Several imperial doctors broke out in sweat when they saw Mr. Huang like this.

"This, this can't be done." An imperial physician said, "This is a wound to the throat."

"Yes, he should have died," said another imperial physician, "but Lord Huang blocked it with his hand, which just happened to block the pulse without cutting off the patient's energy supply."

"But this is what's fatal. As soon as the knife is pulled out, it will be cut off." Everyone said in unison.

There is no solution.

“We can’t cure it.”

Only gods can provide a solution.

Upon hearing this, the people around looked at Mr. Huang lying on the ground and saw that his originally rosy face had turned pale since the incident. At this moment, it had turned from pale to gray-blue. He opened his mouth but could no longer make any sound. His breathing was rapid, with more exhalation than inhalation.

Obviously not.

Is he going to die just like that?

Young Master Huang, who was so arrogant that no one dared to offend him, died in front of Old Master Huang, and was stabbed to death because he was sympathetic to a woman?

It's really hard to say how valuable this human life is.

For a moment, everyone in the field felt mixed emotions. Those nearby were naturally sad, but the people who were separated outside by the soldiers of the Five Cities Military Division had unconcealed joy in their eyes.

At the same time, a woman's laughter rang out.

It's as clear and crisp as a silver bell, and it's beautiful, but it's so inappropriate at this moment.

All eyes turned toward the source of the laughter.

The girl who was lying on the ground with her limbs paralyzed was laughing loudly, and her bloodstained face looked even more weird in her laughter.

"Grandpa, grandma, dad, mom, uncle, aunt, aunt." She laughed, tears streaming down her face, washing away the bloodstains. "Brothers and sisters, did you see it? Did you see it?"

This made everyone in the Huang family furious, and a servant kicked her in the face.

Blood spurted out of the girl's mouth and she fell to the ground motionless.

"Don't beat her to death." Old Master Huang turned his head and said hoarsely, "We can't let her die so easily."

The people around couldn't help but look miserable when they heard this.

Lord Tang, who was standing aside and covered in blood, could not hide the look of fear and confusion on his dark face.

Are you going to die like this?

What about tomorrow?

Lord Tang is a disciple of a saint and also a historian. He does not believe in the words of not telling lies or suffering retribution.

But at this moment, I always feel a little guilty.

"Carry the person back first."

"We can't just do it on the street..."

"Imperial Physician, please think of a solution..."

"There's really no way. We can't heal this injury..."

The field was filled with a chaotic cacophony of noise, and in the midst of the chaos, Lu Yunqi coughed lightly.

"It's a good thing that you can't cure it," he said.

These words stopped the noise immediately, and Mr. Huang looked at him with a grim expression.

"Lord Lu, what do you mean?" he asked coldly.

Lu Yunqi, it was my son who died, not me.

You are just the emperor's dog. Don't bark when you are not told to.

Miss Jun, who was standing in the crowd, felt her heart skip a beat.

not good.

This guy originally had this idea.

As the thought flashed through her mind, Lu Yunqi over there had already spoken.

"What I mean is, since the imperial doctors can't cure it, then Miss Jun from the Jiuling Hall, who specializes in curing incurable diseases and bringing people back to health, can come out to see patients." He said with a wooden expression, and pointed to the crowd, "Look, Miss Jun is here."

Miss Jun.

Jiuling Hall.

This made the scene quiet down again.

Old Master Huang's cloudy eyes lit up. Of course he knew Jiulingtang. Although he didn't go out anymore, it didn't mean he didn't know how the world works.

Yes, Jiulingtang.

He looked in the direction Lu Yunqi pointed, and everyone else looked too.

Lu Yunqi's finger was like a slashing knife, and the crowd dispersed immediately, revealing Miss Jun and her servant to the public.

"Hey! I can see it!" Liu Er, who was standing on tiptoe to watch the excitement, suddenly had a clear view and shouted happily, "Is he dead or not?"

These words made the quiet atmosphere stagnant.

It's not a good idea to look forward to someone's death so much.

Although everyone is looking forward to it in their hearts, it will make people unhappy if we say it out loud, right?

However, when Mr. Huang heard this, he did not show any anger, but instead showed anticipation and eagerness.

"Miss Jun!" he shouted hoarsely, "Miss Jun, help me."

Help me!

Miss Jun didn't move when she heard this, as if she was stunned by the shock.

Is she a girl who has never seen a murder before and is afraid of it?

"Can Miss Jun be saved or not?" Lu Yunqi said calmly.

Can this be saved?

All eyes were focused on Miss Jun.

"This is a dying person, or a dead person. If Miss Jun can save him, it would be like bringing the dead back to life." Captain Jiang, who was standing next to Lu Yunqi, said with a half-smile, "The reputation of Jiuling Hall has become more famous, and everyone is flocking to it. The capital really can't do without you."

A few days ago, Chen Qi told Fang Jinxiu that those officials who were frightened by Lu Yunqi did not dare to come to Miss Jun for medical treatment. They just weighed the pros and cons and felt that it was not worth losing their lives for a medical treatment.

But what if Miss Jun has the ability to bring the dead back to life?

Everyone's balance will definitely tilt towards Miss Jun.

I didn't expect the opportunity to come so soon.

And this time, Lu Yunqi not only did not stop him, but took the initiative to invite him.

Are you making things difficult on purpose?

Not really.

Can you save this man?

Miss Jun looked at the gasping man lying on the ground.

She can really save this man.

Is he kind-hearted?

Of course not.

Miss Jun understood what he meant.

"But, Miss Jun, you don't want to save him, right?" Captain Jiang's voice rang out again, with a bit of sincerity, pointing at the man lying on the ground, "This Mr. Huang is full of evil and has a very bad reputation. I don't know how many people wish he would die. If you save this kind of person, I don't know how many people will die at his hands in the future. Isn't Miss Jun also an accomplice?"

As soon as these words were spoken, the expressions of the people present changed.

Fuck! Jiang, are you crazy? The Huang family members were livid. What the hell does this mean? They were about to curse, but Old Master Huang stopped them.

Mr. Huang understood what he meant.

He had heard from his son about the affair between Lu Yunqi and Miss Jun, but he didn't care about it.

Now Lu Yunqi actually planned to use his son to ruin Miss Jun's reputation and make her hated by the people, but he didn't care.

As long as his son is alive, it doesn’t matter what your concerns are, or whether you are dead or alive.

"Don't say that." Lu Yunqi spoke again, reprimanded his subordinate, and then looked at Miss Jun, "Miss Jun is a kind-hearted doctor, and treats everyone equally. Besides, Miss Jun still has rules."

He looked at Mr. Huang again.

"Master Huang should be able to pay for Miss Jun's medical expenses."

Mr. Huang concealed the hatred in his eyes, replacing it with grief and pleading, and staggered forward with the support of his servants.

"Miss Jun, please." He said, his face covered with tears, his voice hoarse and trembling, "Please save my son, not to mention my wealth, even my life, I will give it to you."

As he spoke, Miss Chongjun knelt down.