Lin Wan had put a layer of powder on the face of the village chief's son Zhang Lixin before coming here. Now his face looked extremely pale, as if it were white paper.

Paired with his pathetic wailing voice, it looked extremely pitiful.

Seeing Zhang Lixin's miserable state, the onlookers couldn't help but stepped forward to ask.

"What's going on? What's going on?"

"It looks so miserable. Is it poisoning? Your face is so white and your lips are so purple?"

"Where did you come from?"

"It looks like I've been poisoned."

The village chief waved anxiously to the onlookers: "Get out of the way, get out of the way, life is at stake. My son has been poisoned, get out of the way, we are going to the Charity Hall!"

Life is more important than the sky. Even if these people are extremely curious, they still suppress the thoughts that are eager to explore in their hearts and make way for a small path that is not too wide.

Uncle Ma was driving the bullock cart, and the wheels were almost on fire.

Finally stopped at the Charity Hall.

Before the village chief could carry the person in, the clerk from the Charity Hall took the initiative to come out. The main reason was that Zhang Lixin's wailing voice was too loud to ignore.

Lin Wan was also running with her in the crowd, but her face was stained and she was not conspicuous in the crowd.

"What's going on?" The waiter from the Mercy Hall looked at his face and roughly made a judgment in his mind: he was poisoned.

But you always have to ask why.

The village chief asked several strong men nearby to carry Zhang Lixin in and place him in the back room of the Benevolent Hall, where there were all patients who were in serious condition and could not get up.

Zhang Lixin's wailing broke the silence in the back room, and the waiter couldn't help but remind him: "Be quiet and be patient, there are all patients here."

The old man on the hospital bed held his stomach in embarrassment and kept shouting: "It hurts, it hurts."

There were many clerks in the Charity Hall, and when Zhang Lixin was brought in, someone went to ask for a doctor.

When the doctor came and saw this situation, he quickly asked: "What exactly is going on?"

The village chief looked at the doctor with a white beard and felt a little panicked, but he still had the courage to speak: "I don't know, doctor, he just ate some white water chestnuts when he was aggravated, and it suddenly became like this."

"Water chestnuts?" The doctor was confused. He had never heard of this thing.

The village chief hurriedly took out the horse's hoof, but the roots on it were cut off.

The doctor looked at it, then opened it and smelled it. Looking at the man lying on the bed, he frowned: "How much has he eaten?"

"I didn't eat much, just half a bowl." The village chief said anxiously.

"Do you have anything else to eat?"

"No more. There's nothing left at home."

The people in Zhangjia Village also nodded.

The doctor signaled them to be quiet and stretched out his hand to feel his pulse.

The village chief looked at the doctor's hand on his son's wrist, and his heart trembled. What would he do if the doctor saw a flaw?

The village chief couldn't help but look back, but Lin Wan was not behind him.

At this moment, Lin Wan was mingling with the crowd at the entrance of the Benevolent Hall, listening to them talk about this matter.

"Do you know where the person who was sent today is from? I heard that he was poisoned by something he ate."

"Look at the ox cart, it's from Zhangjiacun." Lin Wan said.

"I didn't say before that there was a lot of food in their village..."

Before he finished speaking, the man was stabbed by the person next to him.

The man stopped talking and looked around while covering his mouth.Seeing that no one was paying attention, he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Let's see what the doctor says. I don't know if anyone will die."

Lin Wan listened to their discussion and lowered her eyes slightly. It seemed that the news of food in Zhangjiacun had spread throughout the town.

If this scene were done later, I'm afraid the village would be ransacked soon.

After a long time, the onlookers saw the doctor coming out of the back room and giving the village chief a prescription.

The village chief nodded and took it, and sat down on the stone steps next to the charity hall in despair, covering his face and crying.

The mournful cries gradually silenced the onlookers.

A kind-hearted man came forward and asked, "What's wrong? Are you crying so sadly? Doesn't the young man who just watched you send him in still have the strength to shout?"

"Yes, you can get through anything if you persist."

Some of them also had evil thoughts: "Isn't he dead?"

"You fart," the village chief stood up suddenly, with some tears on his face: "Your son is dead!"

The person who was scolded frowned, knowing that he was wrong, and did not raise his voice. He just said unconvinced: "Since your son is not dead, why are you sitting here crying?"

"Half of my life is gone even though I'm not dead. My good son will no longer be able to catch the cold or see the wind. Why can't I cry!"

The village chief was so angry that half of the street could almost hear his shouting: "I almost lost my son just because I ate such a crappy thing. The doctor from the Mercy Hall said that if I came too quickly, my son would be dead if he came too slowly." died!"

He angrily threw the horse hoof under his feet and crushed it angrily before patting his butt and returning to the Hall of Mercy.

"It's so pitiful. I thought Zhangjiacun had found Baolai, but I didn't expect to find Poison."

"Yes, these people are very courageous. If the food on this mountain was edible, it would have been dug up long ago. Are we still waiting for them?"

"Yes, it's pitiful." Lin Wan sighed.

Seeing that there was no excitement, everyone gradually dispersed.

Lin Wan took a deep look at the Hall of Mercy, locked eyes with the village chief, and turned back.

Before coming, Lin Wan gave Zhang Lixin some medicine to promote defecation. Those medicines were exchanged at the mall and were quite cold. The doctor couldn't tell anything when checking his pulse.

I only felt sorry for Zhang Lixin, who took three meals of bitter medicine to feel better.

The next day, the doctor at the Charity Hall saw that nothing happened and asked the village chief and his family to go back.

Uncle Ma went to pick it up early and parked it very conspicuously at the entrance of the Benevolent Hall. If someone came to ask what it was about, he didn't answer much, but he said all the key words.

When the charity hall opened and the village chief and his family took the car back, there was a lot of buzz in the town about Zhangjia Village.

Some people also added a lot of details in it, saying that they had noses and eyes. They only said that the people in Zhangjia Village were very hungry and found some dark and ugly fruits to make food, and almost killed people by eating them.

As soon as the village chief returned to the village, Lin Wan took several tied-up people to the village chief's house.

"Village Chief!" Lin Wan knocked on the door, and Zhang Bai let him in.

Since the misunderstanding was solved last time, the good relationship between the two has made the village chief a little jealous of Lin Wan.

"Sister-in-law," Lin Wan greeted and asked her sons to escort everyone in.

Zhang Bai exclaimed and looked at several people: "What's going on? They look angry, don't they look like people from the village?"

The village chief rushed out when he heard the commotion. He didn't know if the news about Zhangjiacun had spread in the town, so he specially left someone there to inquire.

Hearing the commotion, he thought it was someone inquiring about information who had returned. Unexpectedly, he saw several big men tied up all over the place in his yard. He asked doubtfully: "Is this?"

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