Song Qingchao had no time to bother with Lin Tingwan.
The people around her were also close to collapse!
How could someone with mild symptoms suddenly go into shock? This was abnormal!
Song Qingchao tried to keep her wits about her, biting her lip as her hands continued to move, but her gaze searched for a reassuring figure.
She couldn't find a single bright spot in the surging crowd.
She felt a wave of helplessness.
She shouldn't be like this.
But now, she had only one thought.
It was to make the person beneath her live.
No matter what his condition, she wanted him alive.
"Miss Song!"
As Song Qingchao heard this, she snapped her head up.
Sweat trickled from her forehead into her eyes, making her vision blurry.
But she knew her hope had arrived!
"Quick, come!" Song Qingchao's voice was a little hoarse, tired yet excited.
Bai Youan pushed through the crowd and rushed to her side, asking for details about the situation.
Song Qingchao couldn't make an accurate judgment.
Only when the person on the ground managed to take a breath did she collapse onto the ground.
It was Lin Tingwan who spoke first, "They must have eaten something they're allergic to!"
She crawled over, her face deathly pale, using two fingers to turn the person's head, "Look, the rash, the swollen throat, and the fever."
Bai Youan nodded in understanding. After a brief pulse check, he was about to take out his silver needles from his embrace.
But he was stopped by a large man behind him who grabbed his shoulder and dragged him back.
The man grumbled, "You medics killed someone! Get lost!"
Song Qingchao was about to raise her hand to push the man away.
But Bai Youan was faster.
He placed his left hand on the man's shoulder, twisted, and then sent him flying back.
"Scram!"
His light-colored pupils were filled with ferocity, his murderous intent unconcealed.
This was the first time Song Qingchao had seen him like this...
The big man still wanted to advance. This time, Song Qingchao didn't indulge him.
She directly flung out her Nine-Clawed Hook, wrapping it around him, and then threw him far away, dispersing the successive people who tried to rush in.
She watched as Bai Youan slowly helped the person sit up, pricking specific acupoints like Renzhong, Zusanli, and Neiguan with silver needles.
"Mr. Bai, you can rest assured."
She gently pressed the back of her hand to her forehead and weakly addressed the disruptive crowd, "This is the last time I'm saying this, maintain order."
Song Qingchao's serene demeanor did not intimidate the ravenous crowd.
She twisted her neck and sighed, "Honestly, I really don't want to resort to violence with you."
The leader sneered, "You're a delicate young lady, don't get involved here. I advise you to leave quickly, lest you injure yourself!"
The surrounding people joined in the mockery, "This sword is so heavy, don't your arms ache from carrying it?"
Even the onlookers expressed their concern, "Miss Song, you should not contend with these people. Let your guards handle this."
This was for her own good.
But Song Qingchao didn't particularly want to accept this advice.
Because she observed that most people were extremely agitated.
If Siwu Liu hadn't been holding them back, they would have been consumed by the crowd long ago.
Song Qingchao let out a "heh," and then flexed her wrists.
She hadn't exercised much recently.
Because it wasn't worth her effort.
She gently extended her arm forward and beckoned, "Come."
The burly man swung his arm, "Do you really think I'm afraid of you!"
Song Qingchao lightly stepped forward to engage, but Lin Tingwan tugged at her skirt.
She turned her head, "What is it?"
Lin Tingwan's face was paler than ever, "Heroine, can you manage? Don't push yourself. If you can't, call others."
Song Qingchao gave her a reassuring smile and dismissed it with a casual "It's fine" as she delivered a side kick.
She turned back fiercely, looking at the man she had kicked away, "Are you trying to attack me when I'm not paying attention?"
Song Qingchao gently pulled her skirt hem from Lin Tingwan's grasp with one hand.
The silk material was quite smooth.
"You guys..." Her beautiful peach blossom eyes narrowed, "You're truly shameless."
The man clutched his chest, propping himself up on the ground, his face contorted in pain, "The doctor hit me! There's no justice!"
As he said this, even Song Qingchao couldn't help but laugh.
She relaxed her wrists and smiled, pointing at herself, "You say I'm a doctor? You really have dog eyes."
"All scumbags!" The man spat on the ground.
Song Qingchao, with a smile, kicked him again, turning him around. She never indulged bad behavior.
She squatted down, hugging her knees, and looked up at the man's contorted, ugly face with an innocent expression, "Tell me, who sent you?"
The man spat directly at her.
Fortunately, Song Qingchao dodged quickly, otherwise, that mouthful of thick phlegm would have landed on her face!
Truly disgusting!
She tilted her head, the smile on her lips gradually turning unsettlingly wide.
But her tone remained light, "You'll never shed tears until you see your coffin."
She withdrew her hand from her sleeve, producing a handkerchief, and moved it towards the man's face. Then, timing it perfectly, she released her grip.
The handkerchief, fragrant with pear blossoms, drifted down onto the big man's face.
The moment it landed, Song Qingchao slapped him, "It's truly thankless to save scumbags like you."
"How dare you say the medicine you used was good! I saw with my own eyes you cut corners! For personal gain, you disregarded our lives, what are your intentions!" The man's words became increasingly forceful, "My brother died because of you! I thought you would stop, but you're still the same! Just like that surname Xiang!"
His words seemed to trigger something.
The crowd, which had begun to calm down, erupted in chaos once more.
Some even hurled their medicine bowls at them, "What are you giving us to drink! You're harming the innocent! You're truly useless!"
"We all saw it! The herbs you used to make the medicine were all moldy!"
"Are our lives not lives! It's not like we didn't pay you!"
"Murder for profit!"
She stood up indifferently,
Blocking a bowl thrown at Bai Youan with her hand.
"Hiss..."
She looked down at her cut hand and smiled even more coldly, "Truly a thankless task..."
She looked up at the impassioned crowd and spoke softly, "I saved a bunch of ungrateful wretches."
The clamor and wails filled her ears.
The violent string in Song Qingchao's heart was about to snap.
She was not a benevolent person, truly not.
Her foot pressed harder onto the man's chest, her hands also busy.
The Nine-Clawed Hook accurately struck everyone who attempted to cause trouble and advance.
"Tell me, who sent you?"
She had expected this farce to end with her single-handedly overpowering them, but accidents always came before plans.
After Zhou Zhengxi pushed Xiang Yunling forward.
All the people's anger surged towards him...