Look at these carriages and horses, look at the clothes of these people, it is not a big deal for rich people to have a doctor.
Seeing these men standing up, the attendants guarding Cheng Jiaoniang's carriage became a little nervous and hurriedly stood up to block them.
"What?" they asked, with a hint of warning.
I complained in my heart that this weird lady was talking nonsense.
They are in bad luck here. Why do you say they have a good life? It's inexplicable!
Although I am not afraid of these men, it is always better to avoid causing trouble on the road.
"Be careful." The leader of the attendants couldn't help but whisper to Cheng Jiaoniang's carriage, "These people seem to be military men."
Cheng Jiaoniang was silent here.
You must be scared, the attendants shook their heads and thought.
The man over there also stopped the others and stood there without rushing over.
The two sides had a somewhat silent confrontation in the noisy night.
The car curtain opened, and a maid jumped out first.
"Madam, please wait a moment until the room over there is tidied up before you go in." The attendant reminded her hurriedly.
The maid ignored him, but stretched out her hand to help Cheng Jiaoniang get out of the car.
The autumn night was already a bit chilly. Cheng Jiaoniang was wearing a cloak and a hood covering her head and face, making her look even more frail, as if a gust of wind could blow her away.
The thin woman walked forward step by step, past the attendants, in the direction not of the inn, but of these men.
"Madam?" the attendants came to their senses and shouted hurriedly, following with some anxiety.
The men were a little puzzled by this woman's sudden approach and couldn't help but take a step back.
"Madam, do you have a doctor?" the leading man asked.
"Yes." Cheng Jiaoniang replied.
Really? The man was suddenly pleasantly surprised, and there was a commotion.
"Then, please help me, ma'am." The leading man was quite self-possessed, restraining his excitement and giving a salute.
"Okay." Cheng Jiaoniang said.
I met a kind person!
The men were very excited, waiting for the woman to call the doctor at home, but when they saw the woman walking straight towards her, they subconsciously got out of the way.
Cheng Jiaoniang stopped in front of the door and looked at the person under the quilt.
The maid was stunned for a moment, then thought of something and bent down to lift the quilt.
"Lady...?" the men asked with puzzled eyes.
This little lady, why did she come to see a man?
The attendants here have been stunned for a long time, but a few smart ones have gone to find Cao Cao.
"What?"
Manager Cao, who was looking at the rooms that had been cleaned up at the inn, frowned.
"This kid is really a worry-free thing." He muttered, turning around to stop him, but he was afraid that coming over would add fuel to the fire.
This lady must be going against herself...
"What's wrong?" Mr. Chen Si asked.
Manager Cao hurriedly explained the matter.
"Oh?" Mr. Chen Si was slightly surprised, but he seemed to have thought of something and smiled, "I'll go take a look."
Manager Cao got what he wanted, so he hurriedly asked Mr. Chen Si to go, while he led the people to drive the carriage and horses into the inn.
Cheng Jiaoniang stood there for a moment and looked at the man on the door panel who had more air coming out and less air coming in.
The man was unshaven, dressed in rags, and unkempt. Even his own parents would not recognize him when they saw him.
His arms and legs were wrapped in torn strips of dirty clothes, and there were black and red stains under the bonfire.
The people around were also stunned, not knowing what this lady was going to do, or what there was to see about the injured person.
Normal people would turn their heads when they see the smelly filth, let alone this is a delicate lady.
"Madam, my brother was injured by a sword. I went to several doctors and they all said that Jin Chuang could not be cured..." The leading man hesitated and spoke first.
"Who said Jin Chuang can't be cured?" Cheng Jiaoniang said, looking away, "It's just a disease, not a life, so there's no way it can be cured."
The man was overjoyed.
"Can it be cured?" he shouted, his voice trembling, "call the doctor quickly!"
The maid glanced at him.
"Isn't this coming?" she said, a little unhappy.
Coming?
The men looked around excitedly, where are they, where are they?
Surrounded by alert and somewhat confused attendants, there was also a man who looked like a gentleman in a cloak who was watching the fun, and further away there were noisy people driving carriages and horses.
Where is the person who came to save someone with a medicine box?
"Ouch." The maid scoffed, a little funny, "Here it is!"
Cheng Jiaoniang sat down on the floor, her dress spread out, revealing the corners of her floral gold silk skirt.
"Add the fire and get the knife," she said, shaking her robe and extending her hand.
The men were stunned.
What?
"Master..." said the attendant in front of Mr. Chen Si, wanting to step forward to stop him.
"She wants to show us what a doctor is." Mr. Chen Si said, shaking his head to stop his followers, but watched with interest.
I quickly saw all the people in this place at the entrance of the inn.
"What happened?"
"There is a woman who wants to treat the person who was kicked out just now."
"That person? Isn't he going to die?"
"Have a look, I've never seen anyone treating a dead person before..."
There were too many people watching, and there were three floors inside and three floors outside. No one could see inside, and they could only hear the high-pitched and low-pitched exclaims of the people in front.
"What's wrong? What's wrong?"
The people behind asked anxiously, causing a rush.
"Back off, back off."
The men were pushing and scolding the crowd, but at the same time they turned back and looked at the circled open space with shocked expressions.
The woman sitting on the ground beside the bonfire still wore a big hood, and she outlined a strange shadow under the jumping firelight.
Her hands were exposed, holding a knife in one hand, and casually grabbing the man on the door panel with the other hand. She waved it around, and the balls of rotten flesh were thrown aside. This scene was mixed with the smell of blood and the smell of burning flesh.
The anger makes people feel cold and dare not look directly.
Is this a cure?
The outside of the inn is noisy like a market, but the inside of the inn is not as quiet as there is no one around.
"Miss Banqin, do you think this is the case?" Two attendants brought out a straw mat from the utility room.
After being abandoned for a long time, the house became damp and rotted, with a layer of green hair covering it.
"That's right." The maid said, waving her hand, "Hurry and send it to the lady."
The two attendants responded and ran out carrying it.
"Hurry up, hurry up, look again, look again." The maid urged the others.
The two postmen standing nearby folded their arms and laughed.
"Hehe." One of them said, "I've seen something rare today..."
"It's so late at night," another said, looking at people holding torches rummaging through the house and emptying cabinets, and looking at the torches and bonfires outside and the roar of people, "With this group of people here, it's as lively as a market.
.”
Having said this, he couldn't help but shudder.
What kind of market can there be at night? A ghost market...
"...I cut off the flesh..."
"..It's like being burned with a knife..."
There were comments from people watching the excitement outside.
These are the only ones found in the Palace of the King of Hell. The postman clasped his arms tightly and shook his head vigorously. He must have really hit the evil spirit. (To be continued)
