Lin Qinghe's change came from one person's revenge.
Just because Lin Qinghe was unwilling to treat him, the other party tracked him down from afar and wanted to harm him.
Some other things happened later that made Lin Qinghe kill someone.
With blood on your hands, you can no longer have the compassion to save the world.
Lin Qinghe had never been able to overcome this threshold in his previous life.
She adopted Zhao Wei when she was only fifty years old, and passed away when Zhao Wei just grew up.
In this life, I didn’t expect that Lin Qinghe would embark on this path when he was only in his thirties.
Zhao Wei felt indescribably sad.
But things have already happened, and some things cannot be changed at will just because you know the outcome.
He has now learned to respect the process of historical development and will not easily change anyone's fate.
Now, he just wanted to make one last attempt to help Lin Qinghe get through this difficult time. Otherwise, he was afraid that he would not live to be fifty years old in this life and would have to adopt his previous life self.
In the distance, the villagers were still busy repairing houses, clearing the land, and preparing seeds. Everyone's face was tired, but full of hope.
Zhao Wei watched all this and secretly vowed in his heart that he must protect this village, protect these hardworking and kind villagers, and protect his master and family.
Zhao Wei was sick. He had always had a strong body, as strong as iron, but he just collapsed.
Yunxiu was still telling him about the disaster and the impact it had on her family. The next second, Zhao Wei fell straight into her arms, scaring her so much that she screamed.
"Brother Wei...husband...wake up...don't scare me!"
"Wuwu... You can't be in trouble. If you are, I don't want to live anymore."
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Yunxiu's cries quickly attracted all the villagers.
Everyone was shocked when they saw Zhao Wei, who was barely breathing.
"Oh my god, is our president tired?"
"Hurry, hurry, help him back to the house to rest!"
Everyone tried to pull Zhao Wei off, but they were unable to do so.
When Zhao Wei fell into Yunxiu's arms, he pinched his thigh with his fingertips and broke out in cold sweat due to the severe pain.
He endured the crowd's pulling, his eyelids trembling slightly - this play had to be performed realistically, otherwise with Lin Qinghe's current temperament, he would never set foot into the village gate.
He pinched Yunxiu's waist and said word by word: "Quickly...quickly go find...my master! He can...can can save..."
Yunxiu's nails almost dug into Zhao Wei's back, and her voice was trembling.
"Hold on... I'll take you to find Master Lin right now!"
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Some villagers who were quick on their feet had already rushed to Zhao Wei's house to report the news, and then they ran into Lin Qinghe who was returning with a basket of medicine on his back.
The bag of silver needles on his body was still dangling, but the ice in his eyes was colder than the snow in the mountains.
"What's going on? You're so anxious. Could it be that something happened in your village again?"
Lin Qinghe's voice was flat. Something happened in this village every other day, and he was no longer surprised.
The villagers were extremely anxious and hurriedly said, "Master Lin! This time it's not someone else, it's our President Zhao. He's suddenly dying. Please go and help him and take a look at him!"
"Just now, before he fell, he was still talking about you, saying that only you could save him!"
These words pierced Lin Qinghe's heart like a needle. He had just vowed not to practice medicine anymore, but now such a thing happened.
After hesitating for a long time and pausing for a moment, he finally followed the villager into the village.
Yunxiu was wiping Zhao Wei's "burning" forehead with a handkerchief. When she saw Lin Qinghe coming, she rushed over and cried.
"Master Lin, you are here! Please save my man! He looks so scary..."
Lin Qinghe's eyes swept over the "unconscious" Zhao Wei, his fingertips unconsciously stroking the silver needle bag, and after a long time he said: "Let's send him to the hospital quickly, I'm not omnipotent."
He was about to turn around when he caught a glimpse of the red spot on Zhao Wei's wrist - that was a unique symptom of being bitten by a poisonous snake. Although it was not fatal, it could cause a person to have a high fever.
Lin Qinghe's pupils suddenly shrank: This red spot is real, and the poison is also very strong. This guy is not sick, he has been poisoned by a snake!
"Don't hesitate any longer, rush to the hospital, otherwise someone might die."
Lin Qinghe was still unwilling to treat him at this time. Did he think the poison he had was not strong enough?
Zhao Wei still had his eyes closed, rolling his eyes in his heart - Master, let's see how long you can hold on.
Yunxiu was so scared that she hugged Lin Qinghe's arm: "Master Lin! What kind of poison is this? Look, his hands are cold!"
She wiped away her tears secretly, feeling sorry for Zhao Wei.
Zhao Wei felt a little apologetic and secretly squeezed Yunxiu's hand.
In order to make reality more real, he even hid it from Yunxiu.
Seeing her crying like a tearful person, I felt very sorry.
Wife, please be patient. You don’t want the master to leave, right?
The cold touch made Zhao Wei shiver uncontrollably, and he really looked like he was terminally ill.
Lin Qinghe's silver needle hung in the air and did not fall down for a long time.
Zhao Wei could only struggle and said, "Listen to Master, send me to the hospital. Although the clinic is small and the doctors there are average, and there is no medicine that can cure snake venom, but... Master said to go to the hospital, so I will go."
These words almost made Lin Qinghe laugh out of anger.
What does this apprentice want to do?
It has been delayed long enough now, and it may be too late to send him to the hospital.
Apart from him, who else in this world can do it?
As if he had realized something, Lin Qinghe's face looked very unhappy.
Finally, after seeing his poison spreading, he could only curse inwardly and then gave the doctor an injection.
He placed his fingertips on Zhao Wei's wrist for a moment, his face livid, "What a wicked disciple! He actually killed himself with snake venom!"
Even though he was cursing, his hands did not stop moving. Silver needles pierced into Zhao Wei's major acupuncture points like meteors. Every time they pierced a point, a wisp of black air seeped out from his pores.
"Remember." Lin Qinghe's voice was still cold, but with an imperceptible tremor, "I saved you not to let you continue to make trouble, but to prevent tragedy from happening."
He took out a porcelain bottle and poured out three black pills. "Take one pill a day. If your condition doesn't improve after three days, you will be eaten away by snake venom."
Zhao Wei looked at his back as he turned and left, and suddenly shouted, "Master! Thank you, you are the best doctor in the world."
Lin Qinghe paused, without looking back, and only snorted coldly: "If you dare to lie to me again next time, it won't be as simple as acupuncture."
Yunxiu rushed to the bedside and cried with joy when she saw Zhao Wei really opened his eyes: "This move of yours is too risky! If the master really doesn't care about you..."
Zhao Wei held her hand, the sweat on his palm had already melted, and he felt warm: "I know he won't."
Outside the window, Lin Qinghe stood under the old locust tree, looking at the seven-leaf lotus that Zhao Wei had deliberately hidden in the medicine basket. The silver needles on his fingertips finally no longer shone with coldness.
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