Reborn girl from poor family

Chapter 3 Live without crying (3)

Su Ya fell off the bridge, and five people from the theater troupe hurried down to look for her.

There was some thin ice on the river bank in winter. They held on to the bridge piers and carefully explored down. The golden light of the setting sun shone through the bridge hole, dazzling people, and they were so dazzled that they suddenly lost sight of the brothers in front of them.

When the little man finally felt something was wrong and turned around to run, he suddenly received a heavy blow on the back of his neck, and he fell limply on the edge of the half-dry river bed.

"Hmph! A bunch of beasts, domineering! Black-hearted! How big of a grudge are you going to sell me to a brothel?"

An angry but beautiful female voice sounded. Su Ya, who should have fallen miserably under the bridge, not only did not look embarrassed, but she also stepped on the bad guys with great authority.

She tucked the hem of her skirt that was in the way around her waist, and with an angry look on her face, she kicked each of the five people lying on the riverbed several times without mercy.

If someone was about to wake up from the pain, she would kick her again and knock them out again. Then she would tie the five people together with their belts, stuff their mouths with their smelly socks, and tie the hemp ropes they brought with them into two pieces.

His butt passed through the bottom of the bridge railing and hung the five people on the bridge railing.

She tied people up extremely well. The five people were of different heights, but after being hung up by her, the five pairs of toes were aligned. Their hanging bare feet were only an inch or two away from the ice, and they could touch them when they stood on tiptoes.

When you go to the ice, you can somewhat share the pain of being hung up on your wrist - if the ice is not broken.

Su Ya arranged everything, wiped the sweat from her forehead, and finally felt that the long-standing sullenness in her heart was gone.

"Why, you think I'm weak and you want to bully me? Humph!"

She stood at the end of the bridge and looked down. Each of the five drooped heads was squeezed between the hanging arms. They were all still unconscious and no longer had the energy to act as bad as before.

Su Ya clapped her hands with satisfaction, straightened her skirt, and walked away.

The afterglow of the setting sun stretched her figure until she reached a pair of eyes behind the window of a small building in the distance.

Shen Huai sat in front of the window, watching the graceful figure disappear in the alley, then looked away, lowered his head and coughed lightly.

The two attendants who were concentrating on answering the consultation of Zhang Shenmu, a famous doctor in Huai'an, immediately turned their heads, and the white-faced young man among them immediately came over to help him close the window.

Zhang Shenmu almost stopped talking, looked at his face, and said: "From my perspective, the young master's illness is indeed not caused by an injury. He is really suffering from a rare poison."

Shen Huai's face definitely didn't look like he was poisoned. Not only was it neither black nor purple, but the young man's complexion was beautiful and fresh. Only his light lip color revealed a sick look, his eyes were cold and cold, and there was not even a trace of a smile on his face.

Wu, with a high jade crown and a straight back, looks like a jade statue of a god, carrying an indescribable suppressive power.

When he saw that Zhang Shenmu had finished checking his pulse, he also retracted his arm, nodded slightly, and said in a low and hoarse voice: "Thank you, Zhang Shengshou."

"Ashamed," Zhang Shenmu looked ashamed and said carefully, "I can only tell whether it is a poison or a disease, but I don't know how to detoxify it. How can I be worthy of the title of Holy Hand? Sir, please take off your clothes and let me take a look at the injury.

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The injury was on the right side of the waist. It was a long and slender cut. The skin was rolled up and had not healed for a long time. There was redness and swelling around it. Zhang Shenmu pressed it with his hand, and the surrounding muscles suddenly tightened. It must have been extremely painful. He couldn't help but raise his head.

He took another look at Shen Huai's face.

The jade carving lowered his eyes and met his gaze coldly.

Hiss - this young man is really cold and tough, without any fear of life and death. He is indeed an extraordinary person.

However, how could he sit with his back straight for so long despite being so injured?

Fortunately, the attendant was very sensible and asked respectfully about the condition of the injury and the medication. Zhang Shenmu regained the feeling of a holy hand and carefully washed away the old medication from the wound, cut out the rotten flesh, re-sutured the medication, and then carefully considered the prescription.

