The famous doctor said goodbye after dinner in Wuhua Hospital, and when he left, Chi Jing gave him a rare prescription.

At that time, he walked a little floating, and returned to the hospital with frivolous steps. The prescription in his arms was still light, but it weighed heavily on his heart again, making him feel ashamed.

Jing'er treats him with the grace of knowing things, but he has nothing to do when he should have a grass ring.

What can he reciprocate?

Perhaps, he could have set off for the snowy mountains in advance. Guarding the ink lotus on the snowy mountain, waiting for the first snow to fall, waiting for the ink lotus to bloom, and then plucking it off for Jing'er to treat her face...

"Childe, are you back?" Zhao Tong put down the broom in his hand and jumped out to meet him.

It's poor Zhao Tong.

The famous doctor looked down at Zhao Tong, who was only up to his waist, and remembered that Jing'er had mentioned more than once that Zhao Tong would kill him, and asked him to drive Zhao Tong away as soon as possible.

Indecisive, he not only did not do it out of sympathy, but also let Zhao Tong continue to stay by his side.

Even under Jing'er's repeated questioning in recent days, he lied and said that he had sent Zhao Tong away.

He has done his best to Zhao Tong.

"Zhao Tong, all day long, pretending, innocent child, like life, you, in your heart, aren't you bitter?" The famous doctor sat down and looked at Zhao Tong at eye level, no longer looking down at him, and spoke earnestly.

"Childe, what are you talking about, Zhao Tong doesn't understand." The large, square head tilted in feigned puzzlement, and almost put his fingers in his mouth to speak. Zhao Tong still had a childlike smile, and spat on himself in his heart.

"You know, yes, I know, you're not, child, I've always been, no, treating you as a child. Zhao Tong, you are, dwarfism, patient. The famous doctor finally chose to say it directly, it was time to separate from Zhao Tong, no matter how miserable he was, he couldn't take him here anymore.

From today onwards, he will spare his life and save his life to clean his child's face.

"Hehe, Childe, what is dwarfism?" Zhao Tong's smile was a little difficult to maintain, and a little fragmented.

"Dwarfism is a disease that is infantic, in the mother's womb, suffered, congenital, pathological, unknown, and incurable." The famous doctor took a sip of tea, and recently he talked too much, and his throat became uncomfortable.

...

Zhao Tong didn't continue to laugh, and the smile in his eyes disappeared little by little.

He rubbed his face, which had stiffened from maintaining his smile for too long, and his already ugly face lost its smile and expression, and looked terrifying. He sneered and said sarcastically: "He is worthy of being a famous doctor, and he has even heard of dwarfism." ”

In the past, the doctor he met didn't talk about dwarfism, he only heard him report his age, as if he was afraid of being infected...

What's more, they also spread rumors that he was reincarnated as a plague ghost, and for the safety of the villagers, they joined other doctors to encourage the villagers to burn him alive on the fire...

He was born from his mother's womb and was kind. His father and neighbors praised him for being sensible, well-behaved and cute. But since that night when he was five years old, he had a headache and vomited for no apparent reason, everything has changed...

The doctor invited by his father and mother couldn't diagnose his illness, so he only prescribed a medicine for him to take, and then he didn't ask again.

But as he grew older, his father's eyes began to dodge, and sometimes some unconscious fear crossed him... He looks different, different, and different from the children in the neighborhood...

He is short and stocky, with sparse body hair, and his lower body... Nakedness... The lower body is like a child, and there is no longer a change...

Standing at thirty, but he has never held the hand of the girl's family, and he has never known what love is like... Even when he went to a brothel, he paid a lot of money, and no prostitute was willing to spend the night with him...

He was lethargic, fat, ugly... He's a freak... Subjected to the eyes and abuse of the world... His parents quarreled over him, and they didn't want to admit that it was their responsibility to give birth to such a freak, so they kicked him out of the house... The neighbors who have been with him for many years don't even give him a bite of steamed buns, and they shout the plague god...

But what's wrong with him? What's wrong? Did he choose it himself? Is it his willingness to grow like this?

No, he's not wrong... It's not him who is at fault! It's these damn doctors!

If it weren't for the fact that they prescribed medicine indiscriminately, if it weren't for the fact that they were lonely and ignorant of healing, if it weren't for their lack of medical ethics, he wouldn't have become like this at all!

If virtue is not matched, there will be disaster! He killed these quacks for the sake of heaven!

...

"This disease, inherently, there is no cure, why bother to kill indiscriminately, innocent." The famous doctor reproached, interrupting Zhao Tong who was already in a state of madness disapprovingly.

Doctors' parents, which doctor doesn't want patients to be cured by their own diagnosis and treatment, and they are as good as ever?

"Innocent? Ha ha. "Zhao Tongwei laughed, innocent?" Am I not innocent? ”

"You... Alas. "The persuasion of the famous doctor was in vain, so I had to give up." You, let's go, Zhao Tong. ”

"Let's go? Hahaha... Childe, you are so kind and gentle, are you going to drive me away now? Zhao Tong laughed again, he should have known that the doctors in this world are all in cahoots, how can they be good?

"Zhao Tong, in the future, you can do it yourself." The famous doctor said, and couldn't help but take a sip of tea from the teacup.

What's going on? My throat hurts with thirst...

Tea... Questions?

"For the sake of the time you've taken me in, I wanted you to be poisoned and die a comfortable death... But you don't appreciate it... Hum. Childe, don't blame me for being ruthless, if you want to blame, blame you for being a doctor! He pulled out the shortblade that he had made for his armory.

Zhao Tong is short, ugly, and fat. However, he knows martial arts.

And famous doctors don't know anything but medical skills.

…

Chi Jing hurriedly put on his coat, lifted the curtain, got out of bed, and followed Nie Yihan out.

Nie Yihan's back was covered with blood... Is it his, or...

didn't have time to think about it, the two ran almost all the way to the hall, Nie Yihan's back moved away, and she saw the famous doctor lying in a pool of blood on the ground...

She stopped.

"Jing'er, why are you still stunned? Save people! Nie Yihan roared loudly, blaming her for being stunned at this time.

Hurry up and save people! Save people!

He put the famous doctor next to the person who secretly protected the famous doctor before he died, and he rushed over like a burning fly, but he was still escaped by that Zhao Tong!

The famous doctor was stabbed several times, and the one inserted next to his heart was the deepest... But he's not dead! He's got a breath left! He hurriedly clicked on several important acupuncture points on his body and carried people here...

Jing'er also knows medicine, she must have a way...

The bloody famous doctor overlaps with the scene when half of my mother's body was covered in blood a few years ago... Nie Yihan roared like a wounded beast: "Save him!" Save him! ”

Save her!

Chi Jing opened his mouth and found that he couldn't make a sound, and his throat felt like a stone was stuck in his throat.

"Brother Nie..."She tried again, and was finally able to speak. Big brother, he..."

But she didn't know how to say it anymore.

On the cold ground, blood red soaked through the tips of his clothes. The benevolent healer, who had no quarrel with the world, lay there silently.

She didn't have to go forward, she knew it.

Big brother... He's dead...