Space hoarding: Miracle doctor’s fat wife is not easy to mess with

In the stable, Qian Fa took out two long whips and entangled Zhao Shuangxue on the other side.

The crossbow in Zhao Xiyan's hand instantly lost its intimidating power.

Shen Yu rushed to rescue him, but was also caught.

Finally, several government servants walked towards Zhao Xiyan with evil smiles.

Shen Yu shouted in despair.

"Yan'er——"

She knew that once her innocent son was taken out of this stable, he would never live again.

Someone come and save him!

Save her poor son!

Suddenly, the wall of the stable collapsed behind him.

In the dust and heavy rain, Qi Yue's strong figure appeared.

"Which of you dares to touch him!?"

Her round face trembled, her slightly loose clothes fluttered in the wind and rain, and she was filled with rage, stirring up strong winds in the stable.

The woodcutter in his hand glowed with a cold light, and there was still a bright red blood stain on the tip of the knife.

This woman can kill!

The hands of several government officials froze in unison.

"Who dares to touch him?"

Another chilling roar!

Several government officials softened their steps and stepped back one after another!

Qian Faliang was also startled by the Qi Yue in front of him. In a daze, he seemed to see Qi Yunchang back then.

Hengdao immediately shocked the enemy.

But this fear lasted only for a moment.

To him, Qi Yunchang was already a dead person, and Qi Yue was nothing more than a prostitute.

"Qi Yue, do you know what you are doing? I am the deputy commander-in-chief specially appointed by the imperial court. How dare you disrespect me?"

Qi Yue snorted disapprovingly.

"Deputy Commander, don't rush to complain. You have time to speak!"

She held the knife and walked towards Zhao Xiyan step by step. Seeing that his clothes were still neat and the mask on his face was still on, she couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately she caught up.

Once Zhao Xiyan is taken away from here, no matter what happens or not, given his temper, he will definitely commit suicide.

"Are you ok?"

"I'm fine," Zhao Xiyan's eyes behind the mask flashed with a different look than before, "Yue'er, dad is vomiting blood, please take a look quickly..."

The sound of Yue'er calling made her heart tremble.

In her two lifetimes, she didn't know how many people had called her this way, but nothing like this made her feel weak at the top of her heart.

Qi Yue withdrew her swaying voice and put her hand on Zhao Yongzhe's wrist.

"Okay. Don't worry, I won't let anything happen to dad."

The blood attacks the heart and goes straight to the brain, which is very dangerous.

Fortunately, I have been drinking spiritual spring water during this period, and my physical condition has been greatly improved, and recovery only takes a few minutes.

Qi Yue reached into the space from her sleeve and took out the silver needle on the medicine cabinet.

The technique neatly placed six needles on Zhao Yongzhe's head and chest.

Her fat little hand flicked on Zhao Yongzhe's clavicle, and the six needles on his chest suddenly trembled collectively.

Then she pressed her forehead with the same technique, and the six needles on her head were trembling as usual.

After three breaths, the twelve silver needles stopped at the same time, as if they were still.

Everyone in the stable was stunned.

Zhao Xiyan, who was nearest, was even more surprised and confused.

Who is she?

Even if she had studied medicine with her grandmother at home, she was still only a 16-year-old girl.

Such a skillful needle technique looks like he has practiced it for more than 20 years.

Looking at Zhao Xiyan who was obviously shocked but pretending to be calm, Qi Yue slightly raised the corners of her lips.

If you doubt it, just doubt it. She has never thought about living her whole life in someone else's persona.

No matter where she is, Qi Yue must be herself.

After stabilizing her mind, she struck again like lightning and instantly sucked twelve silver needles into her palm.

The Twelve Needles at the Gate of Hell were originally created by my mother, and they have saved hundreds of people who had just stepped into the Gate of Hell.

The person who performs this acupuncture method must cooperate with a qigong technique and pull out the needles at the same time, so that the effect of the silver needles can be maximized.

She had been practicing since she was three years old.

In more than 20 years, I don’t know how many times my mother beat me to pieces.

Sure enough, as soon as she put the silver needle back into her cuff, Zhao Yongzhe suddenly sat up.

"Yan'er, Yan'er..."

Zhao Xiyan on the side quickly held his hand and said, "Dad, I'm here, I'm fine."

Shen Yu also rushed forward and shouted "Husband".

More than 300 exiles in Ma Pengli were shocked.

"General Qi's daughter knows medical skills?"

"I had known earlier that I shouldn't have just stood idly by, so that I could be a favor."

"Not necessarily. If she rushes out and is...killed, can she be saved?"

"..."

The medical skills in Beiyuan were relatively backward, and there were very few people who knew medicine, and they were generally in the service of the royal family.

Ordinary people do not have the opportunity to seek medical advice.

Once you get sick, you either have to go bankrupt to find a witch doctor or wait for death.

These nobles in the former capital had always been in charge of medical officers, and the whippings they encountered along the way had already made them unbearable.

Seeing Qi Yue's superb medical skills, I felt more hopeful.

They actually ignored Qian Faliang's presence and started talking among themselves.

"Shut up! You untouchables!"

Qian Faliang roared after being left out.

He held the whip, rushed into the crowd, and whipped them.

Screams and sounds of pain came and went, but Qi Yue seemed not to hear them and just watched silently.

She didn't move until the whip flew toward the Zhao family.

With just a slight pull, Qianfaliang's whip was in her hand.

Ugh, so dirty!

But in comparison, she didn't want to touch Qian Faliang's disgusting body with her hands.

Qi Yue frowned and swung the whip straight towards Qian's neck.

"Qi Yue, how dare you!"

Qianfa opened his mouth wide and watched as the whip was wrapped around his neck, tightening little by little.

"There's nothing I dare not do, but you, Deputy Commander-in-Chief, don't seem to have the confidence to speak!"

Qi Yue suddenly dragged Qian Faliang to the ground and stepped on his shoulder.

"Father, mother, Zhao Xiyan, you probably don't want to hear this beast's apology!"

All three of them shook their heads silently.

Such a shame and humiliation cannot be washed away without bloodshed. How can it be overcome by a mere apology?

Qi Yue curled her lips in satisfaction, raised the woodcutter in her hand, and was about to chop it down.

"Wait!"

With a loud shout, Guan Yidao hurried over with the Yamen servants.

"Miss Qi, do you know what you are doing?"

Qi Yue raised her eyebrows habitually, but half of her round face trembled.

"Isn't this something obvious? Revenge!"

Guan Yidao's face looked very ugly.

He was really right about the fact that the daughter of an old friend had the same temperament as Qi Yun.

The same decisiveness of killing and revenge, but the emphasis on love and justice.

But when he thought that she protected the Zhao family and sent them to the exile for safety, and then asked for a piece of paper and a letter of departure, Guan Yidao automatically crossed out the words "love and justice" in his heart.

Selfish! No sense!

"You can't kill him!"

"Oh, why?" Qi Yue's foot still stepped on the money and did not move.

"If I hadn't come back in time, the one who would be dead now would be Zhao Xiyan. So, he has to die."

As she said that, she pressed the woodcutter in her hand directly into Qianfa's neck.