widened angrily, and he swung the wooden stake in his hand at Su Jun fiercely.

Su Jun stretched out his hand, and quickly grasped the stake, "Smack!" - the other hand slammed into the young man's face.

He only exerted three points of force, but the boy's body flew violently towards the base of the wall, slamming into the wall.

The boy grinned in pain.

But after the pain, he resolutely stood up.

His eyes were filled with incomparably thick anger again, and he understood one thing-

This cripple has martial arts!

He has martial arts but watches them die?

He's going to kill him!

These people are murderers, and he's going to kill them!

The ten-year-old boy was like the devil leaning over, and he no longer knew what pain was. was knocked away again and again, but stood up again and again.

There is only one goal in his eyes - Su Jun!

He always held the stake in his hand, and pounced on Su Jun again and again.

……

Finally, the boy's tears flowed down his dirty face.

......

"You have martial arts, but you watch us go to death one by one?

Why?

Why?

Why don't you save them! You are all murderers! What does a murderer say that he wants to treat me in a pretense of being sick?

I don't heal, I'm - just revenge!"

The young man's lips trembled, his face was so swollen that he couldn't separate from his neck, and he was bruised, but he still stubbornly raised the stake in his hand.

Su Jun's voice was terrifying, "Is that so?"

How can a person who is bent on death take revenge and how can he be healed?

You can be like them and continue to come and die! You can stop and turn right -- she's the doctor. Maybe you will never meet a better doctor than her in your life.

It's all up to you, isn't it?"