After the villain was scumbag, he was reborn

"Who fired the arrow!"

Seeing the woman who fell down from the arrow, Chu Yan was stunned for a moment, and looked over from the direction of the arrow with a sinister gaze. The majestic coercion was instantly crushed like a mountain, and it was so heavy that it made people feel suffocated and tense.

The soldiers were so frightened that they didn't dare to take a breath, and stood there nervously.

Seeing that they didn't say anything, Chu exposed a pair of falcon-like eyes, immediately filled with murderous aura, and there was a ruthless hostility between his brows.

He walked straight in that direction, his cold eyes swept over the faces of those soldiers one by one, and finally slowly fixed on the pale face of the soldier on the left.

Sensing Chu Yan's eyes, the pair of eyes exposed under the soldier's mask were frightened and faintly flickering, unconsciously avoiding his sharp gaze.

Chu Yan's face was uncertain, and he suddenly pulled out the single knife pinned to the soldier's waist.

Only when it reached his neck, the soldier was so frightened that his legs went limp, and hurriedly knelt on the ground with a paper-colored face, stammering and begging for mercy: "Shi... my son, please spare me."

"Your Majesty, let's be young again."

"..."

Chu Yan seemed not to be able to see the pleading in his eyes, and the blade cut a half-inch long wound across his neck, which was as deep as a small nail shell, obviously intending to kill him.

The sense of near-death crisis made his body seem to fall into an ice cave. The soldier's pupils constricted, his eyes widened suddenly, and he said sarcastically, "Your Majesty is really benevolent and righteous, and the little one really admires him."

"Those common people are human beings, but our soldiers are not human beings? After finally saving our lives on the battlefield, why should we come here to die!"

A few soldiers who had made good friends with him also knelt down, questioning implicitly in their words, "Yes! We are all soldiers of Daqing, why should we help the Huns!"

"I am willing to die on the battlefield. If I die in this ghost place, I will die with regret!"

"..." Chu Yan listened to their indignant complaints, but Chu Yan's face calmed down, like the silence before the storm, and said coldly: "If you don't want to go, get out."

The soldiers who spoke looked at each other, and they all saw surprise and surprise in each other's eyes. The soldier with the knife on his neck raised his head, as if he finally mustered up his courage, and asked tentatively: "Can... is it okay?"

Chu Yan gave him a condescending look.

The soldier lowered his head in horror, not daring to speak rashly.

Chu Yan was silent for a moment, then suddenly threw the sword in his hand, "Yes."

"Don't go back to the barracks."

The soldier stared blankly, and subconsciously asked, "My lord... what does this mean?"

Chu Yan said indifferently: "The military camp does not support soldiers who are afraid of death."

He hadn't planned to lead troops at all, but King Guangling insisted on sending two thousand soldiers to come together.

Hearing Chu Yan say that they were afraid of death, those soldiers were a little bit annoyed, and just about to refute, Chu Yan spoke with a cold face, "Don't use the battlefield as an excuse."

"The land is the land of the Huns, and the people are the people of Daqing. They can't even protect their own people. How can we defend the mountains and rivers and conquer the battlefield?"

The few soldiers who spoke in a few words were speechless, and no one said to leave.

After the reprimand, Chu Yan looked outside the city of Shuzhou, and found that the people who had fled turned around and walked back.

He stared blankly, and hurriedly got on his horse.

Sitting on the horseback, I saw a blue-colored figure standing alone at the end of the people's circle.

He is not tall, his body does not appear to be burly, and he is so weak that he seems to be going away with the wind, but at this moment, he is like a towering green mountain, standing proudly among the crowd, even the newborn golden in the sky. When the wheel shines on him, he looks a bit inferior.

Chu Yan's pupils opened slightly, and looking at this person, he suddenly remembered the ruined walls after the violent storm, the white carnations growing from the cracks in the damp stones, and the shocking tenacity hidden under the vulnerable appearance and resistance.

Fu Shiyu quietly watched the people slowly approaching the city, like a baby toddler, every step was full of caution towards the unknown.

He stood still, allowing himself to be surrounded by those plagued people who were regarded as scourges by outsiders.

"Doctor, help me..."

An old man who was almost sixty years old standing at the front suddenly plopped down to Fu Shiyu and knelt down.

As he knelt down, the people behind him also began to kneel on the ground one after another. You kowtowed and prayed: "Doctor, please save my husband..."

"Am I dying, doctor?"

"Doctor, please take a look at my child..."

"..."

Cries for help came one after another from all directions, Fu Shiyu raised his hand and pressed the swollen eyebrows, and said lightly: "Don't make noise first."

This time his voice was low, but it was heard by those people.

They stopped crying at the same time, and those eyes filled with hope flooded up like sea water, Fu Shiyu was submerged in it instantly, and couldn't help feeling dizzy from suffocation.

He took a deep breath, let himself recover from the shock of the past, and then began to arrange without haste.

"Don't panic, line up first, there must be a distance of six feet between everyone, the elderly and children line up first, followed by women and children, and lastly men."

The common people looked at each other, and after a while, they began to move according to what he said.

After Fu Shiyu had finished queuing, they counted the number of people.

One hundred and two.

He looked at the faces of these people, and finally looked at a middle-aged man who was still sober, and asked, "Is there anyone else in the city?"

"Yes." The man nodded, "Mobility is limited, and people who are seriously ill are still in the city."

Fu Shiyu pondered silently and asked, "How much is a rough estimate?"

The man replied: "Nearly 100 people."

"..."

