There is paradise above, and Suzhou and Hangzhou below. Suzhou has been an indispensable place since ancient times. It has always been praised by literati and merchants as one of the representatives of Jiangnan.
At Hanshan Temple outside Gusu City, the bell rang for the passenger ship at midnight.
At this time, the sun was setting, and a woman in green supported a woman in white as she walked into Suzhou City avoiding crowded places. The woman in white was staggering and was obviously seriously injured. It was Qinglian, the two sword-wielding maids of the White Lotus Sect. White peony root.
I hope that people in the world are not sick. I would rather put medicine on the shelf to help the world.
Looking at the couplets hanging on the door, one can immediately think that this is a medicine shop, with a plaque hanging outside called Jishi Hall.
From a distance, you can smell the strong aroma of medicine coming from the medicine shop, which makes people feel refreshed.
Qinglian supported Bai Shao and slowly walked into the medicine shop: "Is anyone there?"
Suddenly, an old man in his fifties suddenly appeared behind the counter. The old man had fair hair and a childish face, full of energy, his eyes were full of kindness, and he was wearing a light blue robe, which made it easy for people to feel close to him.
Seeing Bai Shao's seriously injured appearance, the old man immediately put down the medical book in his hand and hurriedly walked out of the counter: "What happened to the two girls? How could this girl be so seriously injured?"
Qinglian helped Bai Shao sit on a chair nearby: "Old sir, please save my sister. We two sisters encountered bandits on the way to visit relatives. My sister was shot in the body by the bandits' arrows. , I lost a lot of blood, I beg the old man to revive me and save my sister’s life.”
The old man grabbed Bai Shao's wrist and said, "Girl, I'm old man Zhou Ji, just call me Old Man Zhou. I'll take a pulse of this girl first."
"Mr. Zhou, please save my sister."
Mr. Zhou grabbed Bai Shao's wrist and closed his eyes slightly. His expression became more and more solemn and ugly. After a moment, he lowered Bai Shao's wrist and faced Qinglian: "This girl has a weak pulse, a gossamer breath, and a pale and bloodless face." , I have lost too much blood, I am afraid that the medicine and stone are useless, and my old medical skills are too shallow to make a difference. Miss, please express your condolences and prepare for the funeral."
Qinglian knelt on the ground with a plop and grabbed Mr. Zhou's hand: "Old sir, I beg you, little girl, you must think of a way. My little girl and her sister have been dependent on each other since they were young. If the sister is gone, the little girl will not be able to survive. As the saying goes Taoist doctors are benevolent, old sir, please think of a way, the little girl is willing to work as a cow and a horse for the old gentleman to repay your great kindness."
Mr. Zhou lamented: "Let me do my best, whether she can survive or not depends on her luck. Where is her wound?"
"abdomen."
Mr. Zhou lifted up the hem of Bai Shao's clothes, looked at the arrow shaft that had been cut off at both ends, leaving only one section. His expression suddenly changed, and he looked at Qinglian solemnly: "Girl, what you just said was that you encountered bandits, and were killed by bandits." Hit by an arrow?"
Qinglian's tone stuttered: "Yes...yes...we met...bandits."
Mr. Zhou shook his head: "You are lying, let alone the bandits, even the ordinary garrison does not have this kind of arrows, soul-destroying arrows, this kind of phoenix-feather soul-destroying arrows. No one else except the northern Xinjiang defenders." Yes, even if you cut off the sword head and the tail of the sword, you can still see it at a glance. Except for the soul-killing arrow, only the wooden feather arrow can do this kind of wound. It is precisely these two arrows that can do this kind of wound. They are all used by the border troops, who are you?"
Qinglian was a little panicked: "I... we... Mr...."
Seeing the sword behind Qinglian, a flash of understanding flashed across Mr. Zhou's face: "I am a doctor, and it is my duty to treat illnesses and save people. I don't need to ask about your identities. I will try my best to save this girl. Just leave it to fate."
"Thank you, old gentleman. My little lady will never forget your kindness."
"Help her onto the bed, and I will take out the arrow from her abdomen first."
White peony was lying on the bed. Mr. Zhou used a knife to cut open the clothes of white peony. He ignored the soft and smooth skin of white peony. He took out a few silver needles from the cloth bag and inserted a few needles into the abdomen of white peony: " The old man has sealed her acupuncture points, please hold her down and don't let her struggle at all, the more she struggles, the worse it will be for her."
