Several imperial doctors also broke out in sweat when they saw Mr. Huang like this.
"This, there's nothing we can do about it," said an imperial physician, "This injury is to the throat."
"Yes, it is reasonable to say that he is dead." Another imperial doctor also said, "But Mr. Huang blocked it with his hand, and it happened to be stuck without cutting off the Qi veins."
"But it's life-threatening. As soon as the knife is pulled out, it will break." Everyone said in unison.
This is unsolvable.
"We can't cure it."
Only gods can find a way.
After hearing this, people around looked at Mr. Huang on the ground, and saw that his originally rosy face had turned pale since the incident. At this time, it had turned gray and blue. His mouth was open and he could no longer make a sound, and his breathing was rapid.
And the more you put out, the less you inhale.
Obviously it doesn't work.
Did he die like this?
Mr. Huang, who was so arrogant that no one dared to offend him and was in the limelight, died in front of Mr. Huang, and was stabbed to death because of his pity for the beauty?
This human life is really worthless.
For a moment, the people in the field had mixed feelings. Those nearby were naturally sad, but the eyes of the people outside who were separated by the troops of the Five Cities Soldiers and Horses Division all had unconcealable joy.
At the same time, a woman's laughter sounded.
Crisp as a silver bell, it is beautiful, but it is too inappropriate at this moment.
All eyes turned to where the laughter was.
The girl whose limbs were crippled and paralyzed on the ground was laughing loudly, and her face stained with blood looked even more weird in the laughter.
"Grandpa, grandma, father, mother, uncle, aunt, and aunt." She laughed, tears flowing out, washing away the blood on her face, "Brothers and sisters, have you seen it? Have you seen it?"
These words made everyone in the Huang family furious, and a servant went up and kicked her in the face.
The girl's blood spurted out from the corner of her mouth and she fell limply to the ground.
"Don't beat her to death." Mr. Huang turned his head and said hoarsely, "We can't let her die so easily."
The people around him couldn't help but couldn't bear it when they heard this.
Mr. Tang, who was standing aside and had blood spattered all over his face, could not hide his frightened and confused look on his black face.
He was going to die like this?
What about tomorrow?
Mr. Tang is a disciple of a saint and a royal censor. He does not believe in lies or words of retribution.
But at this moment, I always feel a little weak in my heart.
"Carry the person back first."
"It can't be just on this street..."
"Imperial Physician, Imperial Physician, please think of something else..."
"There's really nothing we can do. We can't cure this injury..."
The sound in the field was noisy, and Lu Yunqi coughed lightly in the chaos.
"It's a good thing that you can't cure it," he said.
These words made the noise stop immediately, and Mr. Huang looked at him with a cold expression.
"Master Lu, what do you mean?" he asked coldly.
Lu Yunqi, it was my son who died, not me.
You are just the emperor's dog, don't bark when you are not told to bark.
Miss Jun, who was standing in the crowd, felt a little thump in her heart.
not good.
This guy originally had this idea.
Her thoughts flashed across her mind, and Lu Yunqi over there had already spoken.
"What I mean is that since the imperial doctors can't cure it, then Miss Jiulingtang Jun, who specializes in rejuvenating incurable diseases, can come to the clinic." He said with a dull expression, and at the same time stretched out his hand to point to the crowd, "
Look, Miss Jun is already here."
Miss Jun.
Jiulingtang.
These words made the scene quiet again.
Mr. Huang's cloudy eyes lit up. Of course he knew about Jiulingtang. Although he didn't go out anymore, it didn't mean that he didn't know the world.
That's right, Jiulingtang.
He looked as Lu Yunqi pointed, and everyone else followed suit.
And Lu Yunqi's finger was like a knife slashing through it, and the crowd dispersed, revealing Miss Jun's master and servant.
"Hey! I can see it!" Liu'er, who was standing on tiptoes to watch the excitement, suddenly had a bright view and shouted happily, "Are you dead or not?"
These words made the quiet atmosphere pause.
It's not good to expect people to die so much.
Although everyone is looking forward to it in their hearts, but saying it out loud will make people unhappy, right?
However, when Mr. Huang heard this, he was not angry at all, but instead showed expectation and enthusiasm.
"Miss Jun!" he shouted hoarsely, "Miss Jun, please help me."
Please help me quickly.
Miss Jun didn't move when she heard this. She seemed to be stunned.
After all, is a girl afraid of someone who has never seen someone kill her?
"Can Miss Jun be saved or not?" Lu Yunqi said calmly.
Can this be saved?
All eyes are focused on Miss Jun.
"This is a dying person, or a dead person. If Miss Jun can save her, she can bring her back to life." Jiang Baihu, who was standing next to Lu Yunqi, said with a half-smile but not a smile, "The name of Jiulingtang has been changed.
Yang, everyone is flocking to you, this capital city really cannot live without you."
Chen Qi told Fang Jinxiu a few days ago that the officials who were frightened by Lu Yunqi did not dare to come to Miss Jun for medical treatment. They just weighed the pros and cons and felt that they could not risk their lives by seeking medical treatment.
But what if Miss Jun could bring the dead back to life?
Everyone's balance must be tilted towards Miss Jun.
I didn't expect to have the opportunity so soon.
And this time, Lu Yunqi not only did not stop him, but actually extended an invitation.
Is it intentional to embarrass you?
Neither.
Can you save this man?
Miss Jun looked at the gasping man lying on the ground.
She can really save this man.
Does he mean well?
Of course not.
Miss Jun understands what he means.
"But, Miss Jun, you don't want to save me, right?" Jiang Baihu's voice sounded again, with some sincerity, pointing to the man lying on the ground, "This Master Huang is full of evil and has a very bad reputation. I don't know how many people
They all wish he died. If I save such a person, I don’t know how many people will die at his hands in the future. Doesn’t Miss Jun also become an accomplice?"
As soon as these words came out, the expressions of everyone present changed.
Damn you! Jiang, are you crazy? The Huang family's faces were ashen. What the hell does this mean? They were about to curse, but Mr. Huang stopped them.
Mr. Huang understands what he means.
He had heard from his son about the affair between Lu Yunqi and Miss Jun, and he didn't care or care about such things.
Now Lu Yunqi actually plans to use his son to ruin Miss Jun's reputation and make her despised by the people, but he doesn't care.
As long as his son is alive, it doesn’t matter what your peace of mind is, or whether you live or die.
"Don't say that." Lu Yunqi spoke again, scolded his subordinates, and then looked at Miss Jun, "Miss Jun is a doctor with a benevolent heart and treats everyone equally. Besides, Miss Jun has rules."
He looked at Mr. Huang again.
"Master Huang should be able to afford Miss Jun's consultation fee."
Mr. Huang hid the hatred in his eyes, replaced by sorrow and prayer, and moved forward tremblingly with the support of his servants.
"Miss Jun, please." He said, the old man's face was covered with tears, his voice was hoarse and trembling, "Please save my son, not to mention my wealth, even my life, I will give it to you."
As he spoke, he knelt down to Miss Jun. (To be continued)