"Yueyue..."
Zhan Qingyue turned to look at him, nodded to him solemnly, and then hugged and congratulated the boys beside her.
"Do you listen to me or not? I am a saint, a saint proclaimed by the Pope. Do talking like this sound like farting in your eyes?"
The few boys guarding the cell door did not dare to be careless and hurriedly came forward to open the cell door. Some of them immediately went to report to their immediate boss Delbo.
After Han Yiyun was released, he looked pale. Although he was injured, his spirit was not too serious.
"Yueyue, let's go together. There is no need to stay in this dirty place. In my opinion, this French country is not even as good as our Zhou Dynasty."
Listening to Han Yiyun's suggestion, Zhan Qingyue had no reaction at all. She solemnly waited until Han Yiyun finished speaking, then shook her head and forced a smile with difficulty.
"Brother Han, I can't run away now. I have to take care of it. This already rotten Fascist country, this sick country, will only make more innocent people unlucky. Now that we have encountered it, we can't just watch it. watching."
Han Yiyun was simply stunned by her terrible idea.
"Yueyue!"
He whispered her name, looking around, for fear that his rebellious words would be heard by others.
"Zhan Qingyue! Are you crazy? Can we take care of so many things? We want money but no money, and we want power but no power. Now it's easy for us to take over Qiuna's gang and try to squeeze us to death. Don’t be stupid about this!”
Han Yiyun became anxious when he saw that she was not moved at all. He lowered his voice and continued to persuade.
"Zhan Qingyue, I'm warning you, don't think that you can be tempted by power just because you have the space. Now you are a high-ranking saintly woman, inferior to one person in the entire country and superior to ten thousand people. You are incredible, but you need to ask yourself, Is this what you want,"
Zhan Qingyue did not answer his words. This place was full of spies from others. Once he made a mistake, he would not only harm himself, but also Han Yiyun.
"Brother Han." Zhan Qingyue's sparkling eyes were full of Han Yiyun: "I know you are doing it for my own good, but I ask you to listen to me on this matter. No one can stop me from what I want to do. Me, you know me, if I just leave like this, seeing those innocent people lose their lives because of this, I will feel very guilty, and I will not be able to sleep with an uneasy conscience."
Han Yiyun was so angry that his eagle-like figures were spitting fire as he gritted his teeth.
He raised his arms and shook Zhan Qingyue vigorously.
"Yueyue, do you know what nonsense you are talking about?"
Before Zhan Qingyue could answer this question, he suddenly heard someone shouting outside the dungeon.
"Saint, Saint, come out quickly. There is a noble here who was hit by a carriage and is about to die. Come out quickly and save his life."
Zhan Qingyue and Han Yiyun looked at each other in tacit understanding all night and quickly walked out of the dungeon.
When I came out, I found that many people had gathered around. Among them, several young men dressed as attendants were carrying a clothes rack and a stretcher. On the stretcher was a man dressed as an aristocrat, dripping with blood.
His legs were drooping, blood was still pouring from his nose, and his chest was rising and falling irregularly. It looked like he didn't have much time left.
"Saint, please save him quickly."
Many people nearby started to boo.
Zhan Qingyue's face was so gloomy that she was almost sinking to the point of sinking, and her delicate brows were so furrowed that they could pinch a fly.
"Everyone, please put this man on the bed and stop moving him. He has obvious internal injuries and you are not allowed to move him like this."
As soon as he finished speaking, the two boys carrying the stretcher were startled, and they couldn't wait to put the unit price on the ground slowly.
Zhan Qingyue twitched the corners of her mouth fiercely. Are these two boys having trouble with their ears or understanding?
Just then, Delpo emerged from behind the crowd.
Before he could speak, many onlookers started shouting.
"Saint, you are actually a saint recognized by the pope, so you should rescue this nobleman now under everyone's eyes, otherwise you are not a saint."
When Zhan Qingyue heard this, he immediately understood his feelings. This nobleman was just a pawn.
I just pitied him, he was unlucky enough to be turned into a pawn and suffered such a big crime. No matter whether I could save him or not, he might end up dead in the end.
Since someone has the intention to not let himself be this saint, then he has to save this nobleman.
Otherwise, let alone curing this sick society, I’m afraid we won’t even be able to see the sun tomorrow.
Zhan Qingyue clenched her back molars, waved her hands towards everyone and said, "Everyone, this is what you said. If I start to treat you soon, don't think it's too bloody one by one. Otherwise, don't blame me." polite."
Han Yiyun naturally knew at this moment that this was a game made by others.
The years of tacit understanding between the two made him reluctant to Zhan Qingyue and put himself in a dangerous place, let alone watch him fall into the trap set by others.
"Yueyue, let me help you. If you need anything from me, just ask."
Zhan Qingyue looked back at Han Yiyun and nodded to him solemnly.
With Han Yiyun's cover, Zhan Qingyue took out a lot of good medicinal materials from the space, and even used the anesthetics he developed himself.
He also gave the poor noble a small sip of spiritual spring water and hung his life.
After completing these basic treatments, Zhan Qingyue began to examine the noble's internal injuries.
Then, he took out a set of small and exquisite scalpels and disemboweled the noble in public. Everyone was horrified, but no one dared to speak at this time.
After two hours of surgery, this poor nobleman's internal and external injuries had been taken care of by Zhan Qingyue.
After the anesthetic wore off, the nobleman slowly woke up. He almost fainted from the pain of the wounds on his body.
Zhan Qingyue Jianzhuang injected a tube of anesthetic into him again.
"Okay, her injuries have been taken care of. Now we have to let her have a good rest. It will probably take half a day before she can wake up and talk normally."
After all, he had used so many good medicinal materials. If he didn't wake up, this nobleman could just die.
After half a day, as expected, the nobleman woke up and was able to express eloquently what was wrong with him.
This scene shocked everyone watching.
