Do Not Seek Fairy Fate

Chapter 9 Treatment

Brother Wei trembled when he heard this, turned around tremblingly, and lowered his head, not daring to look at the other party.

"Strong...a strong man." Because of fear, his voice stuttered even more:

"This brother's abdomen was pierced by an arrow, which hurt...injured internal organs. Ordinary medicine can't..."

"Snapped!"

Before he finished speaking, someone slapped his cheek hard, and his whole body whirled and fell heavily to the ground.

In just an instant, his side face was already swollen, his mouth was bloody, and his voice was hard to distinguish.

"Fuck you!"

Although the man was wearing a Confucian shirt, when he got angry, there was no elegance at all, and he kicked hard:

"That is to say, you can't cure it?"

"waste!"

"Don't!" Brother Wei stretched his hands in front of him, although he stopped the kicking movement, he couldn't bear the force of it.

Immediately, the whole person rolled over and fell backwards, knocking down the table and case, and injured many places on his body.

"Strong man, spare your life!" Seeing the man in the Confucian shirt rushing towards him again, Senior Brother Wei hastily shouted:

"Although I can't cure it, I know who can!"

"Who can cure it?" The man in the Confucian shirt stared at him, grabbed his hair with his big hands, and lifted him up high:

"Say it!"

"My master!" Brother Wei said with blood in his mouth, his voice unclear:

"His injury is very serious. Only my master and ancestor in the county can heal it."

"You let me go, I will take you into the city..."

"Snapped!"

Before he finished speaking, he slapped him hard again, and the other half of his face swelled up.

The man in the Confucian shirt had a stern look on his face, and said:

"If we can enter the city, do we still need to turn around to let you come here?"

"and……"

He gritted his teeth, and his eyes showed murderous intent: "I really think I don't know anything? My brother can't stand the bumps at all now!"

As people who have been on the verge of life and death all year round, how can they lack the common sense of first aid?

"Strong man!" Senior Brother Wei said in a vague voice with horror in his eyes:

"You can't enter the city, but you can let my master come over. I will go back and ask the old man to come for a diagnosis and treatment."

As he said, he grabbed the other party's sleeve with both hands, and said anxiously: "If you let me go, I will definitely bring my master!"

"Just like you?" The Confucian shirt man sneered disdainfully:

"Bring your master here, I'm afraid we will be thankful if we don't bring the yamen official!"

"Brother." The big man holding a cooked copper stick at the door stared wide-eyed and said:

"What should we do now?"

"What should I do?" the man in the Confucian shirt clenched his teeth:

"Go, kill two people from Sun's house, and tell Master Sun that I want to see this guy's master within two hours."

"If you want to bring back a piece of trash like this time..."

"snort!"

He snorted angrily, and slammed down with one hand, already knocking Senior Brother Wei to the ground heavily.

The force was so great that the leg bone was broken with just a 'click'.

"ah!"

Senior Brother Wei screamed loudly, his forehead was sweating, his hands were hugging his right leg and his body was trembling crazily.

"Brother." There was a man in black clothes with a thin body, and he was playing with a sharp dagger in his hand.

He glanced across the field coldly, licked his dagger lightly with his scarlet tongue, softly:

"That is to say, these two are useless?"

"Third brother, now is not the time to have fun." The man in the Confucian shirt frowned and said:

"Kill them directly and give them a good time!"

"It's boring." The third child curled his lips, but seeing the cold expression on the man's face, he had no choice but to step forward:

"Fortunately for you, the boss is not interested in having fun, so this time I will give you a good time."

"No...no..." Senior Brother Wei trembled, his eyes were full of horror, and he shook his head frantically:

"Don't kill me, don't kill me!"

"I have money!"

"I will see a doctor!"

"I have seniors and juniors, I can't die!"

"I will do whatever you ask me to do, please, don't kill me, don't kill me!"

He knelt down and begged bitterly, with snot running down his face, but what he got in return was a sneer from the other party.

"We asked you to save people, but it's a pity you can't!" The third child shook his head slightly, and with a flick of his fingers, the dagger bounced back and forth between his fingers.

He leaned forward and said in a low voice: "In the next life, I will have a better memory, and I must learn medical skills well, otherwise I will not die with peace in my eyes!"

As he spoke, he patted Senior Brother Wei on the head, and looked at Mo Qiu with a smile.

He seemed to like seeing other people's frightened expressions very much, but he was not in a hurry to kill people.

At least, one can kill the other first.

At this time, Mo Qiu, who had encountered this situation for the first time, had already turned pale, his body trembled, and could not speak at all.

Seeing the cruel youngest stepping forward, he froze, forcibly suppressing the fear in his heart, and tremblingly raised his right hand.

