The protagonist committed numerous evil deeds.

Chapter 56 Jiangcheng 14 Life and death are determined by fate, everyone draw lots.

The doors of Anle Medical Clinic opened, and the people begging for help instantly erupted into chaos.

A few people came out of the clinic first, separated the crowd, and set up a stall in front of the clinic. A lively young girl slowly walked out of the clinic.

When the woman came out, the crowd became even more agitated.

"Healer Anle, save me! Save me!"

"Please, healer, save my life!"

The woman had beautiful features, a pointed chin, and a small, delicate nose that, while not particularly high.

The woman held a bamboo skewer in her hand and gently shook it.

"As usual, life and death are determined by fate. Everyone, please draw lots."

Anle smiled brightly, as if she were playing some fun game.

"I'll come first!"

"I come!"

Everyone rushed forward, but the servants surrounding them were too strong, and they couldn't get any closer.

An elderly mother, well past fifty, used her brute strength to push her way to the front of the crowd.

She was being pushed and shoved by the crowd, and it looked like she fell down.

Wen Li frowned, wondering whether she should go to save the person, but the next second she saw the mother crawl out from between a servant's legs.

At this moment, the mother's hair was disheveled, and her clothes still bore many footprints. When she opened her mouth, blood fell out along with her teeth.

"Immortal Physician Anle, I arrived first, let me go first. My child has been in pain for three days. Please, Immortal Physician, save her."

Anle looked down at the woman lying at his feet and said casually, "Alright, you go first. But life and death are in the hands of fate. Auntie, draw lots."

When it came time to draw lots, Anle couldn't help but grin mischievously. She straightened her back, handed the bamboo stick to the woman, tilted her head slightly, and glanced at her reaction.

The woman stared at the bamboo skewers in fear, swallowing hard. She reached into the skewers but hesitated to pull one out.

"Hurry up, draw it in!"

"Don't waste everyone's time."

"You wretched woman! Are you trying to drag us down with your life by not smoking?"

Unlike the restlessness of the crowd, Anle appeared remarkably calm and patient.

Anle said very gently, "It's okay, you can smoke whenever you want."

The woman turned to look at her son outside the crowd, but there were too many people, and she couldn't see him at all. All she saw was people's anger and insults towards her.

With a determined heart, she quickly grabbed a slip of paper and drew it out.

"So fast! Let me see, what did you draw?"

Anle nimbly pulled the bamboo sticks back from her hands and placed them in her palms to examine them.

With just one glance, she said regretfully, "This is a hopeless situation. There's really nothing I can do for this person. Ma'am, you should find someone else."

After saying this, Anle threw the bamboo stick on the ground, on which was written the word "death".

"No! No! Please, I beg you! Save my son! He's only twenty!"

The woman kept banging her head against the ground, her face covered in blood, but she felt no pain whatsoever.

The servant pulled her out and threw her outside the crowd. The woman screamed desperately, trying to squeeze back in, but it was all in vain.

People's attention was focused only on the small bamboo stick in Anle's hand.

They were all eager to take the gamble.

"A live draw! It's a live draw!"

People's attention was completely drawn to the man who drew the lucky lot, and no one noticed the woman who drew the unlucky lot.

Anle smiled and congratulated him, saying, "As long as you have a breath left, I can save anyone. You only have half a leg broken, I can heal it in a little while."

"Thank you, Immortal Physician Anle, thank you so much!"

The man sat in the chair, and Anle applied the ointment from his hand to the ointment, then casually drew two circles with his other hand, and a silver light covered it.

The man felt a cool, itchy sensation on his injured leg. He saw muscles growing back in his atrophied calf, and he could feel blood flowing through it. He tried to stand up, and sure enough, his leg was completely healed.

"A medical sage, truly a medical sage!"

Anle proudly waved his bamboo stick: "There's nothing I can do, it's fate. Who will be the next to draw a lot!"

"Me! I'm coming!"

The crowd stirred again, excited.

"Someone jumped into the river!"

Wen Li's gaze was originally fixed on the crowd at Anle Medical Clinic, but upon hearing these words, she immediately turned to the riverbank.

Several burly men who had been watching the commotion had already jumped into the river to rescue the people.

Seeing that the person had already swallowed and drowned, Wen Li pulled out a ghost talisman from her sleeve and flew into the water.

The people floated to the surface; it was a man and a woman, the mother and son who had drawn the death lot.

The man had already died before entering the water, and the mother, after being rescued, had been crying uncontrollably.

However, this did not affect other people's lottery for medical treatment, and the area in front of Anle Medical Hall remained very lively.

The treatment involved drawing lots, and half an hour passed quickly.

But Anle still had someone draw a lot, picked up the bamboo stick, looked at it, and announced: "A live lot!"

Before the man who had drawn the lucky lot could even rejoice, Anle said, "But I'm really sorry, it's time to pack up and go. It's fate that took your life, so don't blame me."

The man's face was bloodless and his eyes were sunken, clearly indicating that he was terminally ill.

Anle turned and stepped into the clinic with cheerful steps, ignoring the wails and cries of the people behind her.

Like a thrilling gamble, the winners have long lost interest, while those who have nothing are filled with resentment and want to try their luck.

"She's just playing them for a fool!"

Wen Li felt displeased, and looking at the people rushing forward to draw lots, she couldn't help but feel sad.

Seeing Wen Li's anger, Shen Yingsi gently comforted her, "But she was saving people after all, and saving people is doing good. For these people whose lives are not in their own hands, there is nothing wrong with what she did."

Those who don't even have their own lives in their own hands are truly unfortunate and pitiful.

"Xianzhi, can you understand these suffering people? Don't you feel sad when you see this?"

"In this life, there are very few things that we can control. Only as we become stronger can we hold onto more and more things. But there are always some things that you can never hold onto. Everyone has their own destiny."

Wen Li's eyes shifted from the common people to Shen Yingsi: "Destiny? Did destiny arrange for us to stand side by side here today?"

Shen Yingsi looked at her without answering.

Wen Li continued, "I don't know if I can always keep my life in my own hands, but I must never let my life fall into the hands of others. Shen Xianzhi, you have saved so many people and helped others take control of their lives so many times. Why do you say it's fate today?"

"Their lives are their own, what does it have to do with me? I'm already being kind by not killing anyone."

His voice was gentle, even carrying a hint of compassion.

Wen Li couldn't see through him through the mask, and she still couldn't understand him even after taking it off.

"Back when rabbit disease was rampant, everyone abandoned those who were infected. But you were the only one who said you cared about their lives. Why don't you care now?"

Shen Yingsi himself couldn't explain why he no longer cared.