Qinglian suppressed Bai Shao's shoulders. Mr. Zhou held the arrow shaft and exhaled, and suddenly pulled it out with force. Bai Shao twitched and fainted from the pain. There was a trace of sweat on his forehead, which could be seen from the pain caused. How astonishing the pain was.
The arrow was pulled out, and the wound stopped bleeding just a little bit. It was obviously the work of those silver needles. Mr. Zhou took out the cloth and prepared to bandage the wound. His face became ugly again. The impact of the soul-killing arrow had already wiped out the blood inside Bai Shao's belly. It is a miracle that seven or eighty-seven people with damaged intestines and stomachs can still survive to this day, which shows how strong the bones of people who practice martial arts are.
Mr. Zhou couldn't bear to say the words that hurt Qinglian's mood. He bandaged the wound silently, but he knew clearly that there was no cure. This woman would definitely die. It was only a matter of time. It depends on her face whether she could survive the night. It's all a problem.
"Girl, I'm going to make some medicine. You guys can talk more when this girl wakes up."
Qinglian was so distracted that she didn't understand the meaning of Mr. Zhou's words, and nodded gratefully to Mr. Zhou.
About half an hour later, Bai Shao opened her eyes, breathless, and looked at Qinglian whose face was filled with tears: "Silly girl, why are you crying? People will die sooner or later. I just went a step early. There is nothing to do." Uncomfortable."
"Sister, don't talk nonsense. You will be fine. Mr. Zhou went to make some medicine. If you drink the medicine, you will be fine."
"Silly girl, no one knows your situation better than sister, sister..."
"Sister, don't..."
"Qinglian, I heard from my sister that the White Lotus Sect is no longer a place where we can stay for a long time. The imperial court has murderous intentions and must destroy White Lotus. You have to go and find a new place to live incognito. That way I can rest assured."
"Sister, after you recover, we have to meet up with the leader and the others. Qinglian is not going anywhere."
"No, don't make peace. The White Lotus Sect is by no means a place of refuge. You are proficient in the art of poison in Miao territory. As long as you don't offend very powerful people, you can protect yourself on the road. You have to rush to Jinling to join Mr. Liu. This is the only way out to ensure your life is safe."
"I don't, I don't."
"Qinglian, since the incident in Yangzhou, you have been in a daze without thinking about food or food. My sister knows in her heart that you are thinking about Mr. Liu. Now you can rely on him to save your life."
"I didn't, sister, I didn't."
"Silly boy, you cry out every day in your sleep that I'm going to kill you, the thief. My sister can see that you have him in your heart. The situation was unpredictable at first and my sister couldn't bear to say it. Now the White Lotus Sect has been completely damaged. No matter what, you We can’t go back anymore.”
"Sister, you will be fine, you will be."
"Mr. Liu is not only the eldest son of the Liu family in the south of the Yangtze River. According to intelligence investigations, he is the adopted son of the Minister of War. He will have a relationship with the governor of Jinling as his son-in-law in the future. He also has some friendship with the King of Huainan. He is also the close associate of the emperor's master Wen Renzheng. Disciple, the emperor's senior brother, all these identities are enough to protect you. Even if someone knows that you were once a member of the White Lotus sect, your identity is too low and insignificant. His presence is enough to protect you from harm for the rest of your life. Remember, when you see Young Master Liu, you must sincerely plead and don’t act petty. Although Young Master Liu has a reputation as a playboy, he has never killed anyone. Remember my sister’s words and seek refuge with Young Master Liu.”
"Sister, I don't." Qinglian shouted heartbreakingly.
Bai Shao spat out a mouthful of blood with a pale face, and touched Qinglian's cheek with all his strength: "Remember...sister...speak...answer... "Please... do a good job for me..." Bai Shao's hands dropped weakly, and she closed her eyes with a relaxed smile.
"Sister, don't leave me alone, sister..."
"Alas, this life-threatening ginseng soup is of no use after all. My condolences, girl. Your sister went there with a smile. You should be happy for her. She has already thought of a way out for you. Don't let her down. , bandits, after all, it’s not a long-term solution.”
