A faint light flashed in Song Wanyue's eyes and kicked Mrs. Yuan. Mrs. Yuan staggered and leaned back.

The maid who wanted to take advantage of the chaos to hurt Song Wanyue was shocked. It was too late to take back the weapon. With a puff, she stabbed Mrs. Yuan's body.

"lady!"

The maid was shocked and wanted to pull it out but didn't dare. She hurriedly let go of her knife and hugged Mrs. Yuan.

The mourning shed was in chaos.

Yuan Cheng and Yuan Tong rushed in and saw the blood on the ground. Yuan Cheng's head buzzed.

"mother!"

Yuan Tong was heartbroken, "Doctor, go and invite the doctor!"

"I am the doctor." Dr. Yao said as he endured the pain on his body.

A corner of the collapsed spirit shed hit his shoulder, and now his right arm is numb.

"Save my mother, save my mother!" Yuan Tong roared.

Doctor Yao didn't dare to move. If he moved, the entire spiritual shed would collapse.

Yuan Cheng roared at the servant who was frightened and stunned, "Why are you still standing there?"

Several servants ran in panic and lifted up a corner of the collapsed spiritual shed.

Doctor Yao sat on the ground in pain. His right hand drooped, but asked Song Wanyue with concern, "Miss Song, are you okay?"

Song Wanyue was also hit, but she was short and was gently hit on the top of her head.

There was a cold light in her eyes and she shook her head, "I'm fine."

"Then help me up, I..."

"I'm afraid you won't need it."

Seeing the coldness in her voice, Dr. Yao looked at her in surprise.

Song Wanyue curled her lips coldly and looked at Yuan Cheng, "Mr. Yuan is such a plan! What a pity, my life should not be lost."

Yuan Cheng didn't see clearly in a hurry just now. He thought Mrs. Yuan had been hit and said angrily, "Song Wanyue, don't swear!"

"Did I swear by it? Just go see your wife?"

Only then did Yuan Cheng look at Mrs. Yuan in the maid's arms, and blood flowed out from her back.

Yuan Cheng's expression changed drastically.

"What else can I say to Mr. Yuan?"

Song Wanyue asked coldly.

Yuan Cheng's mind was buzzing.

Yuan Tong also saw it and his face turned pale in an instant.

Several yamen runners also surrounded him and saw the scene in front of him, their faces changed.

"It's important to save people first."

Doctors are kind-hearted, and Doctor Yao couldn't bear to see Mrs. Yuan bleed and died.

"Yes, yes, yes, save people first, save people first."

Several yamen runners hurriedly helped to plead.

Yuan Cheng took a deep breath and looked at them with a deep look. Although he was unwilling to do so, he said it clearly, "As long as you save my wife, Min'er's affairs will be written off."

"Take the person outside first, and never touch a sharp weapon."

The maid was completely scared and paralyzed. When she heard Dr. Yao's words, she didn't move for a while. Yuan Tong carefully took the person over and took him outside.

Dr. Yao stood up with his left hand on the ground and struggled. As soon as he walked to the entrance of the spirit shed, Mrs. Zhang hurried from a distance with two maids, "Full Yuan..."

Before he finished shouting, he saw the short knife on Mrs. Yuan's waist and screamed in fear, "How could this happen?"

Song Wanyue narrowed her eyes.

Doctor Yao had already walked to Yuan Tong, and supported her with his left hand to take her pulse.

Mrs. Zhang was so scared that she dared not come forward. Her lips opened and closed, trying to say something, but she didn't say a word.

Song Wanyue glanced at her.

Mrs. Zhang took several steps back as if she was frightened.

Dr. Yao let go of his hand, "Find a place to flatten the person. The sharp weapon needs to be pulled out immediately, otherwise there will be life-threatening worries."

"Go to my house."

Yuan Min’s mourning hall is located in the front yard, and Yuan Tong’s yard is in the second yard, which is relatively close to each other.

"Miss Song, bring my medicine box."

When Song Wanyue came out, she had already taken out the medicine box. Hearing this, he looked at Dr. Yao's right hand, and saw that it was still drooping weakly, and said, "I'll go."

"No, although the weapon is not a big hit, it should be pulled quickly, which is very dangerous to the patient. You are young and don't have the strength, so I'll do it."

"You lift your right hand first."

"It's just temporary, just get inside the house."

Song Wanyue obviously disbelief and speeded up and followed.

Dr. Yao was anxious. He didn't tell the truth just now. Although the sharp weapon did not hurt the vital points, Mrs. Yuan was weak. If she was not careful, Mrs. Yuan might not be able to wake up again.

Dr. Yao did not allow Song Wanyue to participate because he was afraid that something would really happen, so he had to take it on his own.

"You stop! No..."

He wanted to chase after him, but he didn't walk so fast that he was sweating profusely.

The yamen runner who lent Song Wanyue's waist knife walked a few steps to support him, "I'll help you over."

Dr. Yao didn't bother to say anything grateful and hurried into Yuan Tong's house with him.

Song Wanyue had already opened his medicine box, and Dr. Yao hurriedly stepped forward to stop her, "I'll do it."

"You need to cut off the clothes around the patient's wound when drawing the knife, which is not suitable for you."

"Doctors are kind, I..."

"Don't let yours and mine..."

While pulling the medicine box, Song Wanyue kicked a stool to him, "Sit here for a rest."

After saying that, he found a bottle of golden sore medicine in his hand, and walked to the bed while instructing Yuan Tong, "It is necessary to be absolutely quiet when drawing the sword in a while. Look at these people and don't let them make a sound."

Yuan Tong opened her mouth. Even if Song Wanyue said she could be good at medical skills, she was just an eight or nine-year-old child. If...

Seeing his hesitation, Song Wanyue glanced at him and handed the golden sore medicine in front of him, "Come on!"

Yuan Tong was so scared that he took a few steps back and asked him to go to the death for Mrs. Yuan. He asked him to draw a sword for Mrs. Yuan, and it was impossible to kill him.

Song Wanyue walked to the edge of the bed, put the golden sore medicine on the bed, lowered her head, grabbed the clothes on Mrs. Yuan's wound with both hands, and thorned it open.

Yuan Tong, Doctor Yao and the yamen runner who helped him in hurriedly turned around.

Song Wanyue picked up the golden sore medicine, opened the bottle stopper, and handed it to the stunned Master Yuan, "I said sprinkle, just sprinkle all the medicine in this bottle."

Mr. Yuan's hand trembled slightly when he grabbed the porcelain bottle.

Song Wanyue took a deep breath, gently grabbed the hilt of the knife with both hands, and pulled it out suddenly, "Spray!"

The blood splashed out, spraying Mr. Yuan’s face. Mr. Yuan closed his eyes and sprinkled the golden sore medicine.

Bang!

Song Wanyue threw the short knife on the dressing table beside the bed, "The person is fine, he can't die."

Master Yuan opened his eyes, and blood filled his eyes. His body softened and he fell to the ground.

Song Wanyue ignored him, walked over to the table, and sat on another stool.’

Yuan Tong turned around and was startled to see Master Yuan’s face full of blood. He struggled to help him up and took out a handkerchief to wipe him.

Mr. Yuan took it and wiped it bit by bit. His mind was filled with the scene of blood splashing out just now.

Song Wanyue's cold voice rang in the ears of the father and son, "Are we talking here or go back to the county government to say in front of Master Qingtian?"
Chapter completed!