After raising the incense, Ye Fan pushed Ye Zhen east down the mountain.

However, this time, there was no return on the same road, so Ye Zhendong asked Ye Fan to follow the crowd down the mountain from the main road.

It was almost noon, and many people who had finished the morning fragrance began to go down the mountain, taking photos, chatting and laughing, and the journey was very lively.

Ye Fan and Ye Zhendong felt the breath of fireworks and were in an unprecedented mood.

"Wow—" But when the two of them were halfway through, they suddenly heard shrill crying coming from behind, getting louder and closer.

Ye Fan subconsciously turned his head and looked over, and saw a family of five coming down from the mountain.

Two old men, a young couple, and a baby of several months.

The two old men looked cold, the young husband looked impatient, and the mother was full of anxiety, constantly coaxing the baby in her arms.

However, although the young mother tried her best to comfort the child and stuffed her a warm bottle, the baby kept vomiting out and her crying was always shrill and creepy.

Ye Zhendong frowned slightly: "Is this crying so badly, right?"

The crying sound is no less than a knife stabbing into the pig's throat.

Not only Ye Fan and the others thought so, but the other tourists also looked at the big family one by one.

Seeing everyone curiously scrutinizing them, the mother-in-law in red dress raised her face and slapped her daughter-in-law: "No useless things can be coaxed by a child, so we can eat our rice for nothing."

She looked at the baby girl with disgust: "Shut up, or throw her away."

The bald father-in-law also snorted: "It's okay to eat rice for nothing, having a baby and having a girl is simply a sin in his previous life."

"My mom and dad, please tell me less."

The young husband stopped his parents from sarcasm, but then shouted at his wife: "Don't you let the child shut up?"

Do you want the whole world to see our old Li family jokes?"

The young mother almost fell down after being beaten, with a few fingerprints on her face, but she did not resist.

She just kept shaking the child, hoping that the child could stop crying.

Obviously, I have been obedient for a long time.

Seeing this scene, many tourists frowned slightly on the way, and several mothers were even more angry. If they were not pulled by their families, they would stand up and say justice.

"Go away, go away."

The mother-in-law in red pushed her daughter-in-law: "It's embarrassing."

The family keep moving forward.

Although passers-by don’t like it, it’s an internal matter and it’s hard to get involved. I can only shake my head and sympathize with the young mother.

"stop!"

When they were about to walk past Ye Fan, Ye Fan suddenly stood forward and blocked the way for the red-clothed mother-in-law and the others.

Seeing Ye Fan stand up, Bald Father-in-law and the others were startled, and then shouted angrily: "You are sick, blocking our way, what are you going to do?"

"I'm not sick, but you're sick."

Ye Fan's eyes turned cold: "And it's all mental illness."

The bald father-in-law was very angry: "Bastard, who gave you the courage to scold us? Believe it or not?"

The young father also stared at Ye Fan and shouted: "I want you to apologize immediately, otherwise I will make you look good."

"Call you guys?

Do you think it's a scolding?

This is the truth.”

Ye Fan confronted him: "If you weren't sick, why did you take such a heavy blow to your child, making her cry heart-wrenchingly?"

"Take a heavy move?

What's the meaning?"

"Is this family abused the child?"

"It's entirely possible. At first glance, he prefers boys over girls, and the child is so painful that he can't coax him."

As soon as Ye Fan finished speaking, dozens of tourists around him were immediately in an uproar. While surrounding him came to take photos, they started to discuss.

The red-clothed mother-in-law's face changed drastically, and then she shouted: "High hand, what heavy hand?

Don't slander people randomly."

"We didn't beat a child. She cried and made a fuss. She was hungry and tired. It was her own problem. What does it have to do with us?"

She warned Ye Fan: "Boy, don't talk nonsense if you don't know anything. Meditation on others will kill you."

The bald father-in-law and the young husband also stared at Ye Fan in a fierce manner.

The young mother also looked at Ye Fan and said, "Little brother, we have never abused the child, and we have never touched a single finger of her."

"I believe you have never touched it, and I believe they have never beaten it, but it does not mean they have never abused it."

Ye Fan stretched out his hand to her: "Come on, I am a doctor from Qingfengtang. I will know if the child is fine once I check it."

"No, don't give it to him!"

The mother-in-law in red immediately objected: "He was not a good person at first sight. If the child was given to him, he would definitely run away with him with his arms."

"Let's go, let's ignore this trafficker."

She also pushed her daughter-in-law's shoulder, making her feel like she was leaving with her.

The young mother looked hesitant and did not give Ye Fan or leave immediately.

"I can't run away alone by so many people, let alone stealing the child."

Ye Fan reminded him: "Do you have the heart to watch your child cry until he cries hoarsely and gets bleeding?"

"My mother of the child, let the doctor see it. If the child cries like this, there must be something wrong."

"Yes, let's show him, don't worry, he can't take away the child's as he looks at so many people."

"And the doctors in Qingfengtang are worthy of your trust."

Tourists around persuaded the young mothers, and the children's shrill crying made them feel really pity.

The bald father-in-law shouted: "Don't give it to him."

They wanted to leave, but the way they went was blocked intentionally or unintentionally by tourists. Several mothers even stopped the stroller and wanted to find out what was going on.

Ye Fan crushed the young mother's psychological defense: "You can not protect yourself, but do you not even want to protect your children?"

The young mother bit her teeth and handed the baby girl to Ye Fan: "Little doctor, please help me take a look."

"Barewell, you really give your child to outsiders..." "I'll kill you..." "Give me the child!"

Seeing this, the mother-in-law and the others were shocked and hurriedly reached out to seize the child. Ye Fan waved his left hand and directly overturned them to the ground.

Then, he borrowed a stroller and a plastic bag, put the baby girl on it in front of everyone, put the plastic bag on her fingers and quickly slid it over her.

"Swoosh--" Before the mother-in-law in red and the others rushed up, Ye Fan pinched the baby girl's armpit.

An embroidery needle was pulled out and reflected into everyone's vision.

Bloody stains, sharp and eye-catching.

"Ah——" The onlookers exclaimed when they saw this, and couldn't help but take a breath.

Good, no wonder the baby girl cried so fiercely. It turned out that an embroidery needle was stabbed under her armpit.

Dozens of people looked at the young mother and the others angrily.

The young mother looked at the mother-in-law in red in shock.

“Where did this embroidery needle come from?

We don’t know, we don’t know.”

The mother-in-law in red shook her body, then stared at the young mother and shouted: "Lotus, did you stab the child?"

The bald father-in-law and the young husband looked ugly, but they did not shout again.

"Don't bite the child's mother."

Ye Fan took a plastic bag and put it in an embroidery needle: "It's obvious that this needle was what you stabbed."

The mother-in-law in red kept strong: "Boy, don't swear at others. I am her grandmother, how could I hurt her?"

"How could it hurt her?"

Ye Fan looked at the red-clothed mother-in-law and sneered: "The child is so young, and my mother has just finished her confinement. You will bring them to the temple to burn incense..." "If I guess it's good, you come here today to ask the Buddha for blessing and let your family have a male child."

"Come with your mother and your child, one is to let Buddha recognize the child's mother, and the other is to let the baby girl recruit a younger brother."

"You stabbed the embroidery needle in order to make the child cry from the temple and return home, so that the baby boy who was sucked by her crying would come to your house."

His voice suddenly sank: "Your behavior is called Zhaodi."

"Ah—" "Yes, yes, there is this feudal vulgarity, and I use the crying voice to Zhaodi."
To be continued...