The entire hospital was in a state of intense treatment of patients, and even Nineteen, who had never touched the stove or touched the cooking utensils, shouldered the heavy responsibility of decoction, guarding the bubbling medicine jar every day, and his hands were burned several times, and the others even regarded themselves as a brick, where it was useful. Although it was hard work, everyone had no complaints, and watching the patients who had contributed to their strength recover little by little, they felt more relieved than sad.

But the boulder that crushed them rolled down the mountain without warning, and smashed their faith to smithereens.

On a moonlit night, after feeding the last patient with the decoction and comforting them, it was late at night, and after a few words of advice from the family, they went back to their rooms to sleep.

After closing his eyes for a moment, he heard a heart-rending cry from the wing room not far away-

"Dad, wake up!"

Almost at the same time, everyone opened their eyes, hurriedly put on their coats, and hurried towards that place. When Ji Changkong and Bei Ran arrived, the other patients and their families in the house had already woken up from their sleep, looking at the crying young man at a loss, and when they saw Ji Changkong coming, they hurriedly called him: "Doctor, take a look at this old man." ”

Ji Changkong stepped over and sat down on the edge of the bed in two steps, took the old man's shriveled hand and touched his pulse, this touch, he chuckled in his heart, and his right hand trembled slightly to probe his nose, and then, the little hope he had in his arms finally died, and finally had to say the words that even he couldn't believe.

"Old man, I'm sick."

"What !!" A group of people shouted at the same time.

There were voices in the room, and the sound of discussion was overshadowed by waves, and even Beiran froze in place, not knowing what to do for a while.

And the young man who had lost his relatives was full of grief and indignation, jumped up from the ground, and the anger in his heart overshadowed the fear of Ji Changkong, stared at him with a pair of copper bell-like eyes, grabbed his shoulders and shook desperately, and shouted: "Didn't you say that it can be cured, why is my father still like this?" Why?!!! ”

Ji Changkong moved his gaze back from the old man, looked at the man who was screaming excitedly in front of him, and recognized him as the first person to bring his family to seek medical treatment because of the epidemic, except for the Zhao family and his wife. Judging from his actions for many days, although this person has a hot temper and is quite unreasonable, he is undoubtedly a filial son.

Facing his questioning, Ji Changkong, who has always been calm, didn't know how to answer for the first time.

When Nineteen heard the movement here and rushed with a group of brothers, he happened to see this scene, he stepped forward and pushed the man away, shouting, "What are you doing! ”

Although the young man was strong and strong, he was still much weaker than a martial arts practitioner like Nineteen, and was pushed several steps by Nineteen and fell to the ground.

Nineteen looked into the room, and saw an old man with a yellow face and thin muscles lying on the bed by the window, the bones on his sunken cheeks were particularly prominent, his bloodless lips were gradually blue, and there was no life in sight, and his limbs were stretched straight, stiffly placed on the bed board that was not very wide, and in general, he walked quite peacefully. Seeing this, Nineteen almost understood what was going on.

In fact, the young man didn't really want to do anything to Ji Changkong, but the grief of losing his loved ones had nowhere to vent, so he put all the fire in his heart on the doctor who worked hard to save people.

He sat on the ground on the edge of the bed, holding the cold hand of the old man and trembling, and began to hug his head and cry again in a hurry, and a big man eight feet long cried in front of everyone.

At first, they only lamented the misfortune of the old man, and then began to learn the tone of the young man to accuse Ji Changkong, and they all said why he didn't save people as a doctor, and said that he was young, whether he had real skills, and was not an arrogant half-hanger, and some were clamoring and instigating everyone to transfer to the store for treatment, and they didn't want a group of people to crowd a big shop and wait for death.

The voices of doubt kept coming, and dozens of mouths spoke at the same time, which became a disturbing noise, which added to the congestion in the hearts of several people who were already depressed. The noise was so loud that it passed over the fence and into the courtyard next door, and the people who were housed there lit up one after another.

Bei Ran looked at the faces of these people in front of him, and his heart was sour, nothing else, he only felt wronged, but compared to her, it was Ji Changkong who should be wronged. She sniffed, looked at him with red eyes, and called softly, "Sir." But I saw that Ji Changkong's much thinner face was still unfazed, and it didn't seem to be affected by these voices.

These people in front of them don't know that Ji Changkong is fundamentally different from them, he is a god, from more than 100,000 years ago, these long and daunting years are the rise and fall of countless dynasties and the life and death of thousands of people. And he relied on his calm and almost ruthless reason to send off one comrade-in-arms after another in these life and death, and then led the rest of the people to win one battle after another, in exchange for today's peaceful and prosperous world, and the name "Liuchuan Jun" that the people of the Six Realms are awe-inspiring.

They don't know that "Liuchuan Jun" is the god of war, not a medical immortal, he has never lost a battle, and has never disappointed the heavenly soldiers and generals who have pinned their hopes on him, but for the way of curing diseases and saving people, it is just that he was seriously injured on the battlefield, in order not to add another burden to the military doctor immortal who has been busy to the point that his feet do not touch the ground, he used to heal his own injuries, and over time he figured out a little clever medical skills, and these have already been taught to everyone without reservation after the success of the experiment.

Now, this unknown epidemic has swept in, and Ji Changkong, whose medical skills are not his own strength, has done his best to treat these people who have never known their lives, and they still beat a rake and complain about their life-saving benefactors for no reason, which is really unreasonable.

And they ignore the most important point: God is tired.

Ji Changkong glanced at them lightly, and said to Zihui: "Prepare for the future and bury them well." Then he went straight out the door.

As soon as he left, Beiran immediately followed.

However, they have left here, and the ignorant crowd is still chewing the root of their tongues, and even when the protagonist is not there, what they say is becoming more and more rampant.

Rao is usually gentle-tempered seventeen couldn't bear it, clenched his fists and slammed the door, scolding them angrily.

"Do you people have a little conscience?! Ask yourself, have we taken a penny from you in the days you have been coming to the hospital to see a doctor? Is there a day when you don't have enough to eat and don't have enough clothes? And on what day did you go to bed later than we did, and wake up earlier than we do? Or when was the discomfort calling us and we didn't arrive in time? ”

"As you said, our young lady is just a young boy and girl who has just come of age, and she is also the pearl of the palm of the sky by the elders at home, and now she is wearing the coat of a savior to guard you day and night, and there has never been a word of complaint, but you said these words, are you eating by dogs?!"

"It's not that I'm exaggerating, if you weren't here today, but in any of the medical centers outside, I'm afraid you would have died a long time ago and didn't want to stay? Okay, if anyone doesn't want to be cured or wants to die, get out of it as soon as possible! ”

The words of the scolding made everyone speechless, and the bastards who had been shouting with their necks raised also lowered their heads, and Seventeen glanced at everyone, and saw that they all closed their stinky mouths, and snorted, "Wolf heart and dog lungs." Later, he and Nineteen slammed the door with the brothers in the village.