Wen Yuechu's words touched the hearts of the others.

They also followed, "Yes! I have to go out and argue with them. Why should we be criticized by them like this? This thing was not something we spread out."

"How many of their relatives are there? They don't think about our good deeds, and they blame us."

"Why? Second sister-in-law and Uncle Fan are here to take care of their relatives day and night. But they treat this way. Is it worth it? What do they rely on?"

Wen Yuechu, Wen Yueru, and Song Ling, the three of them were indignant.

No matter what Wen Chong shouted behind him, they ran out and opened the hospital gate.

Wang and Mo Meizi looked at each other and hurriedly followed them out.

Wen Chong was looking at Song Nuan, and Song Nuan nodded at him, "Let's go out too."

Gu Bufan sighed and looked at Wen Chongzheng and Song Nuan with heartache.

It is clearest that the couple is so kind and difficult that it is not easy for them to be clear to others.

He didn't blame Wen Yuechu and the others for being so angry. He was also angry when he listened to the angry scolding of those outside and the things that were smashed in like rain.

Why?

He asked in his heart, "What do those people rely on? Will their conscience hurt if they do such a thing?"

Gu Bufan also walked out.

"Girl, don't come out, so that they won't be hit by them."

Song Nuan nodded, watched them go out, and listened to them quarrel with the villagers outside.

For a moment, Song Nuan was also a little confused. She didn't know that they saved these people day and night. The villagers outside didn't think about their good deeds and even pressed all their mistakes on them.

Is this worth it? Or is it not worth it?

At the gate of the courtyard.

When the villagers saw Wen Chongzheng coming out, they immediately pointed the arrow at Wen Chongzheng.

"A Zheng, tell us clearly why you have known that there is a plague inside, but you don't."

"Yes, you have to make it clear. What are you doing without us? Do you want us to die with you?"

"I know that the first person who has a high fever is your Yangyang and Xiaoshan. Your children have contracted a plague, don't worry, don't tell us. Now let the plague spread in the village, are you going to take us to death?"

"Wen Chongzheng, you are really too much. We have always regarded you as good people and great benefactors, but I don't know that your heart is so dark behind your back."

Wen Yuechu and the others heard the villagers turn against each other so ruthlessly and accusing Wen Chongzheng. How could she bear it?

She stepped forward to criticize the people, "All of you have no consciences, are you? My second brother and second sister-in-law will help you so much, so you won't read it. This thing was not made by our family, so why do you scold them here?"

"Do you know that my second sister-in-law is about to give birth, but in order to take care of these patients in your family, my second sister-in-law hasn't had a rest for several days. You are really too heartless."

Wen Yueru stood beside Wen Yuechu, looked at the villagers, and said, "You are all greedy for life and fear of death, so you push the responsibility to others. Fortunately, we are here to help you take care of others, but if there is a problem, blame others for the responsibility."

"Why don't you think about it? We won't tell you that this is a plague. It's just that everyone can live a good life and don't be in trouble. You say that the plague will kill people, and that we will take you to die together, but why don't you think about it, why are we working so hard to save people?"

"Who can guarantee that you are not infected and let you go? Let you go out, that is to let you die."

The villagers were both angry and a little embarrassed when they listened, but in the face of life and death, they were more angry.

"Don't say it so nicely here. If you told us right away that this was a plague, we would have left long ago. How could we get infected? We have lived here for so long now, and we really might get infected."

"Don't be rude and don't listen to their nonsense. They are all unscrupulous. They die by themselves and will take us together."

Suddenly, someone in the crowd smashed something inside and smashed the tile of [Zhengyangju] with a bang.

The stone smashed the tiles and smashed them down. Someone inside screamed, as if he had been hit.

Song Nuan ran into the room and looked at Song Sanshui's aunt covering her head, blood flowing from her head.

Song Nuan quickly took gauze and medicine powder and went to bandage her, "Uncle, don't be nervous, it's okay, I'll bandage it for you."

As he was speaking, another stone fell from the roof and landed in front of the two of them, with a bang.

Song Nuan couldn't help but screamed.

Wen Chongzheng and the others heard Song Nuan's voice outside and hurriedly ran in.

"How is Nuannuan? What's wrong?"

Wen Chong was rushing in and then he felt relieved when he saw Song Nuan standing upright and bandaging the wound for Song Sanshui's aunt.

"Nannuan, please let me go first. I will carry my uncle to that side and bandage it. A hole has been smashed on it, and the thing will fall down again. You can't hurt you again."

Song Nuan nodded.

Old Mrs. Song asked: "What are the people outside quarrels? I can't hear it very clearly, why are they smashing things?"

Old Mrs. Song was vaguely listening, only hearing someone was arguing, but she didn't know what to say.

