Judicial Doctor, Wild Princess

The coachman started to drive, Liu Wei quickly changed his clothes inside the carriage.

The escorting Zhenge Sect soldiers thought it was epilepsy, but the other children said it was not epilepsy.

He could only rest on the spot and send some people to report to the general. It would be best if he could send a doctor to follow him.

Because Xiaoli had seen the mutated bugs in the Qujiang County before, and his mother had said that those who made the mutated bugs could be the culprits behind the disappearance of the young children, Xiaoli felt that he should first look for his mother.

Pearl had called out to Rong Ling for a long time just to tell him that someone had been implanted with a little bug.

However, Rong Ling did not understand, and Pearl felt that Rong Ling was very useless, so she went to look for him herself.

The carriage travelled for four hours, galloping at top speed. Only then did it exit the city gates and arrive at the location of the incident.

Once he got out of the carriage, Liu Wei felt something like a ball flying towards him. Liu Wei caught it instinctively and called out to her: "Father."

Liu Wei hugged Xiaoli along the way, and then saw Rong Jindong who was behind Xiaoli. Liu Wei was startled for a moment, then bent down and called out: "You are Xiao Gui?"

Rong Jindong did not know this very fair and clean looking uncle, but he heard Xiaoli's little brother call him "father"? Who was this person?

Rong Jindong was very uneasy, but seeing Xiaoli's little brother hanging by his neck, he felt that Uncle Bai Jing was not a bad person.

He lowered his head and nodded honestly, "I am …"

Liu Wei raised his hand and caressed his head: "My Xiaoli didn't give you any trouble did she?"

Rong Jindong felt that the hand on his head was soft, light and comfortable, and couldn't help but want to rub it. But then, he realized that this was too disrespectful, and he could only stand there stiffly, vague words: "Little Brother Xiaoli … "Very powerful."

Liu Xiaoli immediately said complacently: "Father, Brother Xiaojin said I'm powerful."

Liu Wei knocked on Xiaoli's head: "He is being polite!"

Xiaoli held his head, not knowing why Brother Xiaojin was being so polite, he said: "Brother Xiaojin, this is my father, don't be so polite."

Hearing Xiaoli's brother admit that this was really his father, Rong Jindong became even more confused, "You … Why do you have two fathers? "

"I only have one father." Xiaoli said crisply.

"Then …" Rong Jindong looked at Liu Wei, and then looked at Third Uncle who was being surrounded by a group of Zhenge Sect soldiers walking towards the horse carriage.

Liu Wei chuckled, he had a very good impression of this little boy who was five years older than his son.

Liu Wei put Xiaoli down, holding onto Xiaoli with one hand and Rong Jindong with the other, they quickly walked towards Rong Ling.

Rong Jindong was embarrassed at first, but after that small palm was stuffed into her warm palm, she didn't want to let go.

Rong Jindong had never had a mother ever since he was born, so he had never known the temperature at which his mother would personally heat up. However, right now, he felt that although this Uncle Bai Jing was a man, the hands of "Uncle Bai Jing" and his imagined mother felt like they were real.

He couldn't help but look at the delicate hand that was holding onto him, unable to shift his gaze away.

Liu Wei walked over, and Rong Ling also heard the situation from the soldiers. The two of them looked at each other, and the leader of the soldiers brought them to a stop in front of five large carriages, and said to one of them: "They are inside."

Liu Wei lifted the curtain and saw nine young boys huddled together inside.

Behind the boys, there was a boy lying on his back with unstable breathing. He was constantly moaning in pain, and the nine boys were like guards, tightly protecting the boy who was suffering from the disease.

At the same time, they used a vigilant gaze to look at the strangers outside the carriage. Every single one of their small bodies was stretched taut.

Liu Wei glanced at them, then let go of the carriage curtain and asked the leader of the soldiers, "Are these children always like this?"

The leader of the soldiers nodded. "Ever since we saved them, they have always been together."

Liu Wei asked: "The others are the same?"

With a sigh, the soldier walked to the carriage and lifted the curtain.

Inside the carriage were ten little girls. These little girls were huddled together as well, looking at the people outside with terrified and uneasy gazes.

Even though there were people who said that they would bring them to their parents and would even send them food everyday, they could not trust them. They could only trust their little friends.

Liu Wei's eyes revealed coldness, not towards these children, but towards the person who kidnapped these children!

These children were still too young.

Some children at this age could neither speak nor walk, but they had already learned fear and fear.

The sick child was stuck in the innermost area. They had to take the child in front of them before they could see the child behind them.

But the soldiers had tried. The soldiers had wanted to leave the sick child alone in the other carriage, but the children had refused.

Liu Wei said to Rong Ling with a slightly sunken expression: "Take your people away, child is afraid."

Rong Ling said indifferently, and instructed the people of the Zhenge Sect to back away at least a kilometer away.

When everyone had retreated, Liu Wei pulled open the carriage's curtain once again. Instead of entering, he pushed Xiaoli and Rong Jindong.

Xiaoli understood his mother's intentions clearly, but Rong Jindong only needed to follow Xiaoli's little brother.

The two of them climbed into the carriage, and Liu Xiaoli said to the children: "Hello."

The nine children looked at Xiaoli warily, not relaxed for even a moment.

Xiaoli crawled forward two steps.

However, he was stopped by a shout: "Don't come over."

It was a shaky voice. The voice was a bit hoarse and it even had a slight tremble.

The one who spoke had a face full of dirt and grime. Looking at the child who was not even three years old, he extended his stubby little hand in a posture of resistance. His little face was filled with fear.

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