Li Jiyue said, "I'm a doctor. I can help you. The price is negotiable."
The people in the room murmured a few words, and Ergou went out to open the door, "Sister, how are your medical skills?"
She spoke confidently, "As long as there's still half a breath left, even if someone is halfway to the brink of death, I can pull them back. What do you think?"
"real?"
Ergou held a kerosene lamp and looked her up and down. She was covered in patches and had a bloated figure. She had a headscarf wrapped around her head, and only the upper half of her face was exposed.
She is dressed like a middle-aged rural woman and doesn't look like an intellectual.
"Can you take the bullet?"
Li Jiyue didn't waste any more words with him. He stretched out two fingers and took out the small dagger hidden in his sleeve. The dagger slashed across the palm and back of his hand, making a swish sound. He performed a unique skill on the spot.
She asked, "Do you want to slip away?"
"Wow, wow, wow!!!" Ergou was stunned. When he heard her words, he nodded subconsciously.
Damn, if he had this skill, he would have killed those enemy spies long ago. How could he be scared away by their guns?
"Sister, come inside and talk."
As soon as she entered the house, a group of people surrounded her with weapons in their hands. One of them held a 40-centimeter machete and pointed it at her face.
Li Jiyue clicked his tongue and used a knife to push against the blade to move the big knife away.
"Sister, can the bullet in my abdomen be removed?"
She said simply, "Yes!"
"Then how much will it take for you to save people?"
Li Jiyue stretched out five fingers.
Someone asked uncertainly, "Fifty?"
She shook her head.
"five hundred?"
Li Jiyue nodded. "Since you're a real man, I'll give you a discount and save a few hundred. No one else can offer this price."
"Understood, sister, please go upstairs and save people quickly."
At this moment, a middle-aged man with blood on his hands was holding a wooden handrail, stumbling and falling from it. A bloody handprint was left on the handrail, which looked very scary under the dim light.
"Ah! He's dead, he's dead, your grandfather is dead, I want to go home, I want to go home."
"You damned quack, didn't you say he had another hour? How could he die so soon? Did you kill him? Give our Second Master back his life."
A burly man, his eyes bloodshot, squeezed forward and picked up the barefoot doctor, intending to throw him down the building. A fall of one or two meters would not kill him, but at most he would only break a bone.
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