Wen Chongzheng shook his head and said, "It's okay, it's okay."

Song Nuan continued to bandage her, looked at Wen Chongzheng, and said, "A Zheng, hurry up and go out to comfort them. I'm here, it's okay."

Wen Chongzheng nodded and hurried out again.

Outside, Zhang Ziqiang, Song Sanshui, and Zhang Daji. Thaksin were already standing in front of the crowd.

Zhang Lusheng and Zhang Dahan also ran over.

They looked at Wen Yuechu and the others nervously. Seeing that they were fine, they secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and then turned to look at the crowd.

"What are you going to do? Is this happening, is it something that everyone wants to see? Wen Erjie Wen Ersan, and Doctor Gu, have done so much for everyone, but you can't see it?"

"But he can't hide it from us, isn't he just letting us die here?"

Zhang Ziqiang listened to these words, "Why do you only know how to die? Everyone is nervous when something like this happens. I want to hide this from everyone."

"You are worried about yourself. After your family is sent to you, will you ask you to take care of him? If you don't let you take care of him, don't you just want to spread it to you? Look at him, who are the people who care for these patients? These are from my Zhang family and Wen family."

"You are all afraid of death, aren't our two families afraid of death? Are there anyone in this world who is not afraid of death? But why do we still have to take care of it here?"

The villagers were silent.

Zhang Ziqiang was so angry that he pointed at them and continued to curse: "If this happens, you only know how to make trouble. Now what can you make trouble?"

"I tell you, I remember whoever you make a fuss or smash things. When you are all infected, you will leave it aside first and wait for death to see if I can save it?"

"When something happens, you should think about it carefully. I will tell you the first time, what will you do? And we didn't make sure it was right at the beginning."

"I, Zhang Ziqiang, will leave the word here today. If you, whoever dares to make trouble again, will carry your relatives back. You will be responsible for your own life or death."

None of the villagers spoke anymore.

Old Mrs. Zhang walked out, looked at Zhang Ziqiang, and said, "Village Chief, you are just venting your anger on their noses. When things come to this point, you only know how to blame us. Why don't you tell us the first time? We know the information as soon as possible, and there is still a way out."

Zhang Ziqiang looked at Old Mrs. Zhang and laughed directly.

"Aunt Zhang, in this village, you are the one who has no position to say these words. Don't you remember who saved your family when the fire broke out in your house? Who was anxious to save the people? You also confiscated your medical expenses and saved those of you wholeheartedly?"

"You are really an ungrateful wolf. These are the hungry wolves on the mountain. After being treated like this, they probably won't be like you. You are already old and have experienced so much. I'm still a blessing to you that you can say."

Old Mrs. Zhang is Zhang's mother.

No one in the village didn’t know what happened to the Zhang family. Who was the one who helped them the most? It was naturally Wen Chongzheng and his wife.

Now she stands up and says these words.

It is indeed disgusting and disgusting.

Zhang Ziqiang looked at her and said, "Your family's life has been recovered. If you can live for more than seven or eight months, you have to thank A Zheng and his wife. It seems that if you live for more than seven or eight months, you will be in vain. If you can still say such words, I am really..."

Zhang Ziqiang did not finish speaking, but shook his head with disappointment, and then looked up at the other villagers.

"Now, you, whoever has a patient in your house will go in and carry him away, and those who don't have one will continue to stand here, and if you want to make trouble, I will definitely not stop you. When the people from the government outside hear it, they will naturally deal with it."

After the words came, the scene was silent.

No one dared to speak out, and no one dared to walk in.

Zhang Ziqiang glanced over them angrily, stood sideways, pointing at the gate of the yard, "Get in, go in now. I know too. Almost every family has patients there, go, carry them away."

Everyone lowered their heads, and no one dared to speak anymore.

At this time, Old Man Song was carrying two bundles of firewood balls and stood outside the crowd.

"Give it a little, let it a little, you guys give it a little."

Everyone moved aside, and Old Man Song brought Chai in.

He placed the firewood directly at the gate of the courtyard.

Zhang Ziqiang grabbed Old Man Song.

Old Man Song looked over with confusion, "What's wrong with the village chief?"

Zhang Ziqiang looked at him, then looked at the crowd.

"Look at Uncle Song and Uncle Song, how did he make it? How much wood he brings here every day? What is this wood used for cooking? Isn't it just for your family members to decoct medicine, cook, and boil water, and what about you?"

"You know that your family is inside, and who has sent you a bowl of rice, a load of water, or a piece of wood? What kind of person was Uncle Song before? You all know what kind of person he is now. Now, look at yourself, are you still worthy of being a person?"

After Zhang Ziqiang cursed, he let go of Old Man Song's hand.
To be continued...