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Mr. Huang suddenly knelt down, shocking everyone present.
"Miss Jun, with my legs, I have only been able to kneel before the Lord, Lord, and Master of Heaven and Earth." Mr. Huang was so weak because of his weak legs that he could hardly stand up from his knees, and he lay prone on the ground.
At this moment, everyone only saw an old man, forgetting his identity and status, looking at this poor old man who was about to give away the white-haired man to the black-haired man.
"Please." Mr. Huang touched his head to the ground. Every time, his gray hair became disheveled, his forehead was stained with dust, and his whole face became messy with tears.
Many women who were watching couldn't help crying.
"When a wolf lies down, everyone will think of it as a dog." Zhu Zan said, "It seems that no one remembers that this old guy always eats a few people every time he gets up after kneeling down."
Sifeng patted his shoulder with his hand. His usually smiling face was a bit serious, but he didn't speak.
"Does Miss Jun really want to be saved?" Zhang Baotang couldn't help but whisper, "She can say that she can't be saved..."
"She?" Zhu Zan sneered, "Are you willing to give up this face?"
"This is also an opportunity for Miss Jun." Sifeng was silent for a moment, still pressing his hand on Zhu Zan's shoulder, and suddenly said, "After her skills have been demonstrated, reputation is nothing. Besides, she is just a doctor, no one will
Harsh her."
Zhu Zan twitched the corners of his mouth.
"She's not a doctor," he said.
The two brothers beside him looked at him with puzzled expressions.
What is he if he is not a doctor?
"He's an idiot." Zhu Zan said, looking across the crowd at Miss Jun, who was standing on the street and was shunned by everyone but independent.
Miss Jun looked at Mr. Huang who was kowtowing.
"Miss Jun, can you please give me a warm word if you can save me?" Jiang Baihu shouted, "Everyone is waiting."
Miss Jun raised her head.
"I can," she said.
When these words came out, everyone in the Huang family was happy, while the people around them had mixed expressions.
It’s not that it’s bad to save people, it would be better if the person you save is a good person.
Mr. Huang was helped to his feet by his servants. He seemed helpless and trembling with his head lowered. No one saw the fierce light in his eyes.
As long as his son doesn't die, you all just have to wait.
Miss Jun walked over, and suddenly the sound of kowtowing came again. She paused in her steps and looked at her feet.
The girl whose limbs were bruised and bleeding, and who had just been kicked to death woke up at some point.
She held her head hard and bumped it against the ground again and again. She raised her head with a blood-stained face and looked at her with red eyes.
"Please, please," she said hoarsely.
Just now the white-haired old man kowtowed to beg for help for his seriously injured son, and now this cardamom woman is kowtowing to beg for help too.
Her injuries were also serious, but she was not begging to save herself.
Miss Jun looked at her. Her body was covered with cuts. The cuts were not as good as her own, but she was definitely in more pain than she was.
Because she was hacked to death with random knives, she was dead and there was no pain.
But this girl couldn't die, she had to endure the pain, and she had to endure even greater pain and life worse than death.
Even so, her eyes were filled with joy before, her wish came true and she died without any regrets.
But now, looking at Miss Jun walking over, her eyes were full of despair.
That is the disappointment of having lost all your efforts, that is the helpless despair.
Obviously she also knows who Miss Jun is.
"Please, don't save him." She kowtowed and murmured, "Don't save him."
Miss Jun's eyes were aching and her vision suddenly blurred.
Position is relative, Wang Zhice said.
When everyone is in trouble, they hope that someone will come from the sky to save them.
People who can save people will be regarded as gods and bodhisattvas, and will be thanked and thanked.
But this is for people who have been solved.
People who are rescued from difficulties are grateful, but what about people who deliberately get into this predicament?
To them, the person who solved the problem is not worthy of gratitude, nor is he regarded as a Bodhisattva. Instead, he is a devil, with only the resentment of falling short.
Miss Jun looked at the girl who was still kowtowing.
She escaped alone, bearing a blood feud.
How she hides in hiding and how she decides to take revenge.
Her hands were crooked to the side, and a layer of calluses could be seen on her open palms.
Was she practicing day and night for the knife she just struck against Mr. Huang?
"Please." She raised her head, and the blood stains could not cover her increasingly pale face. She no longer had the strength to kowtow, so she could only nod her head and murmur, staring at her with her eyes.
"Bitch!"
The servant of the Huang family next to him cursed, raised his foot and kicked the girl in the face again.
Miss Jun reached out and grabbed the medicine box in Liu'er's hand, and turned around at the same time.
By chance, the medicine box hit the servant hard, and he stumbled forward with a whoop. His raised foot also fell to the ground, tripping over his other foot, and he fell to the ground.
"Ah, I'm sorry." Miss Jun said, reaching out to help her.
"Why don't you look at the road?" Liu'er shouted unhappily, "You're blocking my lady, don't you want to see a doctor for your family?"
The people next to me were confused by Liu'er's shouting. Is this servant blocking the way because he doesn't have eyesight?
But I can't care about that now.
"Get out of the way, please, Miss Jun." Mr. Huang shouted.
Hearing these words, the confused servants stopped in a hurry. Miss Jun looked at Mr. Huang lying on the ground, picked up the medicine box in his hand, and was about to take a step forward.
After hearing these words, Mr. Tang, who was standing aside, came back to his senses a little at this moment.
As long as Miss Jun is here, Mr. Huang will be fine.
Miss Jun happens to be here. Is this the will of God?
Mr. Tang pressed his hand on his rapidly beating heart, and his pale face gradually recovered.
Zhu Zan, who was looking at this from outside the crowd, paused his shoulders and took a step forward when he heard these words.
Sifeng, who had been pressing on his shoulder, immediately noticed it and put strength on his hand.
"Don't move." He shouted in a low voice, clasping Zhu Zan's shoulders to stop his steps, with a solemn and nervous expression, "You really don't have to, this is good now, not too bad, this person named Huang
Half a year of lying down and talking is enough to solve the dilemma."
Zhu Zan didn't look at him, still looking at the field.
Sifeng followed his gaze and landed on Miss Jun who was walking.
"Miss Jun, as long as you cure him, that's all. It's just a reputation, it's not a dilemma." He said urgently in a low voice, "If you don't move now, you will be worry-free."
What if she refuses to cure him?
This cunning woman is not a kind-hearted doctor.
Zhu shook his shoulders and strode forward.
Sifeng couldn't catch it anymore, and she cried out in her heart. (To be continued)