Ji Yan asked, "Should we save him or not?"

Hmm? Why are you asking her?

Isn't this your tyrant's enemy?

Strangely enough, seeing Ji Yan's desire for Shen Qingye's death and his wish for Shen Qingye's death during this period, Shen Jiao had thought that the tyrant would take the opportunity to bury the still salvageable Second Young Master Shen with a handful of yellow earth. She never expected that he would ask her whether to save him or not.

Since you've asked, of course we should save them. Saving a life is better than building a seven-story pagoda. We may have some merit, but we should try to accumulate as much as we can.

Shen Jiao wiped the last few gold beads she had dug out clean and put them into her purse. "Then let's save them."

The rescue was simple. Liang Heng didn't even check Shen Qingye's pulse. He poured a pill of unknown origin from a small blue-and-white porcelain bottle he carried with him and put it into Shen Qingye's mouth, and that was it.

The disciples of Mu Yang and Bai Mang Pavilion were dumbfounded. It would be too foolish of them not to guess the identity of this bystander. They did not doubt the doctor's medical skills, but the careless approach made them think too much.

But only Shen Jiao was thinking about it, while Mu Yang and the others all exclaimed in their hearts, "Awesome!"

She asked curiously, "Is this all there is to it?"

Doesn't it need some eyelid manipulation and CPR? Or maybe a forced artificial respiration? This person was knocked unconscious by lightning, not by the sun.

Liang Heng explained, "Sister Shen, don't underestimate this pill. It took me hundreds of rare medicinal herbs and sixty-four days to refine it into this mere pill..."

He paused abruptly, his gaze sweeping over Mu Yang and the White Python Pavilion disciples who were eavesdropping, before continuing, "I've only refined these twelve pills. I fed one to Chen Er, and now there are eleven left. No one in the world but me can refine these pills. They can not only cure lightning strikes, internal injuries, and external injuries, but also treat sprains, backaches, facial swelling, and palpitations."

Shen Jiao felt increasingly uneasy as she listened. Following the little doctor's burning gaze, she saw exactly eleven revenge-seeking groups remaining, no more and no less, and fell into deep thought.

A lightning strike remedy? Isn't that Shen Qingye?

Facial swelling, lower back pain? That's Muyang, isn't it?

Bruises and sprains, internal and external injuries? Aren't those the disciples of the White Python Pavilion?

This isn't treating the symptoms, it's clearly treating the person, fooling idiots.

Although Shen Jiao thought that Liang Heng at this moment was like a seasoned conman who had been in the business for over thirty years, anyone who believed him was a fool.

But the revenge squad didn't care about any of that. The gimmick of the miracle doctor was famous throughout the world. Everyone said that he had superb medical skills, bringing the dead back to life, curing diseases with ease, and regenerating dead bones. It didn't matter if he looked like a charlatan. What mattered was his core. One shouldn't be too superficial.

Seeing that Mu Yang and the others all looked like they had gotten a great deal even though the supermarket had raised prices in advance and the discounted price was still a few dollars more expensive than the original price, Shen Jiao was speechless for a moment.

Seeing this, Liang Heng cleared his throat with a smile and, seizing the opportunity, elevated his advertising slogan with a progressively stronger emotional tone.

"Who's still worried about the swelling from being slapped not going down immediately? Who's still worried about being beaten so badly they can't stand up? Who's still worried about backaches and muscle aches? Is it you? Is it you? Or is it you?"

The young doctor spoke with passion and high spirits, as if he could burst into song at any moment if given a microphone. Liang Heng ran up to the revenge team, held up the blue and white porcelain medicine bottle and spun it around three times, "But no matter who it is, as long as they have my Liang Heng's secret medicine pills, all problems will be solved. Just one pill will allow them to return to the pinnacle of life. One pill costs only 998. You won't lose out or be cheated. The opportunity is right in front of you. You'll regret it for the rest of your life if you miss it."

"I want it, I want it, Doctor Liang, give me one!" A disciple pulled out a handful of silver notes.

"I want one too!" another person said, pulling out even more.

Even worse, some people took out their secret stash of money hidden in the soles of their shoes.

Shen Jiao: "..." Are you guys all so rich? Do you carry cash with you when you go out?

Liang Heng was immediately engulfed by the crowd, leaving only his hands waving back and forth, "Don't push, don't push, everyone gets a share, everyone gets a share."

Shen Jiao: "..." The heads were counted so carefully, how could everyone not get a share?

Has Liang Heng really never attended a pyramid scheme training course? Even the aunties in the vegetable market who sell clothes for 50 yuan when they cost 10 yuan don't have his mouth to make up stories.

Everyone knows that the tyrant's anger comes and goes quickly. Although he still has that handsome face that is so sinister that it is infuriating to both gods and men, it is as if "someone borrowed three hundred catties of grain from him, but returned ten catties of chaff to him." But as dark as his face is, he is too busy to deal with Shen Jiao, so he forgets to wipe out the revenge group.

Shen Jiao was forced by the tyrant to take the gold beads she had painstakingly dug out and was forced to play a marbles game with him.

She felt she might have been bewitched by the tyrant's easygoing demeanor today, and she even asked him, somewhat frivolously, "Your Majesty, how will the outcome be determined?"

Ji Yan: "I won, the pearl is mine; you won, the pearl..."

"It's mine," Shen Jiao answered happily.

“No,” Ji Yan corrected, “You win, keep the bead.”

Stay? Listen to what a human being says! Why were you so nice when you played with that kid from Chen Bao's family? Now you're a scoundrel?

Shen Jiao remained silent for a long while: "Is there a difference?"

Ji Yan replied quite frankly, "No."

Shen Jiao: "..." It's a good thing you're an emperor, otherwise, Qing Guang would be beaten up in a sack if he went out in broad daylight.

Oh well, what can I do? He's the emperor, so I just have to put up with it.

She tried to comfort herself, telling herself that the joy of scavenging through the garbage dump wasn't in getting the gold beads, but in enjoying the process. But somehow, as she tried to comfort herself, she suddenly felt even sadder.

After a short while, she looked at the golden dust scattered on the ground and was furious, like a pufferfish. "Damn it! Fine, I'll try! If I can't beat you, then hit me! What kind of man shatters my golden beads!"

A gust of wind blew, and the golden dust blinded her. Through her tear-filled eyes, she could only see Ji Yan laughing wildly. What a spendthrift child!

...

The revenge-seeking team was so relieved to have escaped with their lives that they burst into tears.

No sooner had Ji Yan left with the beauty than they immediately carried Shen Qingye, who was blackened by the attack, and the elder, who was dead beyond recognition, away from the palace like they were riding on wheels of fire.

This place, though not broken, is a place they never want to step into again in their lives!

The group left in a hurry. The disciples of the White Python Pavilion ran a few dozen steps, then turned around and found that Mu Yang was still standing outside the palace gate, motionless, lost in thought, like a stone statue, and seemed to be preparing to go in again.

Excavation?

This is not a place to linger and be nostalgic, brother!

Although the disciples of the White Python Pavilion didn't have much of a friendship with Mu Yang, they developed a special bond over the course of one night, involving stuffing socks into her mouth and slapping her.

A disciple went back and called to him, "Brother Mu, what are you still standing there for? Did you leave something behind? That person's temper is really hard to predict. Staying any longer is dangerous. You can buy things again, but if you lose your life, you'll lose everything. Hurry up and leave."

If Shen Qingye and the elders weren't so heavy, and if their injuries weren't so severe that they couldn't bear any more burden, they would have knocked Mu Yang unconscious and taken her away.