Lin Wanjie lives in the mountains and is not isolated from the world.
Since someone wants to be cured, let’s do it.
"Send someone here."
"here?"
After a few days of care, the cabin on Daqing Mountain has begun to take shape.
A wooden bed is enough for treating people.
Lin Wan nodded.
The person who came didn't say much, and the patient was quickly brought over.
Before anyone arrives, the sound comes first.
I heard the patient curse and say: "The imperial eagle dog is so domineering! When I recover, I will definitely fight with him for three hundred rounds."
"What's going on?" Lin Wanjie asked.
The person carrying the white guest will repeat the story about today's visitor from Hangzhou.
When he said that Bai Ke had been severely injured by someone's attack, Bai Ke coughed and explained repeatedly: "That's me, I was unprepared, a sneak attack by a bitch!"
That's not what Lin Wanjie cares about.
He had actually heard of the name of the Metropolitan Procuratorate.
The Xiao family servants all like to talk about weird things when chatting among themselves.
I have heard the name of the Metropolitan Procuratorate several times. According to the powers of the Metropolitan Procuratorate, even if it is known in advance that there is a plague in Hangzhou, it should not be under the jurisdiction of the Metropolitan Procuratorate.
If they were here to encircle and suppress the White Lotus Sect, would seven people be missing?
Even a good player would obviously not be able to complete the task of annihilating the White Lotus Sect.
Obviously, the people from the Metropolitan Procuratorate came to Hangzhou for other things.
Lin Wanjie was startled, and the worries that had always been in her heart suddenly surged up.
Are the people investigating the imperial envoy here?
Look at the patient in front of you. The blue-shirted white guest who is known as the number 11 in the world was killed by someone from the Metropolitan Procuratorate with one move?
Lin Wanjie felt that he still had some abilities relying on his physical strength, but he would not be so inflated that he felt that he could compare with this man with a weak kidney who had been practicing martial arts since childhood.
Naturally, he cannot compare with the people from the Metropolitan Procuratorate.
Thinking about it, Lin Wanjie became more and more convinced that he was here to investigate the death of the imperial envoy, and he felt a little nervous.
Since Yu Jiaoer's death, few things have shaken Lin Wanjie's heart.
But after the tension, I quickly calmed down. Let’s not talk about whether those people can find me. Even if they do, can they still be found?
Lin Wanjie felt that living in seclusion in the mountains was a wise choice.
As long as the imperial envoy cannot find him and cannot contact the eldest lady, then the eldest lady is safe.
In this matter, Lin Wanjie was negligent.
The eagle dogs in the Metropolitan Procuratorate have never been able to reason with normal logic, and there are still variables in things.
At this time, Baike shouted: "Doctor, why are you standing there so stupidly? Oh, show me quickly, it hurts like hell..."
Lin Wanjie came back to his senses, not caring about the other party's bad attitude, and lowered his head to check his shoulder.
The injury was indeed serious, not only the bones were dislocated, but there was also the possibility of bone fractures.
But, bone setting is Lin Wanjie’s strength.
It's just that the green-shirted white guest is about to suffer a little.
When the bones were being set, Baike screamed in pain: "Ah, what! It's all because of this bitch, Lu Waner, who disclosed the prescription without authorization, which led to the current situation. According to my method, only people who join the White Lotus Sect can be cured. We have captured the city of Hangzhou a long time ago. The hawks and dogs of the Metropolitan Procuratorate are here, and our servants can drown them."
Lin Wanjie frowned and his hands became a little heavier.
Baike's pain worsened and he stared at Lin Wanjie: "Can you cure it? I'm going to die from the pain!"
"I heard people below talking about it. Some people suggested hiding the prescription and spreading malaria further. Isn't it your idea?"
"So what? This is the best strategy. The White Lotus Sect has the antidote for malaria. No matter where malaria breaks out, the White Lotus Sect can act as the savior. Not to mention Hangzhou, even Suzhou, Yangzhou, ah!"
Just listen to a crisp "click" sound.
Something is broken...
Bai Ke was sweating profusely, his face flushed, and he rolled his eyes and was about to faint at any time.
I don’t know what this man did, why is he in such severe pain?
"You, what did you do?"
"Treat the disease." Lin Wanjie said coldly.
"It hurts! I'm in pain now, even worse than before. Have you given me serious treatment?"
"Don't worry, Mr. Bai." The believer next to him said with a smile, "Doctor Lin is a miracle doctor, he can never make mistakes. He can even cure malaria, not to mention the young master's minor injury?"
"Hiss... No, no..." Baike felt more and more severe pain sweeping through his body, "Are you trying to hurt me on purpose? Why does it hurt so much?"
"Miss Wan'er said that Dr. Lin is a kind-hearted doctor and will never be careless in treating illnesses and saving lives."
"Yeah?"
Baike was a little skeptical, but he also knew about Lin Wanjie.
Not only did he treat the White Lotus Sect, but he also treated the people in Prince Jing’s Mansion.
He is a true healer without any selfishness or emotion.
But……
At this time, Lin Wanjie also smiled: "You are right, you can't be careless about treating diseases and saving people. But you also said, what I want to save are people. Not only can I not save things that are not human, but I can't save them very much. Might kill!”
Bai Ke reacted quickly and heard that the other party's words were alluding to him.
At the same time, he noticed a cold glint in Lin Wanjie's eyes.
Immediately circulate your zhenqi and stand up despite the pain.
But for him, who is known as the eleventh martial arts master, his anger is really a bit childish.
He never expected that Lin Wanjie would hold him down with only one hand.
The bull-like body had not exerted any strength yet, so it just grabbed his injured shoulder and squeezed it gently. The more severe pain instantly caused the energy in Baike's body to collapse, and he could no longer raise any strength.
All that was left was begging for mercy and screaming.
"Ah, help...he, he wants to kill me!"
"Spare me, let me go, I can't stand it anymore..."
The little believers around him were all dumbfounded and didn't know what was going on.
Lin Wanjie was holding a breath in his heart and had nowhere to vent.
His own prescription, the medicinal materials that Yu Jiaoer found at the risk of his life, this guy actually wants to monopolize it. Not only does he not save people, he also spreads the virus.
Who can bear it?
Such beasts don't deserve to live in the world!
today!
"I'll give you a ride!"
The emotions suppressed for many days were replaced by a heavy growl.
Lin Wanjie pressed Baike's shoulder with one hand and his head with the other. No matter how the man howled, he just pressed down hard until his head was pushed into the board!
Gradually, Baike stopped making any movement.
His skull was shattered and bleeding oozed.
"Lin...Doctor Lin, you killed Qingshan Baike."
Lin Wanjie looked at his bloody hands, feeling no guilt or self-blame, but rather excited.
Yu Jiaoer's death made Lin Wanjie sad and angry.
His sadness can be resolved by crying while no one is around.
But what about his anger?
Even though Lin Wanjie was living as usual, the anger in his heart was already on the verge of exploding.
Unfortunately, Bai Ke bumped into the muzzle of the gun.
After venting his anger, Lin Wanjie felt much better.
"This is a member of the White Lotus Sect. If you kill him, the White Lotus Sect will ask you to give an account."
A cold voice came, and the red-clothed leader Nangong Hongye appeared in front of Lin Wanjie at some point.
