A Western Doctor's Happy Farming Life

Chapter 244 Meeting the Provocation

Song Qinghan shook his head resolutely and said: "There is nothing to be afraid of. The punishments are all thought up by people. I don't believe that you can do anything beyond my imagination."

While speaking, the three of them had arrived in front of the prison camp.

The man seemed to have a high status, and after whispering a few words to the guard at the door, he nodded to Song Qinghan and said, "Go in, and come out whenever you can't take it anymore."

Song Qinghan glanced at the little stone who was staring at him closely, smiled and patted his head, turned around and walked in without saying a word.

The smell of blood and rancidity rushed towards his face, making it almost impossible for Song Qinghan to breathe.

Fortunately, he was already mentally prepared for the stench, so he stretched out his sleeves, covered his mouth and nose, slowly adjusted his breathing rate, lowered his heart rate, and calmed himself down completely.

When I was outside, I didn't feel anything, but when I came in, I found that the groaning inside had not stopped. The miserable and resentful sound was like a flute, which made my heart tremble, and I was almost moved to tears.

When the barbarians who were executing the execution saw Song Qinghan's fresh face, their eyes shone with excitement, like a wolf seeing a little sheep, and wanted to play him hard before eating.

Fortunately, the guard at the door gave them a wink, which suppressed their impulse, but their eyes still flashed with desire, which made Song Qinghan feel uncomfortable, as if he was being targeted by a poisonous snake.

Song Qinghan frowned, carefully identifying the faces of those Aoki people who were suffering, trying to find the shadow of Wu Dahu.

But obviously, from his increasingly gloomy eyes, it can be seen that the result is not good.

He saw a lot of familiar faces, some he met when pouring the chamber pot, and some he met when he was helping people in the military medical area.

Those people also seemed to recognize him, and their already numb eyes suddenly shone with light, as if seeing the savior, they struggled to stretch out their hands, trying to approach his direction.

I don't know if the barbarians suddenly had a bad taste, but they didn't stop those who recognized Song Qinghan from crawling towards him. Instead, they stood aside with their hands folded, with a smile on their lips, as if they wanted to see how Song Qinghan would solve it. .

After all, the people outside only told them not to do anything to Song Qinghan, but they didn't say not to let others do it to him.

The person standing at the door focused his eyes, and slowly put his hand on the knife at his waist, and would immediately help him if his preparations went wrong.

Song Qinghan felt a tightness between his legs, looked down at the bloody man hugging his calf, and said softly: "What's wrong?"

That person seemed to be someone he had treated before, and he said eagerly: "Doctor Song, Doctor Song, why are you here? Are you here to save us? Just like before, no one cares about us, only you Leave us alone, right?"

Song Qinghan slightly raised his eyelids, quickly recognized his injury, pursed his lips, and said simply: "I'm afraid this time, I can't control you."

Hearing this sentence like a verdict, the man showed a shocked expression on his face, let go of his hand suddenly, fell to the ground, and said with tears like rain: "Yes, if someone comes to save us, it won't be just You come in alone, you will probably become like me after a while, what else do I beg you to save me? Hahahaha, all the barbarians go to death!"

When the man said the last sentence, his mood changed suddenly, his eyes froze, and he jumped towards the barbarian who was closest to him, biting the man's neck, his eyes widened, and he looked like he would not let go.

Song Qinghan's heart tightened, his hands unconsciously clenched into fists, and he clenched his teeth tightly, as if he was following the man's strength, but his mood was very complicated. He didn't know whether he wanted him to kill the barbarian or not. Kill the opponent.

After all, the barbarian is not a vegetarian. After feeling the weight on his neck, he swung his fists fiercely and hit the man in the stomach. The muffled sounds seemed to hit the hearts of others. Song Qinghan's scalp tingled for a while.

Although his eyes don't have the ability to see through, but based on his strength alone, he knows that the internal organs of the person who was smashed must be completely broken at this time. If there is no accident, blood will flow out of his mouth and nose in a short while.

If no one cares, he will continue to bleed to death like this...

But even so, the man still refused to let go, the expression on his face became more ferocious, and his hands were tightly wrapped around the waist of the barbarian, as if he was going to drag him to hell.

Looking at this scene, Song Qinghan felt a faint feeling of wanting to retch in his throat, so he quickly stretched out his hand to cover his mouth and nose.

He glanced around, and seeing the terrified expressions of the people around him, his heart sank, and a surge of courage came out of nowhere, and he suddenly pulled out a knife from the waist of the guard next to him, slashed at the upper mouth and bit the person on the man's waist.

Under the pain, the man finally let go, fell back and passed out.

Seeing that he didn't know whether he was alive or dead, the guard who was bitten by him couldn't vent his anger, so he had to kick him twice hard to give up.

Song Qinghan put down the knife, and when he saw the slight heaving of the man's chest, his eyelids twitched, and he secretly prayed in his heart that he could survive, although he knew that the possibility of this was almost zero.

"What are you meddling in? Who told you to take the knife? Huh? If he dies, will you pay for it?"

Unexpectedly, the bitten guard directly aimed at Song Qinghan, approached a few steps forward, and looked down at Song Qinghan oppressively, with a bloodthirsty gleam in his eyes.

The guard outside frowned and yelled something in a low voice, but the man suddenly pulled out the knife from his waist, put it on Song Qinghan's neck, squinted at the door and said: "Don't move, if you move, I will kill you!" He, I don't care if he is a distinguished guest or not, as long as he is from Qingmu, he should die!"

When he spoke, he seemed to touch the wound on his neck, and the pain made him frown uncontrollably, which added a bit of evil spirit to his facial features that seemed not to be trifled with.

Song Qinghan felt the chill on his neck, and didn't doubt the possibility of the other party's stabbing.

This is not a place to be reasonable, fists and violence are the only way to prove strength.

His hands moved slightly, his lips buzzed, and he said softly: "Then do you want him to die or don't want him to die, no matter which one, I can do it, do you believe it?"

The man glanced down at the fainted Aoki man, saw that he was like a puddle of mud, sneered and said: "Are you kidding me? He has become like this, can he still be saved? Speaking of which, the knife You were the one who cut the fatal wound, you really deserve to be from Aoki, the ability to kill each other is second to none..."