Lin Qinghe chuckled: "What nonsense are you talking about? How have I harmed you? Isn't this the treatment you've always wanted?"
"I am merciful and am trying to find a way to save you!"
"But you are already terminally ill, no medicine can cure you, there is nothing I can do!"
…
These words made the man in gray spit out all of his breath.
The blood was splattered three feet away.
Lin Qinghe naturally would not allow such dirty blood to splash on himself.
He just watched coldly as the other person's face gradually faded.
"If I had known this would happen, I wouldn't have done it in the first place. Remember, a forced melon is not sweet."
"I just don't want to save you. You are a scum. If you live one more day, you will hurt one more person. You'd better die soon!"
He is not a saint. It would be too cheap to be kind enough to save such a corrupt person.
It is said that only those who are destined to receive medical treatment can receive it, but this person never understood this truth until his death.
If he doesn’t die, who will?
Lin Qinghe didn't even look at him again, just turned around and left.
Such a filthy thing should be left to dry in the wilderness.
Unfortunately, this place is too close to the village, and all the stray dogs within dozens of miles around have been cleared out by Zhao Wei.
How great it would be if a wild dog came and took this man away right now!
Lin Qinghe still felt a little regretful, but he didn't know that less than half an hour after he left, the man in gray had already vomited almost four or five mouthfuls of blood.
How much blood can a person spit out from his body? Every time he spits out blood, he is one step closer to death.
By the end, he was barely holding on with half his breath.
Perhaps it was because the scene at Elm Dun was too grand tonight and the smell of blood was too prevalent, so the wild beasts in the nearby mountains and forests became restless and were watching in secret.
As a result, the man in gray, who was originally unconscious and dying, was soon awakened by a sharp pain.
When he managed to open his eyes, he saw several wolverines circling around him.
The man in gray lay prone in the mud, digging his ten fingers into the dry grass, trying to struggle out a bit of strength.
The feeling of regret spread, causing blood foam to flow from his mouth continuously.
"Ahem...you...will die a miserable death..."
He screamed with all his strength, but it only brought a sharp pain in his chest.
The wolverines began their feast, surrounding him and devouring him.
Warm blood continued to flow out of the wound, and my vision gradually blurred into a scarlet color.
He thought of the evil things he had done, the faces of the women and children struggling and crying beneath him, and their curses were still ringing in his ears, like a loud bell striking his muddy head.
If there is an afterlife, he will never do such a thing again. He will be a good person, a rat crossing the street that is no longer hated by everyone.
What is finally left to the world is a tear of repentance.
…
At this moment in Yushudun, Lin Qinghe was standing in the yard of Zhao Wei's house, cutting the roots of a nine-leaf lotus with a bamboo knife.
He was feeling a little uneasy and could only calm himself down by taking medicine.
Zhao Wei heard the noise, came over with a basin of water, and said, "Master, you wash..."
Lin Qinghe paused, and used the bamboo knife to shave off a thin piece of root bark, and said lightly: "It can't be washed clean anymore. From now on... I may not be able to practice medicine anymore."
He spoke calmly, as if he was talking about the chickens and dogs of the neighbors, "Go cut this lotus root into slices and dry it in the sun. You can use it to treat boils caused by heat and poison in the future."
Zhao Wei took the lotus root and opened his mouth, wanting to ask something, but he saw that Lin Qinghe had turned around and was busy, with a cold and hard attitude in his actions that did not allow for questioning.
But in the end, he said, "Master, it doesn't matter if I don't practice medicine. Once a teacher, I am a father for life. You have to take care of me. Otherwise, I will pester you to death. Humph..."
He had a premonition that Lin Qinghe wanted to live in seclusion from the world.
That man in gray must have hurt his desire to save the world.
Although he himself felt that this was insignificant, Lin Qinghe was a very calculative person and he would not allow himself to do such a thing.
I can't get over this hurdle in my heart.
Lin Qinghe did not express his opinion on Zhao Wei's comfort, but just quietly worked on the medicinal materials. He was busy for two hours, and when the roosters crowed, he washed up and went back to his room to rest.
Zhao Wei had been with him the whole time and was extremely tired at this moment, but he still had some things to do and could not rest.
When such a big thing happens in the village, we must give everyone an explanation and appeasement. Otherwise, the villagers will feel uneasy and lose their motivation to do anything.
The people in Yushudun didn’t know what happened to those evil people. They only knew that the turmoil last night was like a rainstorm. It came violently and went away quickly, leaving behind only the lingering smell of blood in the soil.
Just as he was about to go out, he saw Huangmao with a mess on his head running towards him.
"Master, a dead person was found in a bush west of the village. We don't know who it was. Tsk tsk... Everyone is so scared now."
Zhao Wei immediately thought of the man in gray, so he hurried to check.
There is no gray-clothed man anywhere, only a bloody skeleton.
The clothes had been torn into rags by the wild beasts. A small section of the man's leg was still exposed, but for the rest of his body, there were only a few scraps of flesh hanging on the bones.
The wild beasts in the mountains must be so hungry that they could eat a grown man like this in just one night.
The scene was so disgusting that only a few brave people in the village dared to come forward to watch the fun.
But it has left a heavy psychological trauma, and I would dry heave from time to time.
Zhao Wei said to one of them, "Go report it to the police. This is a matter of life and death, we can't just deal with it carelessly!"
Everything that could prove the person's identity was gone at the scene. There was only a skeleton. With current criminal investigation methods, we couldn't find out anything except that we could determine that this person was a man.
"Don't look at it!" Zhao Wei found a few large yellow leaves and covered the skeleton. He shouted to the villagers who were watching: "Erxiao, go to the town and find the director of public security! Everyone else should do what they need to do. Don't gather here!"
The crowd dispersed sparsely, and a few women walked with their hands clasped together, muttering "Amitabha".
The yellow-haired man came forward, wiping his mouth, his voice trembling, "Master, this man...could he be the gray-clothed man from last night? Some wild beast ate him, it's too clean, isn't it?"
"This is still recognizable." Zhao Wei pointed at the messy footprints of wild animals on the ground: "Some of them look like wolverines in the mountains. Tsk tsk... This person just has a bad fate."
He thought of Lin Qinghe's strange behavior last night, and he already had the answer in his mind - his master had killed him.
If he had known earlier, he should have stopped it. He is good at doing this kind of thing.
It would be so easy to just throw the person into the deep mountains and forests, not even the skeleton would be left behind.
Soon, the sun was already high in the sky when the staff members wearing wide-brimmed hats and the security director arrived with two militiamen.
These people still had some minor complaints about the fact that so many people were sent to Yushudun overnight.
"What's wrong with you? Your village has been in turmoil for a long time. How many people have to die before it's enough?"
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