On the wedding night, Wang Ye has a mind-reading post-operative acting skills

Chapter 278: Chapter 278

But soon someone stood up and accused him of spitting blood and slandering the miracle doctor.

"It is said that the genius doctor hangs the pot to help the world, the doctor is benevolent, and he will not take a cent for our medical treatment! Such a good man with a bodhisattva heart and a heart for the people, you actually slander him? Aren't you afraid of retribution?"

"The medical skills of Miracle Doctor Yan are obvious to all of us! Although Miracle Doctor Yan is a little younger, he has superb medical skills and is superb! How can he cure people? Don't talk nonsense!"

"Yes! My uncle has been ill for many years. He has seen countless doctors and used countless medicines, but it has not been cured. It is only cured by the prescription of the doctor Yan."

"My uncle is too!"

"My second aunt is too!"

"..."

The fat man watched everyone scrambling to tell about his personal experience, and he said admiringly about the doctor, he couldn't help frowning, he didn't expect this yellow-haired boy to be so popular!

He got up cursing, walked to the stretcher, and threw off the flowered quilt covering it.

"You've all seen it clearly! Ah? You all opened your eyes and looked carefully! I didn't slander him! There are all witnesses and evidence! The facts are in front of you! But he can't help but deny it!"

Everyone followed the prestige and gasped one after another.

The person lying on the stretcher turned out to be a person!

A grey-haired, wrinkled, scrawny old woman with her eyes closed.

Her face was as gray as earth, like a dead person, her lips were black and purple, and there was a touch of dried white foam at the corner of her mouth.

It doesn't look like a living person...

For a moment, everyone looked at each other in blank amazement.

Is this really a dead man?
Was doctored to death?

But... that must not have been cured to death by the genius doctor Yan!
Soon, an old man who seemed to be upright stood up from the crowd, "You said that she was killed by the doctor Yan, what evidence do you have? Without evidence, it is slander!"

"That's right! You just bring a dead person over and say that he was cured by Yan's miraculous doctor? How can there be such a thing in this world?"

"There are so many of us, old and young, who have received the favor of the divine doctor Yan. Why are we all fine after being cured? You are the only one who has something to do?"

Seeing more and more people came forward to question, the fat man glared at them with an unkind expression, and took out a prescription from his pocket.

He shook his head arrogantly, as if he was confident, "Keep your dog eyes open and look carefully! This paper, this color, this handwriting, is it him? Ah? Did I wrong him?"

"The evidence is solid! You ignorant people! Shut up, you guys!"

Someone took out his own prescription and compared it. The paper, color, and handwriting were indeed made by the doctor himself.

Everyone looked stunned, could it be...

But they still don't want to believe it.

"Even if this prescription was prescribed by the genius doctor Yan, how can you prove that she died after taking the medicine on this prescription?"

"How do you know that you took the wrong medicine? How do you know that she didn't die because of him?"

"You can't even prove it was prescribed for her!"

"Maybe I got a prescription from a genius doctor who said it came from somewhere, and I'm framing the genius doctor here!"

"That's not true! It is said that the miracle doctor does not take a penny to treat the common people, but it makes some unscrupulous and black-hearted drugstores lose a lot of money! Is this a grudge against the miracle doctor?"

"It's very possible! It's just someone secretly holding grudges against the genius doctor and trying to frame him!"

The fat man originally had an arrogant and confident face, but when he heard this, his face changed slightly, and his eyes flickered a few times.

But soon, he put on a heartbroken expression, accusing everyone:

"You conspiracy theorists! You have read history books for a few more days and read some Jianghu travel notes, huh? Just spout nonsense here and speculate on people's hearts! It's really crazy!"

"Poor my old mother! She is 80 years old! After suffering all her life, now she can finally enjoy the blessings of her children and grandchildren, but she was killed by this quack doctor!"

"Mother! My mother! You are wronged! If there is a spirit under your spring, open your eyes and look at these indifferent faces! They cover up the murderer, they are accomplices! Mother, you died a miserable death ! You have to remember them!"

Everyone: "..."

Yunran watched the excitement for a long time like a bystander, and now his heart is like a mirror.

Glancing at the fat man who was kneeling on the ground crying, Yun Ran took two steps forward, looked down at him, and raised his eyebrows, "You said she was your mother?"

The fat man immediately raised his head and gave her a vicious look, "My mother was killed by a quack doctor like you! Even if my mother turns into a ghost, I won't let you go!"

"You said she was dead?"

Hearing this, the fat man's eyes flickered, and then he lay on the stretcher and cried loudly:
"Mother! Look at this quack doctor! He killed you without any remorse! In order not to bear the sins he committed, he still said such words!"

"Poor my old lady! You died so unjustly! In order to get justice for you, please forgive your son's unfilial piety, and I can't let you go to the grave for the time being! Ah! Mother!"

Yun Ran felt that his ghostly howls were too unpleasant!It was like ten male ducks quacking in their ears.

He kicked him, "Stop howling! If you howl any more, you won't be able to pretend to be a corpse!"

The wailing really stopped abruptly, and the fat man suddenly raised his head to look at Yunran with a shocked and unbelievable expression.

In the next moment, he pointed at Yun Ran, filled with righteous indignation, grief and anger, "What kind of fake corpse? What kind of pretense? You goddamn heartless yellow-mouthed boy! Isn't it enough to kill someone? You still want to spout blood here and slander the dead? "

"You don't even spare the dead? Do you still have humanity?"

"God! How can there be such a heartless person in the world! Hurry up and strike him with lightning!"

Yunran: "..."

After three seconds of silence (felt sorry for herself), Yun Ran kicked the fat man away, squatted halfway beside the stretcher, and stretched her fingers towards the old woman on top.

The fat man turned pale with fright and howled, "He wants to destroy the corpse! Stop him quickly! Quick!"

Suddenly, seven or eight strong men rushed out of the crowd, trying to pull Yunran away.

"Yan Miracle Doctor!"

"Young Master Yan, be careful!"

Amidst the exclamation of the crowd, Yun Ran's eyes were cold, and he flicked his sleeves with his backhand, and a gust of wind flew away, instantly overturning the seven or eight strong men who rushed up to the ground.

Everyone couldn't believe that they were knocked over by a yellow-haired kid who looked weak?
He got up from the ground as fast as he could and rushed towards her again.

Suddenly, a black shadow flashed across the sky, as if a meteor had been born.

Everyone couldn't see what happened at all, they only felt the light and shadow in front of them, and the cold wind was howling. The next moment, they were surprised to see the seven or eight strong men all fell to the ground sprawled, clutching their bodies and crying endlessly.

(End of this chapter)