"I……"

"What are you?" The third child stretched out his hand, and Mo Qiu felt a chill on his wrist, and a short sleeve fell off gently.

The chill from the dagger made goose bumps all over his body instantly explode.

A coldness suddenly surged up from the tailbone and rushed to the back of the head, which also raised Mo Qiu's voice.

"I can cure it!"

"What?" The third child was taken aback.

"What did you say?" The man in the Confucian shirt also changed his eyes, looked sideways, and his voice was full of suspicion:

"You said my brother's injury, can you heal it?"

"Boss, this is simply impossible." The youngest came back to his senses and shook his head casually:

"This little guy looks like an apprentice in the pharmacy. What can he do with an injury that the master can't heal?"

"Am I right?"

The last sentence was spoken to Senior Brother Wei on the ground.

Senior Brother Wei opened his mouth. He hoped it was true, but he knew it was impossible.

"Look." The third child shrugged:

"This little guy just doesn't want to die, and he's bluffing people with big talk, but I don't know that I hate this kind of unguarded talk the most!"

As he said, he was about to step forward.

"I can really cure it!" Mo Qiu trembled and said hastily:

"He injured his internal organs and bled profusely. Now it's too late to go to the city to find a doctor."

"Leave it to me, he...he may still be saved."

"Going to call someone is a dead end!"

"Huh?" The Confucian shirt man's face darkened, but his eyes flickered, as if hesitating.

"Boss." The third child was stunned:

"You don't believe him, do you? This guy is only so old. Second brother's injury can only be healed by a doctor who is proficient in trauma."

"I am!" Opening his mouth, Mo Qiu eased the tension in his heart, and hurriedly said:

"I don't know anything else, but I'm good at diagnosing bleeding and arrow wounds."

"You believe in me, I can really cure it!"

"Stinky boy!" The third child frowned and moved closer:

"Take fun of such things, I think you are impatient?"

"Third." The man in the Confucian shirt suddenly stretched out his hand and said:

"Let him try!"

"Brother!" The third child was taken aback, and everyone else in the room was also surprised. Obviously, no one believed what Mo Qiu said.

Even Senior Brother Wei had a look of despair.

"Second's injury can't be delayed." The Confucian shirt man looked serious and shook his head lightly under everyone's gaze:

"Just like what he said just now, it's too late to call someone now, the only thing we can do is... fight!"

"But..." someone questioned.

"Boy." The Confucian shirt man waved his hand, interrupted his companion's conversation, and stared at Mo Qiu coldly:

"Heal my brother's wounds, everything is easy to say, but if you lie..."

Speaking of this, he gritted his teeth and showed a ferocious face: "I will make you regret coming to this world!"

"No, I won't." Mo Qiu's mentality changed, but his face was forced to be calm, and he took off the medicine box on his shoulder with both hands.

Immediately he gathered himself together, and then walked towards the bed.

When Senior Brother Wei checked the injury, he followed suit, knowing the other party's injury in his heart.

Then I checked it carefully again, and said in my heart:

"Looking at this person's injury, it was pierced by a bow and arrow, but for some reason, instead of controlling the injury first, he continued to exert force, resulting in a larger wound, excessive blood loss, and eventually fell into a coma."

"Stop the bleeding first!"

"Their methods of stopping bleeding are too poor, and people will die when they draw an arrow."

"Then stop the injury, restore the circulation of Qi and blood, and slowly draw out the bow and arrow without enlarging the wound."

"Finally, use drugs to stimulate physical vitality..."

As he muttered in his heart, his hands were already busy.

Several months of hands-on experience in assisting him has made him no longer feel uncomfortable in the face of blood.

Not long after, all kinds of methods have been used together, and the movements have become more and more skillful, not at all like an apprentice who is healing someone for the first time.

Zhixue powder, pressing method of six designated points, cutting arrow feathers, melting elixir...

"Help me warm up this ointment!"

"Mix these medicinal powders into warm water and take them later. The patient can't speak? Use the hollow grass stem to deliver them into the stomach little by little."

After explaining it in an orderly manner, the fear in my heart disappeared without knowing when.

His changes made several people in the field look at each other suspiciously.

As time passed, until the two blood-stained arrows were slowly pulled out, their expressions began to become a little excited.

The man in the Confucian shirt clenched his fists tightly, his veins bulging.

"call……"

Success or failure depends on the last step. Mo Qiu took a deep breath, wiped the sweat off his face, and slowly stretched out his hand.

Invigorate the blood and frighten the body to press the fingers!

Press the acupoint on the top of the head with one hand, and press back and forth on the heart with the other hand. The pressure becomes more and more urgent with time.

finally.

"Um!"

The patient on the bed grunted and let out a long breath.