Second Master, Madam, she is planning to kill someone again!

Chapter 852 The Soft-Hearted God

"Su Qiao, you can resign from the special department, but in this matter... you must come forward." Duan Heng pulled back his hair and was very anxious, "... I have reported the situation to the Sanmen Tianzong. I can We can't control our limitations. They will send people over to help... If you can join us, our chances of winning will be..."

"Sir Duan." Su Qiao confessed to him, "I have no cultivation level now."

"What?!" Duan Heng was so horrified that his voice rose a little higher. He suddenly understood, "So, this is the reason why you want to resign! Why did you..."

"Sir Duan." Su Qiao said, not wanting to waste time on the established facts, "Now that I am useless, I'm afraid I can't be of much help."

Duan Heng almost fainted from anger.

"Do you know, how many years does it take for someone like you to appear in Xuanmen! How can you say that you will be useless if you abandon your cultivation?!"

Shen Xiujin took off his headphones at some point. The car was extremely quiet. Duan Heng's excited voice was infinitely amplified in the small and silent car.

His long eyebrows lowered his eyes, and his originally deep eyebrows became increasingly gloomy and filled with boundless coldness.

It's this set of rhetoric again...

Finally, Duan Heng sighed and said, "I'll think of another way..."

The car drove back to the city.

The streets that used to be bustling with traffic were deserted and cold. As winter came, the trees withered and turned yellow, and some bare branches were exposed. Without the bustle and popularity, the huge imperial city looked like a dead city.

Some shops were still open, but there was no business at all.

The only sign of activity was police and military patrols.

But there are two completely different worlds in the hospital and on the street.

——It was so crowded that even the garden outside the hospital was filled with people lining up to ask for help.

There were cries and pleas everywhere.

Helpless women, children in pain, men squatting in the corner, clutching their hair... all kinds of living beings.

Despair is in the air.

Su Qiao walked through the middle, feeling like her breathing was getting heavier every now and then, making her heart feel stuffy.

The white walls of the hospital have heard more pious and helpless prayers than the Bodhisattva in the temple.

"Second Master, Madam!" Tang Yi's figure came quickly, "The old lady is in the ward inside!"

Tang Yi reported to the side of the road: "There are no independent small buildings anymore. There are too many people coming to see the doctor. Wen Tingxuan drove all the patients who came to recuperate back, leaving only the seriously ill patients in need, and the medical They are allowed to temporarily default on their fees.”

Wen's Private Hospital originally had a high threshold for medical treatment and high fees. Ordinary people would not choose to come to such a high-end private hospital.

Wen Tingxuan usually seems a bit naive, but at the critical moment, he is a kindhearted doctor.

The situation is urgent now, and in the face of human life, no matter wealth or poverty, we have to stand aside.

Su Qiao glanced at the faces of pain and despair, feeling very uncomfortable.

Shen Xiujin reached out and covered her eyes. His voice was closer, "Be good, don't look."

He is used to seeing life and death, and with an almost callous indifference, he protects his little rose through those desperate people.

When passing a mother, she cried miserably: "Can anyone save my child! Isn't his brain cancer cured? He is only ten years old... Why? Why doesn't God bless us again?? "

She cried and spit out a mouthful of black blood. People around her fled in panic.

I'm just afraid that I will be the next one to vomit blood...

Shen Xiujin suddenly sluggishly sluggish. In his palm, Su Qiao's eyelashes fluttered and brushed against her. Shen Xiujin felt a little warm liquid slowly soaking into his palm lines.

It was so hot that his heart contracted.

He was indifferent to the life and death of all sentient beings, including himself...but when his little rose shed a few tears, he could empathize with her.

He has his own god.

A soft-hearted god.