"What do you mean, dare to scold me?" Hearing Ni Cheng's words, He Qingsong finally couldn't hold back his anger and walked down from the carriage.

"You didn't say it yourself, if I could cure this strange disease, write your name upside down. The corners of Ni Cheng's eyes were slightly upturned, he glanced at He Qingsong, and said with a smile.

"He Qingsong, it's Songqing He upside down, yes, it's to send it!" Jing Fa laughed loudly after Ni Cheng's words.

At this time, the townspeople surrounding the yamen saw that Ni Cheng had really cured his relatives and friends, and the gratitude in their hearts was indescribable, and then they thought of He Qingsong's vicious idea of burning the corpse and burning the bones, and in an instant, everyone followed Jing and coaxed.

"Send Qinghe!"

"Send Qinghe!"

"Send Qinghe!"

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It just so happens that the name of the river next to Qingshui Town is Qinghe.

He Qingsong didn't understand what the townspeople meant, but Wu Guan did, his face was ugly, he secretly glanced at He Qingsong, and saw that his face had not changed, and he was slightly relieved.

A town mayor can't control the local people, so what else does this town mayor do?

If He Qingsong, the big red man around the emperor, is really thrown into Qinghe in his own jurisdiction, not to mention that his black yarn hat is not guaranteed, and even his life may be in danger.

Thinking of this, Wu Guan turned his face sideways, and while He Qingsong didn't understand the meaning of his words, he commanded the officers and soldiers on the left and right to pull out their weapons and shouted loudly: "It's the other way around! This is Qingshui Town, not your kangtou, shut up for me!"

But to Wu Guan's surprise, his words not only did not have an effect, but also provoked the townspeople to shout louder and louder.

Everyone clenched their fists, their voices were neat and loud, and the rhythm was sonorous and powerful.

"Send Qinghe!"

"Send Qinghe!"

"Send Qinghe!"

While talking, everyone walked towards He Songqing step by step, so frightened that the other party couldn't help but take a step back.

"What are you going to do? Wu Guan, what do you want to do? Don't tell you townspeople to stand back!" Seeing this, He Yun stiffened his neck and shouted at Wu Guan.

"It's really the opposite, come here, arrest all these people for me. Realizing that the situation was a little out of control, Officer Wu immediately made a decision and ordered his officers and soldiers to directly attack and arrest people.

The person standing at the front was very close to the officers and soldiers, and his right arm was broken and dislocated by one of the opponent's grappling hands, and he immediately screamed again and again.

The screams had an invisible magical power that struck the hearts of the surrounding townspeople.

Gradually, anger welled up in the faces of the townspeople.

A strong man came to the officers and soldiers, snatched the Pu knife, and threw it aside.

The officer and soldier raised his eyebrows, thinking that a small person would dare to do something to him, and in a fit of rage, he shot again, but was hit in the face by a strong man's punch, and his nose bleeded.

The strong man's counterattack spread through the crowd like a fuse, and immediately after, some people shot at the officers and soldiers, either hitting or kicking, and the chaos became a mess.

The number of the townspeople far exceeded the number of officers and soldiers, although the officers and soldiers had weapons in their hands, but they were overwhelmed by the momentum of the townspeople at the beginning, and they were cowardly in their hearts for a lifetime, and their movements in their hands would be much slower, and the power of the weapons would be greatly reduced.

Although He Qingsong is a miracle doctor, he does not know martial arts, and he has no experience of being surrounded by the anger of the people.

In the past, when the people saw themselves, they were all in love and prostrate, and their faces were full of piety.

But today, the person in front of him looks like he can't wait to eat himself alive.

Seeing that the situation was not good, He Qingsong hurriedly hid in the carriage, closed the door tightly, only opened a crack in the window, and shouted at He Yun: "Why are you still stunned? Hurry up and drive the carriage away!"

Hearing the shout, He Yun came back to his senses, jumped into the carriage, raised the long whip, and before he could shout, he saw that a townsman grabbed the horse whip and pulled him off with the whip.

He Qingsong only felt that the carriage shook violently, and suddenly the door bolt was broken, and two strong men rushed into the carriage and lifted him out.

"What are you going to do?" He Qingsong waved his hands in panic, but he was carried by the tall strong man like a chicken, and no matter how hard he struggled, it was useless.

The surrounding townspeople came forward and said with a smile: "What are you doing? Aren't you sending Qinghe? Let us give you a ride, free of charge." ”

In this way, He Qingsong, surrounded by everyone, came to the Qinghe River.

At this time, in addition to the townspeople who were originally in front of the yamen, many people heard the noise and came to the Qinghe River.

Qinghe River, a tributary of the Yangtze River, is the mother river of Qingshui Town.

It zigzags, traversing the entire Qingshui Town, and has nurtured generations of people in Qingshui Town.

The reason why the previous Yangtze River flood did not destroy Qingshui Town was because it relied on a dam that our ancestors once built on the banks of the Qing River.

This levee is long, very high and very wide.

But today it's packed.

"Send Qinghe!"

"Send Qinghe!"

"Send Qinghe!"

The voices of the townspeople came and went on the embankment, more and more, louder and louder.

He Qingsong stood beside the embankment, looked down and looked down, although the flood had passed, the water in the Qinghe River was still much more turbulent than usual, looking at the rolling waves, he was suddenly scared and covered with cold sweat.

"Doctor He, what you said can't be regarded as a fart, but the people of Qingshui Town are not unreasonable people, don't worry, we won't ask you to jump directly from here, we have a way to go down the embankment, let's go, get on the road." One of the townspeople walked up to He Qingsong and smiled, his smile full of meaning that he could not be objected to.

He Qingsong swallowed his saliva and glanced at Wu Guan in the crowd.

At this time, Wu Guan shrank in the crowd, without the arrogance of being the mayor of the town in the past, and when he saw He Qingsong looking at him, he deliberately turned his head away, pretending not to notice.

Seeing Wu Guan's reaction, He Qingsong glared at him viciously, gritted his teeth, and walked along a staircase in the middle of the embankment towards the Qinghe.

At the bottom of the staircase, the river was relatively gentle, which was also where the townspeople did not trouble He Qingsong.

Standing by the river, the icy river water kept lapping the stone steps, splashing on He Qingsong's feet, and a biting chill came from the skin.

He Qingsong was born in a medical family, and he has enjoyed the most advantageous living environment since he was a child, and even used warm water to adjust the temperature for bathing in summer, but today, what is in front of him is the river water that he has never thought of in his life, the cold river water.

The sound of "sending Qinghe" on the embankment kept coming from behind, like thousands of sharp swords piercing into his heart.

"Ni Cheng, I remember you, I, He Qingsong, swear here, that the suffering suffered today will be repaid by you a hundred times in the future. He Qingsong said in a low voice, jumped into the icy Qing River.

With the sound of rushing water, the people on the embankment laughed in unison and applauded one after another, and were extremely happy.

And at this moment, a deafening rumbling sound came from the upper reaches of the Qinghe River, and when he looked up, the waves were surging, as if there were thousands of horses galloping, rushing towards Qingshui Town.

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