The crowd surrounded Xiang Yunling.
If it weren't for Zhou Zhengxi protecting him, there wouldn't even be a speck of his wheelchair left.
The four, five, and six, who had been shoved aside, scrambled to their feet in a panic.
Song Qingchao's emotions also reached their peak at this moment.
There were still people lying unconscious on the ground, and yet, they were disregarding them and blocking the doctor from examining them.
The hand at her side clenched tighter and tighter.
These people had thanked her yesterday, and now... now?
"No need to show mercy, just don't let them die," she instructed the four, five, and six.
After the four, five, and six nodded, the scene gradually began to stabilize.
They dragged the people who were shouting and wailing outwards, like peeling a pomegranate.
One layer after another, one entangled another, with red juice squeezed out between the skin and the flesh.
Until finally, the core in the center, which had been surrounded, was exposed.
Song Qingchao's eyes also turned red from the splashing juice.
A young medicine boy shielded Xiang Yunling, while Zhou Zhengxi angrily pushed away the people who rushed forward.
Everyone's expression was furious, but Xiang Yunling still maintained that look of detachment from worldly affairs.
Song Qingchao suddenly felt he was inexplicably harmonious in this temple, not at all out of place.
He was even more serene than all the Buddhas.
Indeed.
What could be greater than a god who truly descended to save the world?
Song Qingchao walked to his side, cautiously eyeing everyone.
"Xiang Yunling! What will you use to repay what you owe us!"
"I shouldn't have believed you! What did you give us to drink!"
"A life for a life!"
Song Qingchao wanted to step forward, to defend him.
She knew what kind of days Xiang Yunling and Bai You'an had lived through during that period.
Under immense pressure, even sleeping for an hour felt like a sin!
And now, they were being slandered like this!
It was truly unbearable!
Song Qingchao couldn't stand it anymore, she really couldn't!
Song Qingchao swung the nine-clawed hook in her hand, but Xiang Yunling caught the rope with his bare hands.
"What are you doing?" she asked, staring at his bleeding hand in confusion.
Song Qingchao simply threw the nine-clawed hook aside, preparing to tear into them with her bare hands.
But she was directly hugged by the bruised and battered young medicine boy, "Sister, please listen to Master!"
Song Qingchao truly couldn't understand.
They were being bullied to their doorstep, and they still cared about face.
"I understand that you don't trust me, but Xiang has done his best. Facing an unknown disease, I am as fearful as everyone else."
"I am heartbroken and guilty for all the lives lost in this ordeal."
"I wanted to save everyone."
"I have done everything I could."
"But I am not a god."
Xiang Yunling stated, lowering his head, his voice trembling at the end.
"Regarding the past, Xiang has explained and does not wish to say more. The clear will naturally become clear."
"But now."
Xiang Yunling said, leaning on the young medicine boy's hand to support himself as he stood up.
His face was pale, and cold sweat dripped from his forehead into the special cotton mask.
He was trembling all over, yet he still tried to stand steady and bowed deeply. "It is I who have failed you all. If you demand a life, I can give mine. But I cannot now, for there are still people who need me."
After speaking, his legs gave out, and even with the young medicine boy's support, he could barely stand.
The anger on the faces of the crowd subsided a little.
They were actually fine physically.
It was just... just that their minds were clouded by fear.
The moment Xiang Yunling was about to collapse, Song Qingchao caught him.
"Young Master Xiang, only those with clear minds can understand that the clear will become clear."
Xiang Yunling was helped back into his seat.
However, his gaze was no longer on the crowd.
Following his gaze, Song Qingchao met Lin Tingwan, who had stood up on the other side of the crowd.
She shouted loudly, "Everyone, look clearly! These people lying on the ground now, have you ever been in this condition! If not, then disperse! By gathering like this, do you want to live or die!"
This shout made the people's gaze shift downwards.
They indeed had not been like this...
"It seems true that we haven't..."
"But he did diagnose someone to death..."
Song Qingchao breathed a sigh of relief and said in a hoarse voice, "Disperse first, saving lives is paramount."
Seeing that the people still hadn't moved,
Song Qingchao added, "If you don't let go, then you go and save them. If you don't save them, it's no different from murder."
Her words were forceful, devoid of any warmth.
The people looked at each other, then parted to make way.
Allowing the young medicine boys to take over.
Only then did Lin Tingwan collapse out of exhaustion.
In this underdeveloped ancient era, her medical skills could only achieve so much.
She really wanted to cry.
Was transmigration really that fun?
Being a strong female lead, having a golden finger, it wasn't that easy.
Alone in this chaotic world, even surviving was a luxury.
Even if she later had a home and became the daughter of a wealthy merchant.
And helped her father become immensely rich.
But that wasn't what she did.
Ancient people were not that stupid.
With five thousand years of Chinese civilization, if everyone were as foolish as pigs, how could there be such a profound history...
She had always been cautious, afraid of stepping into the abyss with a wrong step.
Everything around her seemed to blur.
She couldn't see clearly.
But through this white, hazy crowd, she met a pair of pure eyes.
Those eyes were very cold, as if a single glance would plunge one into the heart of winter.
Why would eyes be like that?
Lin Tingwan couldn't help but wonder, what had he experienced?
But she felt that Song Qingchao needed her now.
At the same time, Xiang Yunling also needed her.
Lin Tingwan stepped forward.
Her voice lacked its usual liveliness, but it was spoken with great earnestness.
"Our medication is absolutely fine. The reason these individuals are experiencing adverse reactions is because they consumed food they shouldn't have, thus causing an allergic reaction."
"It's like how some people cannot eat eggs; as soon as they eat them, they faint or develop a rash. This is related to individual constitution. Because everyone's constitution is different, the types of antigens, or allergens, are also diverse. It could be dust, pollen, certain medications, or food. Once ingested, the onset of illness can be rapid, with symptoms appearing in a short period. If consumed in excess, it can even be life-threatening."
Lin Tingwan pointed at the people lying on the ground. "I don't know what could make them risk their lives to do this, but I can swear on my identity as the eldest daughter of the Lin family. Our medication is absolutely fine!"
Her hand, raised in an oath, was placed beside her face. "I believe Doctor Xiang."
Her voice gradually became more earnest.
"When dealing with any disease, being too fearful or too dismissive is not the correct attitude. We need to remain rational, face the epidemic positively, and not cause trouble here."
Song Qingchao also stood beside her.
She pulled down Lin Tingwan's hand. "If a commotion can solve problems, then by all means, proceed. You only have one life, so consider it carefully."
She paused. "You reap what you sow. I hope you will not regret your actions today."