Chapter 252

Zhuang Maidong's carriage was moving quite fast, but the road was not flat, and the people behind were riding horses to catch up, so the distance between them was gradually shortened.

"Dr. Zhuang, please stay."

Jiang Fufu: “Pfft…” Why does it still sound like he’s pretending to be a miracle doctor?

Bei Qiao: Miracle doctor?

Although he didn't know who this miracle doctor was, the person chasing him didn't look like a good person. Bei Qiao didn't want to get involved in such trouble, so he continued to urge his mount to speed up.

The riders were moving at a rapid pace, their steeds trampling the grass on either side of the road, preparing to surround the convoy from both sides. The convoy's reaction was also quick. When the enemy opened the encirclement, the convoy's guards quickly formed a line, protecting the carriages in the middle, and leaning outward with weapons in hand, ready to engage at any moment.

Misunderstanding? That's not happening. They've already caught up and surrounded the carriage, so how could there be any misunderstanding?

Bei Qiao urged his mount to spur on, finally gaining some distance from the convoy before the encirclement was complete. Someone among those surrounding the carriage noticed the one with three riders in front and loudly requested the leader to intercept them to prevent word from leaking out.

Hearing this, Bei Qiao, who had just taken off his mask, almost laughed out of anger: So there is something wrong with just passing by?

"Don't make things complicated." The leader waved his hand, then saluted with his sword to the right of Zhuang Maidong's carriage: "Dr. Zhuang..."

"I've already told you, it can't be cured." Sijin County is slightly out of the way, and the next destination is quite far away. If they linger too long on the road, they might not be able to enter the city before the gates close. To save time, Zhuang Maidong directly interrupted the other party's polite words and said, "You should seek help from others!"

"Can't he cure it, or don't want to?" The lackey who had previously suggested silencing Bei Qiao to prevent the news from leaking out shouted, waving his machete. "He's a miracle doctor, but he doesn't have the moral integrity to save all living beings!"

"Aggie, shut up!"

"Saving all sentient beings is the job of Bodhisattvas. What does it have to do with our genius doctor Zhuang?" Jiang Fufu rolled her eyes in the car: "A good dog doesn't block the road!" Who is he playing the good cop and the bad cop for? I really think this shouldn't be said. I should have stopped it as soon as the first sentence came out.

"Fufu."

"I know, I know."

The man who was rebuked didn't care. His mission was to bring the miracle doctor back to heal his master. As long as he could achieve this goal, he didn't care even if he was scolded a thousand times: "The miracle doctor is joking."

"I'm not joking. The title of miracle doctor is a compliment from the folks. Although I have studied medicine for decades, I really can't do the pulse diagnosis by hanging a thread. You should seek help from someone else." Zhuang Maidong said that it was not that she was unprofessional, but she felt that being a love-brained person was too troublesome. She actually asked her to diagnose the pulse by hanging a thread because she was worried that her lover would be jealous... Let's not talk about whether this method of taking the pulse really exists. Anyway, she really can't do it. It's useless to treat her like a Bodhisattva and make a wish. If she can't do it, she can't do it.

Zhuang Maidong: He hides behind a screen, refusing to even show his hands. He relies on others to talk, never saying a word himself. He even plays music. Asking about his eating habits feels like prying into his privacy, and he lies when asked about his symptoms, and his lies are different every time... This kind of patient can be treated by anyone they want! I've had enough! And what about a sweetheart? This guy is clearly in love with someone unrequited! The girl doesn't even know anything!

I think I heard someone talking about diagnosing a pulse with a hanging thread... Bei Qiao subconsciously leaned toward the car window, hoping to catch some gossip before leaving. Stopping to watch the fun was out of the question. There would be plenty of gossip later, but if he got caught up in some trouble, there might be no future.

"Stop talking nonsense! You have to go today, whether you want to or not!" The lackey, Aji, put on a classic lackey face, stubbornly holding on to his hatred. This was his usual style. No matter how servile other lackeys were, they would eventually be disliked by their masters. But someone like him, who took the initiative to do the dirty work, could maintain a life of luxury as long as he could survive the beatings that followed.

"Aji! Shut up!" The leader slapped Aji aside and said, "Don't be rude to the miracle doctor! Say please!"

"I already told you we're not going! Don't you understand me?" Jiang Fufu was so angry she wanted to grab the snack box on the table and run out to hit him: "What's this all about? Ah! Are you taking me for a fool?"

After a disagreement, the two teams finally clashed. Bei Qiao listened to the noise behind him and suddenly heard the sound of a sharp weapon stabbing the car body from the back.

Another arrow fell to the ground from the side of the horse's leg. Huihui, the donkey pulling the cart, was startled and furious, wanting to turn around and fight. If Baibai and Honghong weren't so reliable, and if he wasn't afraid of overturning the cart, he would have already started turning around, dragging the carriage with him. "Ah! Ah!!" The donkey was scared to death! What a bastard! Don't involve innocent donkeys in a fight!

