Feiliu City, Luoxia Inn

Chen Xiaoming's figure had already stepped into the inn, but the people around him were stunned, and an extreme chill surged into their hearts, and Chen Xiaoming's words were still echoing before.

"Alas, murder and heart!"

With a sigh, I saw an old man on the lookouts say a word, and the people around were silent, but they had the same opinion as the old man.

In the center, Zhao Cheng came back to his senses, breathed a sigh of relief, and looked in the direction of the inn with a little fear in his eyes.

Thinking of the previous experience of the two Han and Chen Xiaoming, Zhao Cheng had a feeling that all beings were chess and were in the hands of the other party.

It's as if they're going step by step, and they're all going according to each other's plans.

Zhao Cheng was uneasy, and he was vigilant and afraid of Chen Xiaoming and the others.

Lu Liang smiled faintly, swept everyone in his eyes, found the people in the inn at random, and after arranging the old man, he returned to the restaurant.

The onlookers dispersed, and Zhao Cheng and the others did not stay, but what happened today spread rapidly in Feiliu City.

Time passed day by day, Chen Xiaoming was not affected much, and after a day of rest, he still chose to have a free clinic at the entrance of the inn.

What he asks for is not to punish evil and promote good, and he doesn't pay attention to the follow-up of Dahan and others later.

The free clinic went very smoothly at the beginning, because many people came to visit, and for a while, Chen Xiaoming lined up in front of the humble stall in front of the inn.

Ouyang Qian stood behind her, beating her hands while listening to the relevant knowledge taught by Chen Xiaoming.

And Lu Liang was on the side of the team, walking back and forth, maintaining order.

For a while, the road in front of the inn was blocked, and the business of the entire medical hall in the city suddenly plummeted.

But Chen Xiaoming naturally doesn't care about this.

The free clinic was going on, and it was not until the fifth day that Zhao Cheng came again, and the officials who followed behind him carried the corpse of the Han who had fled before.

Both of them did not escape the bad luck of being killed, and it can be regarded as the fulfillment of the saying that there is a life to take, but there is no life to spend.

Chen Xiaoming only glanced at it, and then ordered Lu Liang to bring the old man over.

In five days, although the old man did not fully recover, he also woke up, and in addition to being weak, he was able to get out of bed and walk.

At this moment, seeing his two sons die, for a while, he completely fainted, and when he woke up again, he was already crazy, talking crazy in his mouth, and leaving with a chatter, and everyone along the way shouted his son.

For this, Chen Xiaoming did not have the slightest sympathy, and checked the other party's memory, and there were not a few people who were ruined by this group of people.

After Zhao Cheng and the others saw the old man, they didn't stay long, saluted Chen Xiaoming, and left again with the body of the big man, as if the other party came to deliberately bring the corpse.

Chen Xiaoming glanced at Zhao Cheng more, didn't think much about it, and continued his free clinic.

There are millions of people in Feiliu City, and the time for Chen Xiaoming's free clinic is only half a month, and when the time comes, Chen Xiaoming tells Lu Liang to go out and refuse everyone.

With Ouyang Qian, he re-boarded the carriage and headed towards the East City Gate, along the way, many people who had been favored by Chen Xiaoming retreated to the side with respect and made way for a road.

It didn't take long for the carriage to come to the city gate, and a figure had been waiting here for a long time.

"Mr. Chen, please stay."

The figure was none other than Zhao Cheng, the chief catcher of Feiliu City, who was standing respectfully beside the carriage at this moment, clasping his hands together, high above his head, and bowing to Chen Xiaoming.

"What?"

A lazy voice came from inside the carriage, and Lu Liang, who was sitting in front of the carriage, lit up in his eyes and stopped the carriage smoothly.

"I implore Mr. to go to Shangyong and save the lives of those 500,000 people."

After speaking, Zhao Cheng took out something from his arms and handed it to Lu Liang, who glanced at the other party suspiciously, and handed the letter in his hand into the carriage.

Zhao Cheng was uneasy in his heart, he had personally experienced the other party's medical skills, otherwise he would not have come rashly this time.

The land of mediocrity was originally a rich land, and as the granary of the southeast of Luoxia Country, it was heavily guarded. And the general in charge of guarding the town is Zhao Cheng's uncle, Zhao Tianzong.

Originally, it was just a town, and it was not wartime, so nothing would happen at all, but a plague broke out in the inexplicable Shangyong.

As soon as the plague broke down, the lives of millions of people were threatened, and nearly half a million people were confirmed to be infected in isolation alone.

Luoxia's famous doctors in China are all going, but they are still helpless.

As a town guard, if this matter can't be solved, Zhao Cheng already knows his uncle's fate.

"You want me to save it?"

A lazy voice came from inside the carriage, and Zhao Cheng's eyes were happy, but he bent down respectfully.

"Please, sir!"

"I can save it, but I have the conditions."

A faint voice of words came out, and then a note came out of the carriage, Lu Liang took it and handed it to Zhao Cheng.

Respectfully took it, Zhao Cheng felt a little bumpy in his heart, the other party even threw away five million taels casually, and the conditions he proposed may not be able to be completed.

opened the note and glanced at the content on it, Zhao Cheng's expression couldn't help but be a little weird, but then he showed joy.

"Sir, but that's all?"

"Did you do it?"

Hearing Chen Xiaoming's words, Zhao Cheng breathed a sigh of relief, hesitated, and did not waste time, and directly responded for his uncle.

"Sir, Makoto has come down for my uncle."

"Uh-huh."

Responded twice, there was no sound in the carriage, Chen Xiaoming glanced at the letter in his hand with interest, where did he go, the mediocre land, and it happened to be on the way.

I just want to say that Chen Xiaoming moved him, and the lives of 500,000 people were not enough, so he added those conditions.

Since the other party should come down, Chen Xiaoming naturally didn't mind going over to take a look.

"Let's go."

With a soft voice in his mouth, Lu Liang slowly drove the carriage towards the outside of the city gate, and in the corner of the city gate, an old woman with white hair squatted in the corner, unkempt, and there were a few weeds on top of her hair.

His eyes were dull, he was holding a weed in his hand, constantly drawing something on the ground, and muttering "son" and "son" in his mouth, which made passers-by quite sympathetic.

The carriage passed by, and Chen Xiaoming, who was sitting in the carriage, swept his senses, but shook his head, poor people must have something to hate, good and evil are rewarded, and they are not worthy of sympathy.

"Let's go, go to Shangyong!"