Shen Huai didn't even hum the whole time. If it weren't for his tense muscles and held back breathing, Zhang Shenmu would have almost thought he didn't feel pain.

"Change the dressing on the wound once a day, and take a patch of decoction every three hours for half a month. The first seven days of medication are very strong, which seems dangerous, but you don't need to panic. This is to suppress the toxicity, heal the waist injury, and eliminate the poison. It’s unsolved.”

The wound was delayed and it was not easy to treat. Zhang Shenmu was so busy that he sweated on his forehead, "My life is at stake. Young master must find Liu Sandian as soon as possible to detoxify."

"How long can Zhang Shengshou suppress the poison?" Shen Huai got up from the couch, his face was pale and his forehead was wet with sweat, but he waved his hand and refused the new clothes that the attendant offered him to change into, and only put on a thick cloak. .

"... At most three months, after that time, there is no cure. This poison is really vicious. It is hidden in the blood. The poison is released slowly and slowly. The poisoned person's blood will become weaker and weaker, and his physical strength will gradually become exhausted. In the future, he will only I thought it was a sudden illness that was fatal. If it hadn't been applied to the hidden weapon this time, the wound had not healed for a long time before the flaw was exposed, and the young master came to look for me cautiously, I'm afraid the opportunity would have been really delayed."

Zhang Shenmu sighed again as he spoke: "When it comes to curing diseases and saving people, I think I am not inferior to others, but this method of treating poisons is really beyond my reach. Two years ago, he traveled to Huai'an, and the two of us also visited him. We met several times, but there was no news about him after that. The young master came all the way from Wuchang and never heard any new news?"

The attendants on the left and right didn't know what they thought of, and they looked angry, but Shen Huai remained indifferent. When the attendant took the prescription and went to find the boy downstairs to get the medicine, he made a junior salute to Zhang Shenmu: "Zhang Shengshou, I'm here this time. The itinerary cannot be announced..."

"I understand, Mr. Zhou Huai."

Zhang Shenmu was very knowledgeable. Before Shen Huai could finish speaking, he returned the courtesy and took over the conversation.

After sending Shen Huai to the door, Zhang Canmu watched the low-key carriage disappear into the alley. The child was so cold in the cold wind that he couldn't help stamping his feet to keep warm. He asked: "Sir, is this young man a big shot? You still want to send him as a gift?" Go out."

Zhang Canmu tilted his head and glanced at him. Thinking of the two capable attendants beside Shen Huai, he couldn't help but sigh and warned: "These are old friends. You must remember: no matter when they come here in the future, you must not stop them." .”

The medicine boy responded ignorantly, thinking that because of his reputation as a holy hand, no matter in the capital or Huai'an, people would treat him with courtesy wherever he went. Those who sought medical advice were rarely as cautious and cherished as they are today. You should be more careful yourself.

The two attendants, who were admired deeply by Zhang Shengshou, were actually a little confused at the moment. The young master decided to take a detour to pass a certain small bridge.

After the carriage meandered for a while in the night, they heard a vague murmur with the ears of martial arts practitioners. The two of them immediately became alert. The black-faced tall man stopped the carriage and asked for instructions outside the carriage: "Master, I Go and have a look.”

Shen Huai hummed in the car: "Ask about the situation and don't do anything else."

"yes."

After a while, Gao Jun reported back: "It was five people from the Chunxing Opera Troupe in Huai'an City who were hung on the bridge railing. They said they were raped by a female thief."

Xu Yuan opened the curtain and looked: "What kind of female thief can hang up five of them at once?"

"It is said that this lady is from Tian Hui Bookstore. My name is Su Ya or Su Ya. Whether she is a female thief is another matter. Anyway, these people are dishonest. They put the knife to their necks and said they had a personal grudge with that woman. Today they are going to kill her. I was kidnapped, but I didn’t expect to be taught a lesson.”

Shen Huai closed his eyes and leaned against the carriage, tapping his fingers twice on his knees: "Let's go."

The carriage started moving again, and silence returned to the carriage.

(End of chapter)