Rebirth of the Black-bellied Princess Mo

When Xia Chu received the hand letter from Bingwen, it was at the twilight of the twelfth day, and he had just returned the account from the training ground.

Now, every morning and afternoon, he takes the time when the soldiers' drills are about to end, and goes around the drill field. If there are people in need of medical treatment, he will be there to watch.

For the first two days, he was ignored at all. They all think he is a hairy boy and can't look down on him. I would rather wait at the other two old men in line than go to him for direct medical treatment.

Until yesterday evening, two people came to the tent with a stretcher to look for him, saying that a captain of the mountain patrol accidentally fell from the back mountain and was unconscious. When I took it to the two old doctors, they said that they were poisoned, and they couldn't solve it, and asked them to mourn. They had to carry it to the beginning of Xia, and the dead horse was used as a living horse doctor.

Xia Chu asked the two of them to carry people into the tent. These two people should have a good relationship with the poisoned person. His eyes were bloodshot, his face was full of concern, and they all bowed to him, begging the doctor in clothing to save his life.

Xia Chu asked them to go out and wait, and then checked. The trauma is not serious, it is all abrasions, it should be caused by rolling. He dislocated his right arm, possibly from grabbing a branch when he fell.

Xia Chu first twisted his right arm with a "click", and then found some scratches on his palm, which were faintly blue-black. He took out the detoxifying wound ointment from the package and applied it to him, and applied the army's golden sore medicine to the remaining abrasions on his body. After a quarter of an hour, the color of the scratches on his hands slowly approached normal.

At the beginning of Xia, he checked his pulse, and he saw that the pulse was disordered, which was still a sign of poisoning. Xia Chu snorted, rolled his eyelids and turned gray, then opened his mouth, took a silver spoon dipped in a little saliva to do a toxicity test, and the saliva gradually turned gray foam.

Xia Chu pouted and took a detox pill for him to eat. This detoxification pill is really a big loss for him to detoxify such a small poison that he accidentally ingested poisonous fruit.

It's just that Xia Chu was too lazy to go to the mountains to find out what poisonous fruit he accidentally ingested, and when he came back, he had to make a soup.

This kid probably doesn't know that he has spent 20,000 taels of medicine by simply lying here. A detox pill, a bottle of detoxification cream.

Xia Chu gave him another sip of water and said to himself, "You are also lucky to meet me like the one inside."

The breath behind the screen was heavy.

After about a quarter of an hour, the temperature on his body dropped, Xia Chu checked the lower pulse again, and the pulse had returned to normal.

He called two people outside.

The two people looked at Xia Chu with ashen faces, and did not dare to ask.

Xia Chu pointed to the lying person and said, "Take it away."

The two were stunned for a moment, although they were mentally prepared. But when Xia Chu said it, the pain in his chest was still unbearable, and they hugged each other and cried.

"Hey? Hey! What are you howling, he's not dead." Xia Chu held his forehead.

"Isn't that also dying? You let us carry it away and die. There are no doctors in this army."

After one of them finished speaking, the other one cried even more. The two of them glanced at the lying brother and cried again.

"No, it's up to me if I'm cured or not carried away?" Xia Chu was very happy.

"You're going to die, and you still urge us to heal and not lift... eh? Uh??" One person complained while crying, suddenly reacted, stared at Xia Chu with wide eyes and asked, "Cure?"

Xia Chu nodded.

"That's great?" The other person confirmed again in disbelief.

Xia Chu nodded and scolded: "Can you lift it, there are still patients in me, I haven't eaten yet, can you do it a little bit?"

The two looked at each other and saw the surprise in each other's eyes that was beyond words.

One of them touched his forehead and shouted happily: "Really, the fever is gone."

The other one smiled happily when he heard the words, kicked the person who was called just now, and asked Xia Chu in a low voice: "Doctor Yi, they all said that there is no cure, why did you get cured in less than an hour."

"He just ate the poisonous fruit in the mountain by mistake, and when he fell, he grabbed a poisonous tree. The two poisons were mixed in the body, so the two doctors didn't know the reason or how to solve it."

"Wow, Doctor Yi is really amazing."

"Yeah, yeah, that's amazing."

"Okay, stop being flattering, take him back quickly, feed him some porridge, and he should be able to wake up within two days."

"Yes, thank you Doctor Yi, my name is Shan Xiangpeng."

"My name is Yan Jianghong." Another quickly introduced himself.

"The one lying down is called Deng Qizhong. The three of us are from the same army. We have killed people together and suffered knives together. We are all brothers. If you save Deng Qizhong, even if you save the three of us, you can talk to us in the future. "Shan Xiangpeng patted his chest and said.

Xia Chu looked at the excited two helplessly and nodded.

"Hurry up and take it away..."

"Okay, it's hard work, Doctor Yi."

Overnight, Dr. Yi's rejuvenating medical skills spread in the army. The two senior doctors who were respected in the army became the foothold of Xia Chu's position in the hearts of soldiers the next day.

When I went to the training ground in the early summer of today, everyone who saw him would politely call him Doctor Yiyi, and no one would call him a kid again, asking him if you could do it.

When Xia Chu returned to the tent, Bian Ding, who had been hidden inside, came out and handed the letter to him.

After reading it, Xia Chu asked him, "Why did you come in?"

They had made an appointment before that if Bian Ding had news in the army and passed on to Xia Chu, he would be reminded by the eagle chirping.

"I saw that you were coming back soon, so I came in ahead of time and waited for you." Bian Ding replied.

Xia Chu looked at him suspiciously.

"I, I want to come in and see how the master is doing." Bian Ding's face turned slightly red.

"Master?" Xia Chu leaned his head back and glanced behind the screen. The man who was wearing only a pair of trousers and was covered in blisters raised his eyebrows.

The man's gaze towards Xia Chu was calm. In the past four days, even if he started to calm down. Well, he's calm now...

"Master, that master doesn't seem to be able to speak?" Bian Ding asked worriedly.

"His throat is smoky, and it will be fine after a while." Xia Chu pouted.

"Look at the blisters on his body, don't worry about it, will his face be disfigured in the future?"

"Have you seen him?" Xia Chu teased.

The man behind the screen coughed.

Bian Ding said anxiously: "Master, what nonsense are you talking about, I, I just admire him!"

"No, don't worry. In less than a month, I guarantee that his skin will be smooth and his voice will be as good as ever."

"Really?" Bian Ding said happily.

Xia Chu nodded.

"Also, I still hang you!"

Bian Ding's originally smiling face was stabbed in the heart by Xia Chu's words, and his face was suddenly extremely ugly. Among the dark guards in the capital, he has always been top notch, okay? !

Bian Ding didn't dare to refute it, and he couldn't refute it anymore. What the young master said is the truth! ! He could only bow sullenly, and then disappeared with a "whoosh"...