After gathering the seven deadly sins brothers, summon the younger sister!

With his clothes swaying, the young man strode across the ridge of the field. Under the anxious gaze of the farmer, he put his hand on the forehead of the unconscious man, pried open his eyelids and carefully felt his pulse, then he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Nothing serious, just heat stroke."

Her white fingertips flew to unbutton the man's clothes to allow for ventilation.

"First, help him to cool down in the shade of the tree in front."

"Hey... Hey, okay!"

This man was called Lao Zhao, and the one who fainted was Lao Zhang. When they saw someone who knew the business giving instructions, they hurriedly did as they were told.

Old Zhang was sweating profusely, and his whole body seemed to be immersed in the lake. His body felt heavy and his breathing was heavy. His head was dizzy from the steam, but fortunately he was conscious again and struggled to open his eyes a tiny slit.

The young man quickly took off the water bag from his waist and helped him drink the water carefully.

Old Zhao was worried: "How do you feel?"

Lao Zhang waved his hands exhaustedly, indicating that he was fine.

Old Zhao collapsed on the ground: "I'm really scared. If something happens to you, what will happen to your family?"

After saying this, he immediately showed a grateful smile to the young man, and said respectfully: "Thank you very much this time, sir. It's noon now. Come with me back to the village to have a meal, and at least fill up the water bag with some water. Although we are rough men and can't read a few words, we also know that a drop of water must be repaid with a spring of water."

The boy is not very old, about seventeen years old this year, with a unique and handsome face with a sense of youthfulness that is unique to this age.

She has red lips and white teeth, and this smile makes her look even more dazzling and beautiful.

"Okay, I'm tired and need a place to rest, so I'll bother you."

Old Zhao happily carried Old Zhang on his back. The young man was gentle and polite. He slowly took out an oil-paper umbrella from the medicine basket, opened it and held it over Old Liu's head to provide shade for both of them.

"Sir, please hold on by yourself!"

We have thick skin and are used to the sun, so you'd better not suffer from it.

The boy's skin was fair and delicate, and at first glance he was obviously the son of a wealthy and prosperous family.

He chuckled, without moving his umbrella, and changed the subject without leaving any trace: "My name is Ji Jingshen, what about you?"

"My name is Zhao Yecheng, his name is Zhang Jiali, you can just call us Old Zhao and Old Zhang!"

Seeing outsiders coming into the village, Lao Zhao was also very enthusiastic and never stopped talking.

"Mr. Guan, you are not very old. Why did you wander to this remote place by yourself? The world is in chaos now, and there are evil bandits everywhere on the road. You must be careful!"

The young man's words and actions were modest and gentle: "This is my first time to gain experience. I am not very experienced now, so I need your guidance on many things I don't understand."

Yes, at this time Ji Jingshen was young and immature, and had not yet entered the valley to earn the title of jealousy.

He was lush and green, with a heart of the purest nature, and was naturally unpretentious. A young man from a wealthy family who had just entered the world, he stood out among the crowd like a pearl in the palm of the hand.

The young master's jade carving is so beautiful that people can't take their eyes off it.

They walked along the bumpy path in the field, talking as they went along. Gradually, more and more yellow and white paper money appeared on the road.

The paper money was worn and covered in dust and stepped into the mud, and a new layer of money fell on top of it.

The old and the new are intertwined and stretch forward, and the wind blowing in the hot summer seems to have dropped a few degrees.

Ji Jingshen was puzzled: "There have been a lot of funerals in the village recently?"

"Ugh."

When this was mentioned, Old Zhao sighed deeply.

"Sir, you may not know that there is a woman in our village named Yuchun. Her family is in dire straits. The only old yellow ox that can plow the fields suddenly died of illness!"

"Then the husband went to the cowshed to check early in the morning and found out that the husband had fallen again and his leg was broken. He felt bad without his capable old ox and became seriously ill. He died this time too."

"Look, the old paper money on the ground is his."

The young man frowned as he heard the miserable things one after another, and it was obvious that he was disgusted and helpless about such things.

"It's not over yet. The son is gone, and the old mother who had difficulty walking and was in poor health also passed away a few days later. That's when the new paper money that you saw came about."

"This Yuchun is so pitiful, a woman with two children to raise, ah!"

Thunder strikes the truly filial son, and wealth brings forth a cruel heart.

The hemp rope is cut at the delicate point, and bad luck finds the poor.

What is this suffering like? It’s like snake skin.

This process will be repeated every once in a while, and each transformation will still not be able to escape the entanglement of suffering until death.

The atmosphere on the road became heavy. Lao Zhao sighed: "One after another, we never know when it will happen to us."

The dignified young man held an umbrella and said nothing. He just felt that every step he took in the village became heavy.

They arrived at the dilapidated house and sent Lao Zhang home. Lao Zhang's wife thanked him repeatedly and humbly invited him in for some tea.

They had never seen a young man from a wealthy family dressed in white as white as snow, so they were all very nervous. The girl with pigtails hid timidly behind her mother, looking out curiously.

"Sir, please don't be disgusted. This bowl has been washed many times. It's not dirty."

The yellow stains accumulated by scale on the edge of the bowl were cleaned, and crystal clear tea was placed inside.

The woman was very nervous, fearing that she would not entertain the distinguished guest well, so she lowered her attitude further and further.

Ji Jingshen felt upset, but his face showed no emotion. He drank most of the water, and the young man smiled as clear as spring water: "I want to stay here for a few days. As for the reward, I am a doctor, and I want to repay you by treating the villagers. How do you think?"

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone in the room was stunned.

Which young man would want to live in this remote place?

Isn't this just an excuse to make them feel at ease to accept his free medical treatment?

"Hey, hey, hey! I...I understand! I'll go find the village chief and inform the villagers!"

Old Zhao came back to his senses in a daze, slapped his thigh excitedly, and ran away stupidly.

The woman held her daughter's hand tightly, stammering with joy.

"First... sir, there are quite a few people with health problems in the village. Many of the elderly cannot go to the city, and the medical fees in the city are expensive, so most of them choose to die of illness..."

She pulled her daughter and trembled as she was about to kneel down: "Sir, you are so kind and righteous. The villagers will remember your great kindness!"

The little girl opened her mouth in a serious manner: "Mr. Renyi!"

The young man quickly lifted up his wife's arms and said in a rare hurried tone: "No, no, no."

As a doctor, one must stop pursuing fame and fortune and focus on providing relief.

Doctors are benevolent and their duty is to help those in need.

Everything in the illusion was still happening. On top of the broken city wall, the three people looked down and watched.

Wei Jingzhou raised his eyebrows: "After watching so far, I can't see that Ji Jingshen is the evildoer who killed the whole village."

The man in black sat on the top of the wall, his fingers almost ready to crush the bricks, his eagle eyes gleaming with anger.

What does the truth look like?

What happened next?

"Keep watching."

Pu Ran put his hands behind his back and spoke in a dull voice.