Chapter 227

Sunset Inn, Feiliu City

Chen Xiaoming's figure has stepped into the inn, but the people around him are stunned. An extreme chill rushes to his heart. Chen Xiaoming's words are still echoing before.

"Alas, killing is killing!"

With a sigh, an old man in the crowd broke the news. The people around him were silent, but they had the same general view as the old man.

In the center, Zhao Cheng regained his mind, took a hard sigh of relief, looked a little afraid in his eyes, and looked in the direction of the inn.

Thinking of the previous experiences of the two men and Chen Xiaoming, Zhao Cheng has a feeling that all living beings are chess and are under the control of each other.

It's like walking step by step and following each other's plan.

Zhao Cheng was in a panic. He was alert and afraid of Chen Xiaoming and others.

With a faint smile, Lv Liang swept the people in his eyes, found the people of the Inn at will, arranged the old man properly, and returned to the restaurant.

The onlookers dispersed, and Zhao Cheng and others did not stop. However, what happened today spread rapidly in Feiliu city.

As time went by, Chen Xiaoming was not affected much. After a day's rest, he chose to have a free clinic at the gate of the inn.

What he wanted was not to punish evil and promote good, and he didn't pay attention to the follow-up of Da Han and others.

The free clinic went very smoothly at the beginning, because many people came here with admiration. For a time, Chen Xiaoming lined up in front of the humble booth in front of the inn.

Ouyangqian stood behind her, while playing, listening to the relevant knowledge taught by Chen Xiaoming.

Lv Liang walked back and forth to maintain order.

For a time, the road in front of the inn was blocked, and the business of the medical center in the whole city suddenly decreased sharply.

However, Chen Xiaoming naturally won't care about this.

The free clinic was going on. Until the fifth day, Zhao Cheng came again. The Yamen followed him carrying the body of the man who had fled before.

Both of them didn't escape the bad luck of being killed, which can be regarded as the fulfillment of the sentence "take your life and spend your life".

Chen Xiaoming just glanced and ordered Lv Liang to bring the old man over.

In five days, although the old man did not recover completely, he also woke up. In addition to his weakness, he was able to get out of bed and walk.

At the moment, I saw my two sons die. For a time, I completely fainted. When I woke up again, I was crazy. I talked crazy and left. Everyone shouted my son all the way.

For this, Chen Xiaoming has no sympathy at all. Looking at each other's memory, there are not a few people who have been destroyed and killed by these people.

After Zhao Cheng and others met the old man, they didn't stop much. They saluted Chen Xiaoming and left again with the big man's body, as if the other party had deliberately brought the body.

Chen Xiaoming glanced at Zhao Cheng more and did not think much. He continued his free clinic.

There are millions of people in Feiliu city. Chen Xiaoming's free clinic lasted only half a month. As soon as the time came, Chen Xiaoming told Lv Liang to go out and refuse everyone.

With ouyangqian, he boarded the carriage again and went all the way to the east gate. Along the way, many people who were favored by Chen Xiaoming retreated to one side and made way.

Before long, when the carriage came to the city gate, a figure had been waiting here for a long time.

"Mr. Chen, please stay."

The figure is Zhao Cheng, the Chief Constable of Feiliu city. At the moment, he respectfully stands by the side of the carriage, hands folded, higher than his head, and bows to Chen Xiaoming.

"What's up?"

The lazy voice came from the carriage. Lv Liang, sitting in front of the carriage, lit up and stopped the carriage smoothly.

"Please go to Shangyong and save the 500000 lives."

With that, Zhao Cheng took out a thing from his arms and handed it to Lv Liang. Lv Liang looked at each other suspiciously and put the letter in his hand into the carriage.

Zhao Cheng's heart is rough and uneasy. He has personally experienced the other party's medical skills, otherwise he wouldn't come rashly this time.

The land of the golden mean is originally a fertile land. As the granary of the southeast of the sunset country, it is guarded by heavy troops. The general in charge of guarding the town is Zhao Cheng's uncle, Zhao Tianzong.

Originally, it was just guarding a place, not a war. Nothing would happen at all, but a plague broke out in the inexplicable Shangyong.

The plague threatened the lives of millions of people, and nearly 500000 people were isolated and confirmed to be infected.

Sunset, the famous doctors in China are all gone, but they are still helpless.

As a guard, if this matter cannot be solved, Zhao Cheng already knows the fate of his uncle.

"Want me to save you?"

A lazy voice came from the carriage. Zhao Cheng was happy in his eyes, but he bent down respectfully.

"Please, sir!"

"I can save you, but I have conditions."

A faint voice of words came out, and then a note came out of the carriage. Lv Liang took it and handed it to Zhao Cheng.

Respectfully took it over. Zhao Cheng was frustrated. The other party threw five million Liang at random. The conditions he put forward may not be completed.

Opening the note and glancing at the content above, Zhao Cheng's look was a little strange, but then he showed a happy look.

"Sir, but that's all?"

"Can you do it?"

Hearing Chen Xiaoming's words, Zhao Cheng breathed a sigh of relief and hesitated. He didn't waste time and directly responded for his uncle.

"Sir, I sincerely answer for my uncle."

"Uh huh."

There was no sound in the carriage. Chen Xiaoming took an interested look at the letter in his hand. Where he went was not going. He was on his way to the place of the golden mean.

Just trying to persuade him, Chen Xiaoming, that 500000 people's lives were not enough, so he added those conditions.

Since the other party should come down, Chen Xiaoming naturally doesn't mind going to have a look.

"Let's go."

With a light sound in his mouth, Lv Liang slowly drove the carriage towards the outside of the city gate. At the corner of the city gate, an old woman with white hair squatted in the corner, unkempt, and there were several weeds on her hair.

With dull eyes and a weed in his hand, he kept drawing something on the ground and murmuring "son" and "son", which made passers-by quite sympathetic.

The carriage passed by. Chen Xiaoming, who was sitting in the carriage, shook his head. The poor man must have something hateful. Good and evil are rewarded, which is not worthy of sympathy.

"Go, go to Shangyong!"