As soon as the old man's voice came out, everyone present was instantly stunned.

"Isn't that clear? My uncle told you to kill all the sick and then burn all the bodies until they were reduced to ashes. Seeing the stupid appearance of everyone, He Yun shouted loudly at the top of his voice.

Wu Guan was the first person to react, he ran all the way, he didn't even care about the rain dropping over the umbrella and dripping onto the surface of his clothes, came to the front of the carriage, and asked softly: "Doctor He, do you really want to kill? Kill them immediately? Can't you wait for them to die themselves?"

Wu Guan, an ordinary farmer, spent most of his life to sit in the position of the mayor of Qingshui Town, said that God is really not thin on him, when he first took office for two months, first came a once-in-a-century flood, and then rewarded a terrible plague, and finally sent such a strange disease, this series of disasters hit Wu Guan's fragile heart one after another, casting a heavy shadow on his official career.

Just now, he heard that the famous wonderful hand rejuvenation He Qingsong passed by nearby, and somehow wanted to come to Qingshui Town, happily didn't even eat lunch, and went directly out of the city to greet him, and then stuffed money and gave it away, begging him to come and help cure this strange disease, if this disease can be cured, not only the people of the town will be grateful to themselves, but the court will also make a great contribution to themselves.

But all the beautiful hopes were completely shattered with He Qingsong's simple words.

Killing so many people with his own hands, can he still do it as an official?

This is the only worry in his heart, so he will not give up, and must confirm it again in person.

Hearing Wu Guan's words, the carriage window opened from the inside, and I saw He Qingsong sitting on a mink cushion, squinting at Wu Guan, and snorting coldly: "Do you think I will give the wrong prescription?" For the sake of your previous hospitality, I would like to send you another good word, they have been poisoned by a strange poison, this poison is extremely contagious, colorless and odorless, as long as the sick person is still alive, the poison on the body may be transmitted to others at any time, even if you are not close to him, and this poison can exist on the corpse for a long time after death, so the best way is to slaughter on the spot and burn the corpse to prevent future troubles. ”

After saying this, He Qingsong slammed the window shut, no longer paying attention to Wu Guan's tangled face.

According to He Qingsong, if the patients are not killed, even if they are locked up in the yamen, the people of Qingshui Town are still in danger of being infected, although this has not happened so far, but in order to be presumptuous, they can only be ruthless.

It's better for a few of you to die than to take the whole town to lose your life.

As soon as Wu Guan gritted his teeth, he quickly organized a group of heavily armed officers and soldiers, took long spears and knives, and stood at the door of the yamen to prevent the patients inside from escaping.

Then he called a platoon of archers, wound up their arrows, and prepared to shoot the sick people in the yamen from a distance.

A bloody massacre is on the verge of breaking out, simply because of someone's words.

Seeing this scene, Yuan Shidie suddenly flashed, came to Wu Guan, took out the Wuya Pavilion token, and said loudly: "Stop it all!"

Staring at the token, Wu Guan's face was embarrassed, and he said: "This lord, I am also thinking about the overall situation, and besides, the doctor has said that only by killing on the spot can the root cause of the disease be eliminated and the infection to others can be prevented, and I hope that the adults will understand." ”

Yuan Shidie said: "Please take action for the time being, let me say a few words to this Doctor He first." ”

Wu Guan thought to himself that this is the best, lest I be caught in the middle and be a bad person, let you communicate well with each other, if you can't make sense, it's also a matter of the two of you, and it has nothing to do with me.

He nodded, motioning for the archers to put away their bowstrings for the time being.

Yuan Shidie walked to the carriage and said loudly: "Yuan Shidie in the Flying Eagle Hall of the Lower Boundless Pavilion, may I ask who is sitting on the carriage with a wonderful hand rejuvenation He Qingsong?"

The door of the carriage was opened with a creak, and He Qingsong said with a smile on his face: "It turned out to be Lord Yuan of Wuya Pavilion, disrespectful and disrespectful. ”

Yuan Shidie clenched her fists and returned the salute and said, "May I ask Doctor He, are these patients really hopeless?"

Wuya Pavilion has a very high status in the imperial court, especially the Flying Eagle Hall is second only to the existence of the Panlong Palace, so He Qingsong's attitude towards Yuan Shidie is much more respectful than before, and he said with a smile: "Even the old man can't think of a way to treat it, I think there should be no cure." ”

Hearing He Qingsong's words, Yuan Shidie's heart sank.

He Qingsong's reputation Yuan Shidie has long heard of it in Wuya Pavilion, and the current emperor Li Guanghao once had a sarcoma on his neck, and he looked at the imperial doctors in the palace, but no one knew the cause, and he tried all kinds of prescriptions, but there was no effect.

In the end, the palace spent a lot of money to invite He Qingsong, and after reading it, he only prescribed two medicines, one for external application and one for internal administration, and after a month, the sarcoma was shriveled and withered, and it fell out.

After this incident, He Qingsong was known as a miracle doctor, and was given a gold plaque by Li Guanghao, on which he wrote the inscription "Wonderful Hands Rejuvenation".

Since that time, the name of the miracle doctor has resounded all over the world.

So since He Qingsong said that there is no cure, it is really incurable.

Thinking that sacrificing a few people can be exchanged for the safety of the majority, the resistance in Yuan Shidie's heart gradually weakened, but Bao Xuyang, who she cared about the most, couldn't die, even if she died, she had to let him say a few words before he died.

"People with this disease, when it is serious, will fall into a coma and be unable to speak, may I ask Doctor He if there is any way for them to regain consciousness before they die, and answer me a few questions?" Yuan Shidie asked He Qingsong with a solemn expression.

He Qingsong thought for a while, took out a pill from his waist, and handed it to Yuan Shidie: "This life-saving pill is refined by me with dozens of precious herbs, which can allow the dying to return to the light and engrave it, but the time is limited, and I hope Lord Yuan will bear with me." ”

Yuan Shidie took the pill and was full of gratitude: "Thank you Doctor He, I will definitely visit in the future, and thank Doctor He for the medicine." ”

He Qingsong waved his hand: "It's my honor to be able to help Wuya Pavilion." ”

Yuan Shidie bowed slightly, and then quickly rushed into the yamen, and when she came out, there was already one more person in her hand, it was Bao Xuyang.

After seeing Yuan Shidie come out with Bao Xuyang, Wu Guan cleared his throat and shouted loudly: "Archers prepare!"

A row of archers raised their bows and drew their strings in unison, their sharp feathered arrows flashing with cold light, and a powerful arrow was ready to erupt.

The rain grew heavier and heavier, and the bean-sized raindrops fell mercilessly to the ground, splashing in all directions.

The sound of the rain drowned out all other sounds in the world, bringing with it another kind of tranquility, a deathly silence.

At this moment, a figure slowly walked to the gate of the yamen, took the broken sword that was forever stained with rust, stretched forward into the air, and pointed to the richly dressed carriage.

"His grandfather's, what kind of bullshit miracle doctor, if you want to kill someone, you have to ask Fa Ye first if my sword agrees!"

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