Dressed as a villain's stepmother, I use spiritual springs to raise cubs

This damn kid is really kicking himself to death.

It must be blue.

Thinking of this, Xia Bai'an gritted his teeth and straightened his back, holding his medicine box tightly, thinking about where the refugees they were going to suppress were, but the corner of his clothes was caught.

The child who kicked her just now is protecting her younger brother with one hand, and is grabbing the hem of her clothes with the other.

Xia Bai'an blinked: "I only have these biscuits."

"sorry."

The child squeezed these words out of his mouth, and his pupils flickered, as if he was serious, but also as if he was uneasy.

Xia Bai'an blinked, seeing that the two brothers were skinny and small, they would apologize, they were also poor children.

She let out a long sigh and rubbed the heads of the two children.

"I accept your apology, go back quickly, remember my face next time, don't snatch me, and don't kick me."

The two children looked at each other, confirming that Xia Bai'an was really not angry, and did not ask for the food back, so they ran away without a trace.

Xia Bai'an smiled helplessly and continued walking inside.

But before he took two steps, a man came out of the dilapidated courtyard next to him: "Seeing that you are different from those people in the capital outside, I kindly tell you a few words, your little girl is alone, so don't go in."

Xia Bai'an was puzzled: "Why?"

"There are so many reasons why. The people inside are all poor and hungry. If you are a kind-hearted person from the capital like you, if you go in, you will be sucked blood and gnawed at the bones before you can send it out."

The old man at the door laughed twice, and took a deep look at Xia Bai'an, "Let's go. You gave those two children something to eat just now, and we can't really watch you go in and seek death."

Xia Bai'an stopped in his tracks.

This is really...

She glanced at the few refugees nearby, all of them sloppy and ragged, but there was only a faint warmth in her heart.

"Thank you for your kindness, but I not only want to watch my family's business affairs, just right, but also see how the refugees live."

She bypassed the man blocking the way in front of her and continued walking inside.

Halfway through the walk, she seemed to hear the sighs of a few people behind her, and she turned around again and told them, "My name is Xia Bai'an, and I am a [-]-generation descendant of Tongjitang. If you have any illnesses in the future, you can come and squat on me at the breakfast shop. They all know where my family lives."

The few people behind looked at each other in blank dismay, but they still wrote it down.

And Xia Bai'an continued to walk inside.

There is nothing better than seeing the patients he treats alive and well.

It seems that she worked tirelessly to treat the disease and save refugees, which is not a bad thing.

Moreover, it has been so long in this world.

She seemed to be able to be herself at last.

Be your own successor of Tongjitang.

Thinking of this, Xia Bai'an walked quickly inside, thinking that if the refugees inside were having a hard time, maybe he could tell the Prime Minister.

But as soon as she got inside, she saw that every household closed the doors and windows tightly, and the elderly and children who had no homes on the side of the road hugged each other tightly, muttering: "The officers and soldiers are coming...the officers and soldiers are coming."

Isn't it a good thing for the officers and soldiers to deal with the thorns?

Why are these people so scared?

Xia Bai'an was puzzled, but a fine chill crept up the back of her neck. She was stunned, and ran in another direction according to her feeling. When she rounded the corner, she saw scarlet sprinkling into the sky.

She shrank her pupils, and saw two people dressed as refugees slowly fall into a pool of blood, and the cry of a child could be heard from the corner.

She was startled: "What are you doing!"

Hearing Xia Bai'an's shout, the officers and soldiers who started the action all said, "It must be this group of traitorous accomplices!"

"killed."

Two officers and soldiers walked towards Xia Bai'an with bloody blades.

Xia Bai'an subconsciously wanted to run away, but he heard a familiar voice not far away: "Don't touch her."

"Mo Che."

Xia Bai'an slowly read the name, seeing the officers and soldiers in front of him stop moving, the next moment, Mo Che stepped forward, waved the two soldiers away, and walked in front of her, a storm was brewing between his brows.

"Without my order, no one is allowed to kill indiscriminately."

Mo Che slammed every word, but there was still a scream from behind. While he was hugging Xia Bai'an and turning his head, he saw a woman falling to the ground clutching her bleeding shoulder.

"I, we are not Hong Yao's people at all! We are all just ordinary people who were hit by a disaster outside before, why...why did you kill us?"

"We didn't do anything."

The few remaining refugees shouted at the top of their lungs.

Xia Bai'an was enveloped in Mo Che's arms. Hearing these people's words, he raised his head in puzzlement: "Mo Che, didn't you come here on business? How could..."

"Don't be afraid."

Mo Che's short words slipped into his ears.

The next moment, Mo Che's body moved away from her.

Mo Che's movements were extremely fast. Just when the captains of the other four teams were about to kill the woman, Mo Che stepped forward and kicked her into the wooden shed next to him. Straw and wood fell to the ground. The captain of the fourth team was almost buried in it.

Xia Bai'an came back to his senses.

Mo Che was saving that woman.

Thinking of this, she tried her best to tear her gaze away from the pool of blood on the ground, and walked towards the woman.

The woman was startled by her and wanted to crawl away, but Xia Bai'an half-kneeled on the ground and grabbed her arm: "I am a doctor, and this captain just helped you, he will agree with me to heal your wounds."

"Yes, but they just killed..."

"Calm down, I'll treat you first."

Xia Bai'an supported the woman's face, looked at her, comforted her softly, and then healed her wound.

She only cares about saving lives.

As for the murder, leave it to Mo Che himself.

Ruthlessly, she heard Mo Che's voice: "Even Hong Yao's people, you shouldn't kill them suddenly. Cheng Tianfu's request is only to turn away the robber couple, not murder."

Hong Yao?

What is Hong Yao, why hasn't she read this thing in the book before.

Xia Bai'an was dazed for a moment, and in the collapsed wooden shed not far away, the captain of the fourth team had already struggled to get up, and he lifted the straw on his head.

"Hong Yao is a remnant of the former dynasty. The emperor ordered those who saw him to be executed on the spot. We just followed the order. The captain actually did something to his own people! Are you not afraid of being punished by the general Zhonglang and the governor!"

"hiss--"

Xia Bai'an suddenly cried out in pain.

She put one free hand over the aching back of her neck.

It hurts!

She raised her head nervously, and sure enough, she saw that Mo Che's pupils were almost swept by murderous intent and anger, and the back of her neck hurt as if she had been stabbed by a knife.

What did that person just say that made Mo Che so angry?

Her eyes turned white from the pain, and her fingers were trembling. It was difficult for her to heal the woman, so she just grabbed Mo Che's cuff: "Mo Che, calm down, standing next to you, I can hardly breathe."