Gu Yunlan raised his eyes and said, "Is this a seriously ill patient?"

Ling Yao frowned, "It's not like that, but it looks like they are here to cause trouble!"

Gu Yunlan became nervous, "I'll ask someone to call me dad!"

She is not afraid of a fight with open swords and open guns, but is afraid of such unclear disputes.

The group of people quickly arrived, placed the two children heavily on the wooden table of the free clinic, and threw the stretcher on the ground.

The leader, a square-faced man in his thirties, pointed at the doctors at the free clinic and cursed: "Why are you treating people to death?"

Behind him, a young daughter-in-law in her twenties and an old lady sat on the floor and began to cry, "My son, damn it, you are using fake medicine to harm people in order to win people's hearts!"

The rest of the people swarmed around the free clinic tent, pointing at the doctors inside and cursing with indignation. If soldiers hadn't drawn their swords to block it, they would have entered.

Anyway, it means they used fake medicine, used the wrong medicine, and killed people.

Ling Yao reached out and felt the pulses of the two boys. They were clearly dead.

Looking at the man who rolled off the stretcher, he was already dead.

Shangguan Ruoli and Zhuifeng got the news and rushed over, but temporarily hid in the dark to see how Ling Yao would handle it.

Ling Yao panicked for a moment, but quickly calmed down.

Shen Sheng asked: "What evidence do you have to prove that these people died after taking our medicine?"

The leading man snorted coldly, "These people who followed me are proof!"

Ling Yao took a look and saw that those people were all dressed as ordinary people, and they all looked at them with hatred.

This is national hatred.

Shangguan Ruoli's words flashed through Ling Yao's mind.

They are now aggressors. This kind of hatred cannot be solved simply by conciliatory policies.

"Then tell me, what are their names? When did they receive treatment here, what kind of disease did they get, and what kind of medicine did they get?"

After Ling Yao finished speaking, she looked at Gu Yunlan and said, "Bring us the roster of our daily free clinic and the prescriptions!"

Fortunately, their mother-in-law gave them some advice and saved the prescriptions they prescribed every day. After taking the medicine, they bound it into a book for future reference and to calculate the cost.

The prescription contains detailed information such as time, name, age, home address and symptoms.

"Yes!" Gu Yunlan agreed crisply and took out a stack of bound prescriptions from the box under the table.

The leader's face changed slightly when he saw it, and he stammered when he spoke, "I, I, you are the ones who killed people anyway. You all cover your faces and hide your head. You are not a good person at first glance!"

Ling Yao pointed to the spittle he sprayed as he spoke, "We wear masks to prevent spittle. Some diseases can be transmitted through saliva!"

She took a booklet with a date on it and said, "Tell me, what day did these three people come and what are their names? We found the prescription, so we can follow the herbal medicine. Maybe they are the merchants who supplied us with the medicine."

It’s not okay to commit fraud.”

She remembered that they had treated the corpses very roughly just now, and no one would throw away the corpses of their loved ones with such force. Now it seemed that something was really fishy.

The man's eyes flickered and he murmured, obviously unable to name the three people.

Gu Yunlan said disdainfully: "Is it possible that you don't even know their names?"

The man straightened his chest and said, "Even if I don't know their names, I still want to seek justice for them. I can't let the villagers die in vain!"

The people who followed him also started shouting with indignation:

"That's right! That's right! I can't let you go!"

"You pay for your lives!"

"You are so heartless! You come to harm people with false compassion!"

“Buying fame and fishing for reputation!”

Ling Yao was not angry either, and looked coldly at the crying woman on the ground: "You are crying for your son, don't you even know his name?"

The young woman looked a little flustered, "My son's name is Zhao Gouzi."

"Is this your son?" came a young man's voice.

Ling Yao looked back and saw that it was one of the boys rescued from the traffickers, named Wu Xiaoke.

Wu Xiaoke pointed to the body of a little boy that they threw on the table.

The young woman hesitated for a moment, then nodded guiltily.

Wu Xiaoke said: "You are lying. His name is Qin Miaonu. He was sold here with us. He received money from the government to return home and voluntarily followed a man named Qian Sanniu. They were fellow villagers and they said they wanted to go back home."

Let’s go back to our hometown together!”

Ling Yao's eyes darkened. Although she followed them to the Yamen, she did not take a closer look at their appearance because the abducted people were dirty and disheveled when they were rescued.

Now this child has obviously been cleaned and put on white washed clothes.

The young woman turned pale, looked at the leading man, and insisted: "He is my son, you are talking nonsense!"

Wu Xiaoke turned his eyes and said, "Okay, since he is your son, do you think he has a birthmark on his left buttock or on his right buttock?"

The young woman was stunned, bit her lip, and said: "On the right!"

There is still a half chance of guessing one, but at worst, you will say that you remember it wrong and you can't tell the right from the left.

Wu Xiaoke turned his eyes and said proudly: "Are you sure?"

The woman immediately realized that she might have said it wrong, and hurriedly said: "I remembered it wrong, I can't tell the left and right, it's the left!"

Wu Xiaoke said contemptuously: "You are wrong, he has no birthmark on his butt, his birthmark is on his shoulder!"

The woman suddenly became weak, lowered her head and stopped talking.

The leading man still said fiercely: "Such a young child often runs around shirtless. It doesn't matter if you know he has a birthmark on his shoulder. It doesn't prove that you know this child!"

"We not only know Qin Miaonu, but we also know another child and this dead man!"

As the voice of a boy whose voice was changing came, a group of ragged beggars walked out from the crowd watching the excitement.

There were people of all ages, from old men, old ladies to children, almost a dozen people.

Ling Yao noticed the young boy next to the boy who changed his voice and narrowed his eyes, "It's you!"

This little boy was the child who was chased by traffickers at the entrance of the inn, was rescued by them, but ran away on his own.

She was not happy because she still didn't know what this group of people wanted to do when they appeared here at this time.

Wu Xiaoke's eyes lit up and he shouted in surprise: "Wen Xiaonian! Are you still alive? Where have you been?"

Ling Yao narrowed her eyes with interest. Xiao Ke and Xiao Nian didn't seem to be their real names.

Wen Xiaonian's back was straight, his eyes were clear and his expression was arrogant, and he nodded slightly towards Wu Xiaoke.

This temperament and behavior are not like those of ordinary children.

Ling Yao was not interested in Wen Xiaonian's story now, so she asked the young man whose voice was changing, "You said you knew them, what are their names? Where do they live? We can also find out the real cause of their death."
Chapter completed!