The atmosphere froze for a moment, Li Haitang casually picked up a topic and asked the bandit boss, "You have so many beards on your face, is it because you are afraid that others will see your appearance?"

"Somewhat."

Song Qingyang scratched his head in embarrassment. Although he was bigger, he was the most handsome in the village.

When he was just twelve years old, many people asked his parents if he was engaged.

Later, when he was fifteen, his parents arranged a marriage for him, a girl from the next village.

For the dowry gift alone, dozens of taels of silver are given, not counting drinks, cakes, cloth and annual gifts.

The girl waited for three years, and seeing that he hadn't moved for a long time, she couldn't afford to procrastinate, so she just eloped with him. After all, after receiving so much money, if he voluntarily withdraws from the engagement, the dowry money will have to be returned.

He is good-looking, why would his daughter prefer to find an ugly private life instead of marrying him? It must be some hidden disease in his body.

He doesn't have hidden diseases, and the filth of that year can't be washed away in a lifetime.

Maybe this is fate, he can only do this.

"What do you want?"

Tracing back to the source, the method of channeling from the heart is better. It can be used for a long time, as short as three months, or as many as a few years, and there is no exact time.

And this set of skills, Li Haitang knows a little bit, she can put herself in the patient's shoes, but she is not a psychiatrist, and she doesn't have so many methods.

"I'm not married at this age, my parents are going crazy."

Song Qingyang scratched his head, very depressed.

Now he was going back to the village, in order to avoid bumping into the villagers, he rushed to the village in the middle of the night. During the daytime in the province, I met a gossip woman in the village and pointed at him.

He went home and saw that the oil lamp in his parents' room had not been extinguished, and there were faint voices in the room.

"Old man, if our son doesn't get married, will our family be cut off? Then after I die, I will have no face to see the ancestors of the Song family."

Song's mother was very worried. She was almost forty years old. After Song Qingyang was kidnapped by her neighbor, she was sick in bed. After so many years, she didn't improve much, and now she can't do heavy work.

Their family conditions are considered good in the village, but no one is willing to remarry.

"Or, you can find a concubine and give birth to a son for you, and I will feel at ease."

After Song's mother finished speaking, Song Qingyang's father was so scared that he almost rolled off the kang. If he took a concubine, wouldn't he be his own son?

Old husbands and wives, what are you talking about? The peasants live their lives according to their duties. Some families have no males, and they have never seen anyone take concubines.

Taking concubines is all done by the masters of rich families in the city.

In the village, one has to be talked so hard that one cannot lift one's head up.

"Then what do you say?"

After so many years, the son still resisted the woman, and Song's mother was bleeding in her heart, which was an inextricable knot.

Thanks to that girl Osmanthus is dead, otherwise, she would definitely go desperately with a kitchen knife!

Song Qingyang's father shook his head. If there was a way, he would have used it long ago, so he wouldn't wait until now.

"Otherwise, you can tell Qingyang that if he doesn't get married again, you can jump off Sunset Mountain!"

Song's mother turned around, turned her face to Song's father, and came up with bad ideas.

"Why me? I'm a man, how can I say such a thing? It's still suitable for you. "

Concerned about his face, Song's father refused to follow suit, and if he wanted to jump into Sunset Mountain, that was also the work of the old woman and had nothing to do with him.

"What do you mean, in your eyes, I am the person who is like heaven and earth?"

Song's mother was even more annoyed, and Song's father quickly apologized when he saw something bad.

Song Qingyang listened outside for a while, but he was in a bad mood. He thought of the scene he would face when he returned home, so he turned and left silently.

After a while, Li Kuantong and Wang Ermazi brought the things needed for the operation, the topic was interrupted, Li Haitang stood up and began to prepare intensively.

After anesthesia, begin to disinfect the wound.

"Wait a minute, Scholar Wu may wake up in pain. You are on one side, hold him down, and be sure to press firmly, otherwise he will move around and his life may be in danger."

Li Haitang explained the precautions for the operation, using a scalpel to cut the wound.

The edges were neat and tidy, but Wang Ermazi was so frightened that his knees almost went limp. He had long heard that Dr. Li had superb kung fu skills, and he would tear open his stomach. Judging from this technique, he was an old Jianghu.

Several people didn't even dare to breathe, and when half of the dagger was taken out, and there was no sign of bleeding, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

"Ah! The underworld!"

Li Haitang threaded the needle and was about to carry out the next step of suturing. Wu Qi suddenly opened his eyes and yelled. The silver needle in her hand trembled in fright, and almost threw it to the ground.

"Hold him!"

Seeing that Wang Ermazi was also taken aback, Li Haitang almost let go, and hurriedly stopped him.

But it was still a bit late, Wu Qi raised his head, saw his chest was **** and bloody, rolled his eyes immediately, and passed out completely.

"This, I forgot to mention, my cousin has suffered from blood dizziness since he was a child, and he dare not watch the killing of chickens and pigs in the village."

Song Qingyang was an afterthought. He was anxious just now, and he recalled what happened when he was a child, so he forgot to mention this.

"Okay, let's go to the next step."

Li Haitang skillfully sewed up the wound, applied a little powder to stop the bleeding, and then wrapped it with a white bandage.

After some movements, all the people present felt amazing except Xiao Lingchuan. They stared, held their breath, and couldn't take their eyes off, but they admired Li Haitang more and more in their hearts.

Li Miracle Doctor has a few brushes, and he is really not a person who seeks fame and fame.

"Boss, what shall we do next?"

Bigfoot committed a murder, and the person pretended to be crazy and ran away. What can they do? You can't go to the Yamen to sue the officials, can you?

The bandit sued the officer, what kind of joke is this? Moreover, Wu Qi was injured in Sunset Mountain again, which cannot be shaken off.

However, if there is no genius doctor Li, Wu Shusheng must have confessed that they can't suffer from being dumb and let it go.

Li Short Legs was also very troubled, he couldn't think of a solution for a while, if Dazuo thought Wu Qi was dead, would he go with him in grief?

"Li Shortlegs, if you say you will kill him, you will kill him. If Dazuo is so affectionate, would he run away after hurting someone?"

It's clear that everything is a play on the spot, they were all deceived by such scheming people with small favors, they really shouldn't.

Don't look at more than a dozen carriages, the total food is only a hundred taels, it just looks like the battle is big.

Dazuo cheated into the mountain with such a small amount of money. It was because their brothers had shallow eyesight and were too stupid to give people an opportunity.

"Fuck me, this is not the end of the matter. Bullying our brother, does the Gu family think he has too much money?"

Suing the officials will not yield results. Whoever made the Gu family rich, the people in the yamen will be fattened by the Gu family. At that time, they will become vicious people who beat back and be arrested. So suing the officials won't work, and Wu Qi can't be injured for nothing, and we can't let it go, we have to find a way to make the Gu family pay the price!