Although he knew the situation was serious, this number greatly exceeded Fu Shiyu's expectations. Even if he had to go to bed without rest, it would take at least three days for the diagnosis and treatment.

Not to mention the need to arrange the disinfection of the epidemic, medicinal materials, protective tools and other miscellaneous trivial matters.

Forget it.

Do your best.

Fu Shiyu regained his emotional stability. Now that he is here, there is no reason to be timid. After all, for those critically ill patients, every second of delay is a signal from death to him.

"Doctor Fu, we can help."

Liu Ruying and Chunqing didn't know when they were not far away. The exquisite embroidered skirts on their bodies were stained with blood and stains here and there. They looked very embarrassed, but their clear and beautiful eyes were surprisingly bright .

"Chunqing and I are still in good health, we can help Doctor Fu."

Fu Shiyu didn't expect that she would be willing to help, after all, these common people are now her father-killing enemies. '

As if guessing what he was thinking, Liu Ruying was afraid that he might misunderstand, so she hurriedly explained with a panicked expression: "Don't worry, Doctor Fu, I won't have evil intentions."

"I know that my father has done a lot of bad things before. As his son and daughter, I have the obligation to protect the people of Shuzhou, and when things become like this, I have a responsibility. Now I will act as a substitute for my father Redeem."

When those common people heard her words, their eyes were a little complicated, and Fu Shiyu smiled at her gently: "Thank you very much."

"You're welcome." Liu Ruying lowered her head embarrassingly.

Chao Luo who was standing beside him also said, "I can do it too."

Fu Shiyu nodded slightly. Although the front was still dark and the sun was not visible, the heaviness in his heart was a little lighter.

Just as I wanted these people to line up to enter, there was a sudden sound of neat horseshoes and footsteps behind me.

Fu Shiyu felt strange in his heart, and turned his head with blank eyes.

I saw that the golden horse and the iron horse roared in the east, and the handsome young man in military uniform.

The soldiers lined up neatly and with solemn faces held red tassels in their hands, walked vigorously, and swallowed mountains and rivers.

These are the soldiers of Daqing. Although they are not as strong as the Hu people, they are all good men galloping on the battlefield with iron bones.

Chu Yan, who was dressed in black clothes and armor, was sitting on a pitch-black steed, holding the reins and riding his horse, the corners of his clothes were blown by the whistling wind, his deep black eyes reflected the morning light, and he was standing in the depths of his pupils. With a tiny figure.

They looked at each other, but they were speechless.

A few neighing black crows circled overhead, their feathers glistening with the oily light from the sky.

Fu Shiyu took the lead to look away, facing the common people, and said softly, "Go in."

Those people were stunned for a moment, and after they realized it, they began to move towards the city gate keeping their distance.

As they entered the city, the same thought flashed through their minds.

Why does this doctor, who looks like a broken bone, look like a broken pine in the next second, like a broken pine that has been ravaged by a strong wind, and green twigs are growing inside.

Chu Yan brought a bag of masks and asked the soldiers to distribute them to the people in Shuzhou. Fu Shiyu methodically arranged for people to disinfect the hospital, boil medicine, burn the corpse, etc. People diagnose diseases.

Because there are too many people who are critically ill, Fu Shiyu decided to start with them first.

The common people who showed their vicious looks not long ago also cooperated and waited by the side at this moment, without any objection, and no one even said a word, for fear of disturbing this doctor who has been kneeling on the ground to feel the pulse and tirelessly listen to the patient's words.

They have never seen such a doctor, who is as humble as sand and dust, and as noble as the moon and stars.

As night fell quietly, Fu Shiyu, who had been undergoing diagnosis and treatment all day, suffered from severe sore eyes, could not rub his hands, and could only blink a few times to relieve his fatigue.

Looking at the patient who was still half a block away, he closed his eyes and was about to rest for a while. When he opened his eyes again, he suddenly saw a dim yellow light beside him.

Fu Shiyu turned his face slightly to the side, and saw Chu Yan holding an open fire lantern and looking straight into the distance. The shadow under his neck made his jaw line bright and hard, his face was intertwined with light and dark, and his facial features looked cold, deep, and handsome.

"..."

Fu Shiyu withdrew his gaze and continued to help the people on the ground feel their pulse.

The tall and the short shadows were stretched very long, intertwined and overlapped on the ground, blending into one.

There were cicadas chirping, frogs chirping, and many tiny moths surrounded the lantern. Fu Shiyu, who was serious and focused, didn't notice that a large black robe fell silently from his shoulders.

There was a vague crowing of a cock in the distance, Fu Shiyu's eyes were gray and his expression was tired. He knew that his body had reached its limit, and he was about to fall down on the ground to sleep for a while.

It is not a cold bluestone slab that touches the back, but a familiar and warm chest.

Tired and sleepy, Fu Shiyu closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep as if he had found a safe haven in the torrential waves.

Chu Yan saw the wound on his arm that had solidified into a blood scab, and his eyes were a little angry, and he caught a glimpse of his haggard eyebrows from the corner of his eye, and the anger turned into a helpless sigh.

He picked him up easily from the ground and walked forward.

The lantern on the ground behind was extinguished, and a wisp of misty blue smoke gradually rose.

After taking a nap, Liu Ruying happened to see the handsome man who came on horseback yesterday, carrying the motionless Doctor Fu up to the second floor.

"That person... who is it?" Liu Ruying faintly sensed a sense of crisis, and always felt that Dr. Fu might be snatched away, and felt a little uneasy.

Chao Luo, who came in with hot water, glanced at the direction of the stairs, and said something without beginning or end.

"... vixen."

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