Mr. Huang's sudden kneeling startled everyone present.

“Miss Jun, with these legs, I have only kneeled before Heaven, Earth, and my teacher.” Old Master Huang was so weak from his leg disease that he could hardly kneel and fell flat on the ground.

At this moment, everyone only saw an old man, forgot his identity and status, and looked at this poor old man who was about to bury his young child.

"Please." Old Master Huang banged his head on the ground again and again. His gray hair became disheveled and his forehead was covered with dust, mixed with tears, making his whole face look shabby.

Many of the women watching couldn't hold back their tears.

"When a wolf lies down, everyone thinks it's a dog," Zhu Zan said. "It seems that no one remembers that this old guy always eats a few people every time he kneels down and then gets up."

Sifeng patted his shoulder, and her usually playful face became somewhat serious, but she said nothing.

"Does Miss Jun really want to save her?" Zhang Baotang couldn't help but whisper, "She can say she can't be saved..."

"She?" Zhu Zan sneered, "Are you willing to give up this face?"

"This is also an opportunity for Miss Jun." Si Feng was silent for a moment, still with her hand on Zhu Zan's shoulder, and suddenly said, "Skills have been demonstrated, and fame is nothing. Besides, she is just a doctor, no one will be harsh on her."

Zhu Zan's mouth twitched.

"She's not a doctor," he said.

The two brothers beside him looked at him with puzzled expressions.

If not a doctor, then what is he?

"What an idiot." Zhu Zan said, looking across the crowd at Miss Jun who was standing alone on the street, being avoided by everyone.

Miss Jun looked at Mr. Huang who was kowtowing.

"Miss Jun, can you save her? Just give me a straight answer." Jiang Baihu shouted, "Everyone is waiting."

Miss Jun raised her head.

"I can," she said.

When these words were spoken, the Huang family members were delighted, while the people watching around had mixed expressions.

It’s not that saving people is a bad thing, it would be great if the person you save is a good person.

Mr. Huang was helped to stand up by his servants. He lowered his head and trembled as if he was powerless. No one saw the fierceness in his eyes.

As long as his son survives, you all just wait.

Miss Jun walked over and suddenly heard the kowtow sound again. She paused and looked at her feet.

The girl whose limbs were covered in blood and who had just been kicked unconscious woke up at some point.

She raised her head hard, hitting it against the ground again and again. Her bloodstained face raised its head and looked at her with red eyes.

"Please, please," she said hoarsely.

Just now, the white-haired old man kowtowed and begged for help for his seriously injured son, and now this young girl is also kowtowing and begging.

She was also seriously injured, but she didn't ask for help.

Miss Jun looked at her. Her body was covered with knife wounds. These wounds were not as severe as hers back then, but she was definitely in more pain than herself.

Because she was hacked to death by a random knife, she was dead and there was no pain.

But this girl cannot die. She has to endure the pain, and then she has to endure even greater pain and a life worse than death.

Even so, her eyes were filled with joy before. Her wish was fulfilled and she died without regrets.

But now, looking at Miss Jun walking over, her eyes were full of despair.

That is the disappointment of having lost all your previous efforts, that is the despair of being helpless.

It was obvious that she also knew who Miss Jun was.

"Please, don't save him." She kowtowed again and again, mumbling, "Don't save him."

Miss Jun's eyes turned pale and her vision suddenly blurred.

Position is relative, Wang Zhice said.

When people are in trouble, they hope that someone will come down from the sky to rescue them.

Those who can save others will be regarded as gods and bodhisattvas, and will be appreciated and worshipped.

But this is for those who have been freed from the dilemma.

The person who is rescued is grateful, but what about the person who deliberately created this dilemma?

To them, the person who solved the problem is not worthy of gratitude, nor is he regarded as a bodhisattva. Instead, he is a devil, and they only feel resentment for having failed at the last hurdle.

Miss Jun looked at the girl who was still kowtowing.

She escaped alone, carrying a deep hatred on her back.

How she hid under a false name, and how she decided to take revenge.

Her hand was tilted to the side, and a layer of cocoon could be seen in her open palm.

In order to prepare for the knife attack on Mr. Huang just now, had she been practicing day and night?

"Please." She raised her head. The blood could not hide her increasingly pale face. She no longer had the strength to kowtow. She could only nod and mutter, her eyes fixed on her.

"Bitch!"

The servant of the Huang family nearby cursed and kicked the girl in the face again.

Miss Jun reached out and grabbed the medicine box from Liu'er's hand, and turned around at the same time.

As luck would have it, the medicine box hit the servant hard. He staggered forward with a cry, and his raised foot fell to the ground, tripping his other foot and causing him to fall to the ground.

"Oh, I'm sorry." Miss Jun said, and quickly reached out to support him.

"Why don't you look at the road?" Liu'er shouted unhappily, "You are blocking my young lady. Do you still want to treat your family member?"

The people around were a little confused by Liu'er's shouting. Was this servant blind and blocking the way?

But I can't worry about that now.

"Everyone, get out of the way. Please invite Miss Jun in." Mr. Huang shouted.

Hearing this, some of the messy servants stopped in a hurry. Miss Jun looked at Mr. Huang lying on the ground, picked up the medicine box in her hand, and was about to take a step forward.

Hearing this, Lord Tang, who was standing aside, came back to his senses at this moment.

As long as Miss Jun is here, Master Huang will be fine.

Miss Jun happened to be here. Was this also God's will?

Lord Tang pressed his pounding heart, and his pale face gradually recovered.

Zhu Zan, who was watching from outside the crowd, also paused and took a step forward when he heard these words.

Sifeng, who had been pressing on his shoulders, noticed it immediately and applied force on her hands.

"Don't move." He shouted in a low voice, grabbing Zhu Zan's shoulders to stop him from moving forward, his expression serious and a little nervous, "Really, there's no need. It's good like this now. It's not bad. This Huang will lie down for at least half a year, which is enough to solve the dilemma."

Zhu Zan didn't look at him and continued to look at the scene.

The four phoenixes followed his line of sight and landed on Miss Jun who was walking.

"Miss Jun, as long as you cure him, it's fine. It's just a matter of reputation, not a dilemma." He said in a low voice, anxiously, "Now it's worry-free if you don't move."

What if she refused to cure him?

This cunning woman is not a kind-hearted doctor.

Zhu threw his shoulders back and strode forward.

Sifeng was unable to catch it again and felt bad in his heart.