CHAPTER 283: CHAPTER 278: HEAVEN, STRIKE HIM DOWN WITH LIGHTNING

His words were so righteous and stern that everyone was utterly dumbfounded by him.

But soon someone stepped forward to accuse him of making groundless allegations and smearing the Divine Doctor.

"Divine Doctor Yan has devoted himself to healing the world, treating patients with kindness, and never charging a penny! Such a compassionate and good person who cares about the people, how dare you slander him? Aren’t you afraid of retribution?"

"We all have witnessed Divine Doctor Yan’s medical skills! Although he’s young, his skills are superb and uncanny! How could he possibly kill someone with his treatment? Don’t make up nonsense!"

"Yes! My uncle had suffered from a chronic disease for many years and saw countless doctors, tried countless medicines without being cured. It was only Divine Doctor Yan’s prescription that cured him completely."

"My younger uncle too!"

"So was my second aunt!"

"..."

The chubby man frowned as he watched everyone eagerly recount their personal experiences and speak of Divine Doctor Yan in reverence. He hadn’t expected this yellow-haired brat to win so many hearts!

He cursed under his breath as he climbed up, walked to the stretcher, and forcefully pulled off the floral blanket covering it.

"Look closely, everyone! Ah? Open your eyes wide and see clearly! I’m not slandering him! There’s physical and material evidence! The truth is right before your eyes! He can’t deny it!"

Following the sound, everyone looked over and gasped.

On the stretcher lay a person!

An elderly woman with graying hair, a face full of wrinkles, eyes tightly shut, and emaciated body.

Her complexion was ashen and lifeless, lips purplish black, and corners of her mouth had a trace of dried white foam.

No matter how one looked, she didn’t resemble someone alive...

For a moment, everyone looked at each other in surprise, utterly astounded.

Could she actually be a dead person?

A death caused by medical treatment?

But... it couldn’t possibly be Divine Doctor Yan’s doing!

Soon, an elderly man who exuded righteousness stepped forward from the crowd, "You claim she died because of Divine Doctor Yan, what evidence do you have? Without evidence, it’s slander!"

"Exactly! You just bring a dead person here and claim she was killed by Divine Doctor Yan? Where in the world does that happen?"

"So many of our families have benefited from Divine Doctor Yan’s care, how come we all are fine after being treated? Why is it only you who has a problem?"

Seeing more and more people stepping forward to question him, the chubby man glared at them unhappily, then fished out a prescription note from his pocket.

With an arrogant expression, he opened it with a shake, appearing confident, "Open your dog eyes wide and have a good look! This paper, this pattern, this handwriting, isn’t it his? Ah? Am I falsely accusing him?"

"The evidence is conclusive! You ignorant commoners! Just shut up, all of you!"

Someone took out their own prescription to compare, and indeed, the paper, pattern, and handwriting were from Divine Doctor Yan.

The crowd looked shocked, could it really be...?

Yet they still didn’t want to believe it.

"Even if this prescription was issued by Divine Doctor Yan, how can you prove she died from the medicine prescribed here?"

"How do we know you didn’t get the wrong medicine? How do we know she didn’t die of other causes?"

"You can’t even prove this prescription was issued for her!"

"Maybe it’s just some prescription from Divine Doctor Yan brought here to frame him!"

"Surely not! Divine Doctor Yan charges nothing to treat the public, surely causing some unscrupulous drugstores to earn less Silver Taels! They must be resenting Divine Doctor Yan, right?"

"Very likely! They secretly resent Divine Doctor Yan, trying to frame him!"

The chubby man, who had initially been smug and fearless, suddenly showed a slight change in expression when he heard this, his eyes flickered.

But soon, he wore a heartbroken expression, accusing the crowd loudly:

"You conspiracy theorists! Just because you’ve read a few more historical books, or have seen some tales of the Jianghu, huh? Here you are, spouting theories and judging others’ intentions without evidence, simply insane!"

"My poor old mother! At eighty years of age! After a lifetime of suffering, finally able to enjoy the blessings of children and grandchildren, and yet she’s been killed by this quack!"

"Mother! My mother! Your death was in vain! If you have eyes in the afterlife, open them and see these indifferent faces! They are shielding the murderer, they are accomplices! Mother, remember them in your death!"

Crowd: "......"

Yun Ran, like a bystander, had watched the commotion for a long time, and now everything was perfectly clear.

Glancing at the chubby man wailing on the ground, Yun Ran stepped forward two steps, looking down at him, raising an eyebrow, "You say she is your mother?"

The chubby man immediately looked up, glaring viciously at her, "My mother was killed by you, this quack! Even if she turns into a ghost, she won’t spare you!"

"You say she’s dead?"

Upon hearing this, the chubby man’s eyes flickered, then he sprawled over the stretcher, wailing loudly:

"Mother! Look at this quack! He has killed you yet shows no remorse! To avoid bearing the consequences of his own sins, he is even saying such things!"

"My poor mother! You died unjustly! To seek justice for you, please forgive your unfilial son for not being able to lay you to rest for now! Aahh! Mother!"

Yun Ran found his wailing unbearable! It was like ten drake ducks quacking by her ear.

She gave him a kick, "Stop howling! If you keep howling, the body might just rise and scare everyone!"

The wailing indeed stopped abruptly, and the chubby man looked up at Yun Ran in shock, disbelief in his eyes.

The next moment, he pointed at Yun Ran, filled with righteous indignation and mixed emotions of anger and grief, "What do you mean resurrect? What do you mean pretend? You heartless brat! Killing people wasn’t enough? Now you’re slandering the dead?"

"You even won’t spare the dead? Do you have any humanity left?"

"Oh heavens! How could there be such inhumane people in this world? Strike him down with lightning!"

Yun Ran: "..."

Feeling silently speechless (sympathizing with herself) for three seconds, Yun Ran kicked the chubby man aside, crouched beside the stretcher, and extended her hand towards the old woman on it.

The chubby man was shocked and screamed, "He’s trying to destroy evidence! Stop him! Quick!"

Immediately, seven or eight strong men rushed from the crowd, attempting to pull Yun Ran away.

"Divine Doctor Yan"

"Young Master Yan, be careful!"

Amid the exclamations of the crowd, Yun Ran’s eyes were calm, with a flick of her sleeve, a gale of wind swept through, instantly overturning the seven or eight strong men who had rushed up.

The crowd couldn’t believe they were knocked down by what seemed like a frail young brat?

Quickly scrambling up from the ground, they charged at her again.

A black shadow streaked past in the air, the light and wind blurring their vision, and then they were shocked to see all seven or eight strong men sprawled out on the ground again.