"I have not studied medicine? How should I save you? Otherwise, I can go north of the mountain to see a physician surnamed Zhu there; perhaps he has a good remedy."
The woodcutter hurriedly said, "No need, you only need to carry me to the imperial temple on the mountain to rest for one night, and wait until the craftsmen come up the mountain tomorrow, then I will be saved."
"Carry you into the temple?"
Xu Qing smiled and said, "Alright, I love helping people the most."
After saying this, Xu Qing turned around, bent down, and crouched.
Behind him, the woodcutter's simple smile completely disappeared, replaced by a fierce and sinister gleam in his eyes.
He picked up his woodcutting axe, aimed at the back of the young man's neck, and raised it high.
However, before the axe could fall, the woodcutter saw the young man's rear head change, unexpectedly growing a brand-new face!