"Huihui, be quiet." Bei Qiao put on a cone hat, drew the soft sword from his waist, adjusted the sleeve arrow on his arm, lifted the curtain and walked out: "You guys run first, I'll see the situation." See if there is any chance to get back the ground quietly.

"Hmph?" Baibai turned to look at Honghong, puzzled. What did that mean? Were we going to fight over our mount?

Honghong shook her head proudly: "Why else do you think we like her so much? She's called our master, but in reality, she's our family!"

The two teams were already engaged in a fierce battle. Leaning out to look, Bei Qiao saw a man being thrown from his carriage by the coachman. Zhuang Maidong's team was attempting to break through, and the distance between them and Bei Qiao's carriage had narrowed again, putting Bei Qiao's carriage within range. Distance was limited, and swords were blind.

To avoid being caught up by the carriage behind, the three mounts raced forward at full speed. Bei Qiao held onto the carriage, observing the rear. Finally, using the weapons in their hands, he accurately located the person who had shot two arrows at his carriage. He then raised his hidden arrow and shot the person where the saddle and girth were connected.

"Ouch!" The man who was about to draw his bow and shoot an arrow almost fell off the horse's back as the saddle slipped off. Although he reacted quickly and hugged the horse's neck tightly to support his body that was about to slip, there were many people around him and the situation was chaotic. Before he climbed back on the horse's back, he was kicked twice by his companions and hit by the horse's tail.

"Whee! Ah! Whiee! Ah!" Huihui, who turned around desperately and saw this scene, started jumping and running with joy.

The chaotic scuffle in the rear was so chaotic that the men trying to take Zhuang Maidong away didn't notice Bei Qiao's actions, but they all understood the mocking bray of the donkey. Aji, who had been slacking off and slacking off, felt he had found a job and rushed out, cursing, "I let you go before, and you're not grateful? Then give me your life... Shit!"

Just as Ah Ji rushed to the back of the carriage on horseback, before he could raise his machete, he felt a dark shadow suddenly rush out before his eyes. The next second, the scenery in front of him and on both sides quickly receded, and the horse's back was getting farther and farther away from him. He fell to the ground with a scream, covering his buzzing head and struggling to get up. Only then did he come to his senses: "Damn it! He kicked me off!"

Without a rider, the horse Aji was riding ran away in a panic. Without a mount, Aji could only run to the side of the road to avoid being trampled by the convoy of horses coming from behind.

Noticing someone up ahead had taken care of Ah Ji, the leader, who had been confronting the captain, turned and looked ahead. Bei Qiao, having kicked the man, didn't look at him. Instead, she leaped onto the carriage and leaned over to remove the arrow stuck in the back. The wind blew against her conical hat, slightly lifting a corner and revealing her chin. It was only a fleeting glimpse, but it caught many people's attention.

"Wow, she looks so good even with just her chin showing..." Jiang Fufu couldn't help but cup her hands to her heart: "Mai Xiaodong, after your guards have finished everything, can I go over and say hello to her?" It would be even better if she could see her take off her cone hat!

"Your weapon is about to hit my chin."

"Woooooooooo!"

Bei Qiao ignored the troops behind him. After pulling out the arrow, he held it in front of him and looked at it for a while. He found a symbol on the arrow that was not familiar, but seemed to have been seen once.

I don’t know if this arrow is really their own thing, or a prop to frame others... Bei Qiao shook his head and prepared to erase the symbol on the arrow, leaving the metal arrow as a consumable.

"Oh, you..."

"Aji! Come back!" The leader noticed the mount Baibai peeking over and shouted at Aji who was about to throw the machete at Beiqiao's carriage. Although the latter was not convinced, he still stopped and stood there with a grin.

"I wonder who you are..." The leader thought for a moment, and finally bowed tentatively to Bei Qiao, thinking: Troublesome, if you are from the Qiao family, it would be much more troublesome than the Zhuang family, not to mention that there is a Qin family behind the Qiao family.

"The last name is Qiao." Bei Qiao turned his head and looked at the other person, his feet standing firmly on the moving carriage as if they were rooted, his face calm, the veil of his cone hat fluttering in the wind: You can guess whether it is Qiao from the Qiao family. Anyway, even if you guess yes, it can't be considered that you guessed wrong, because there is really someone above me.

"Then I wonder if the Qiao family..."

"Hmm?" This "hmm" wasn't Bei Qiao's response to the leader, but a subconscious sound he made when he spotted someone hiding in the treetops by the roadside. The next second, the person in the tree swooped down, swinging their machete at Bei Qiao.

Bei Qiao stepped back, wielding his soft sword. His free hand shook out the folding fan hidden in his sleeve, and with a thud, he blocked the blade. The soft sword arced in mid-air, bypassing the broadsword and tearing a large gash in the opponent's body. Without waiting for the opponent to cry out in pain, Bei Qiao pressed on, pinning him down with a dozen moves and snatching the purse from his waist. "This will cover the repairs to my carriage." It was outrageous. He hadn't damaged his carriage in all those days in this other world, and now it had been trampled like this.