Xiao Huadong was worried, and Wang Wenxiu was even more worried.
There is no problem with Xiao Huadong's handling, but the problem lies with Yun Dan.
If Yun Dan dies, the Supervisory Office will not be able to explain clearly even if it has thousands of mouths.
The Tubo people only believed what the Tubo people said, and they did not believe the Han people's explanations at all.
This truth is actually very simple. They only believe in their own people.
Although the security team is good, they are Han after all.
In their words, the Han people came to seize the Tibetan people's land and enslave the Tibetan people.
Naturally, the Jianguo Mansion also has a medical clinic, and the little saint's nephew Yang Xiao is in charge here.
The little saint only had ten lay disciples, masters and disciples, and being able to send one here showed how much the little saint valued Ye Bao.
Although Yang Xiao is the little saint's nephew, he is older than the little saint, about forty.
However, he has three long beards, fair complexion, sharp eyebrows and starry eyes. He looks like he is only about thirty, so he is very attractive.
Unlike other sects, the Chunyang Sect has extremely high requirements for selecting disciples. They must not only have talent, but also have good looks.
The Chunyang Sect is so strict that it naturally has to restrict its own development, so this sect is not as good as the Quanzhen Sect.
At this time, Yang Xiao was undergoing surgery in a closed room.
The walls of this closed house are all made of lime and have been disinfected with alcohol to prevent microscopic insects that are invisible to the naked eye.
Wang Wenxiu ignored the intoxicating smell of alcohol in the whole room and came to Yang Xiao.
He looked at Yun Dan who was lying on the bed covered with bandages, bowed his hands to Yang Xiao, and asked in a deep voice: "Mr. Yang, can this person be saved?"
"His injuries are very serious. Almost all the ribs on his chest are broken, and his leg bones and hand bones are also broken. It is obvious that the Tibetan people want to kill him." Yang Xiao wiped the sweat from his forehead, with lingering fear, while returning the courtesy, The answer is not the answer to the question.
"I know this," Wang Wenxiu said with an ugly expression on his face and his eyebrows knitted together, "What I'm worried about is, can this person be saved?"
Yang Xiao thought for a while and said: "Everything has been done, all the broken bones have been reattached, and all the medicine has been White Immortal Medicine. This curative effect is far superior to that of Jinchuang Medicine."
"So, Mr. Yang has tried his best." Wang Wenxiu looked at Yundan again and saw no movement from him. "When will he wake up?"
"His injuries are extremely serious, not only external injuries, but also internal injuries and congestion. It is estimated that it will take him a day and a night to wake up." Yang Xiao thought for a while and finally said, "Of course, this is related to his physical condition. His physical condition is not good. He will wake up in three or four days. It’s possible to come.”
Wang Wenxiu bowed his hands to Yang Xiao with a look of joy on his face: "Thank you so much. Please let me know when you wake up."
"Special Envoy Wang, Special Envoy Wang, I have something urgent to report." At this time, the concierge Qiu Yang suddenly shouted anxiously outside.
Qiuyang wanted to come in very much, but this was a ward and he couldn't come in without permission.
Wang Wenxiu is neither a doctor nor a nurse. Strictly speaking, he cannot come in.
But he was a special envoy after all, and he only allowed the nurse to agree to come in under the guise of checking on Yun Dan's condition.
Qiu Yang is the concierge, so he doesn't get this treatment.
This nurse is none other than Aunt Wang.
Aunt Wang, her family and friends used to be slaves in Huangzhong Villa, but were later rescued by the security team.
After Aunt Wang came out, after careful treatment by Zhaojiazhuang, her skinning injuries had basically improved. There were two ways to go in front of her.
First, she was not yet fourteen years old and could study in Zhaojiazhuang Academy, where her younger brother Wang Dalang studied.
Secondly, you can work as a nurse in a hospital and go to night school at the same time.
Aunt Wang was not only rescued from the temple by the security team, but also cured by a doctor from Zhaojiazhuang. She felt that she was destined to the security team, especially the medical clinic.
She therefore fell in love with medicine in Zhaojiazhuang and determined to become a nurse.
Just now she felt that letting Wang Wenxiu out was an exception. No matter how Qiuyang begged, Aunt Wang would not let him in.
Hearing Qiu Yang's cry, Wang Wenxiu confessed to Yang Xiao, came to the door, and asked with a frown: "Keep your voice down, these patients are seriously injured."
"Special envoy Wang, those Tubo people demand severe punishment for the murderers." Qiuyang did not dare to look up at Wang Wenxiu and lowered his head to report.
"The murderer?" Wang Wenxiu was furious: "What murderer? The murderer is this Tibetan Le Xie."
At this time, two deputy envoys, Zheng Ding and Yu Qishi, also came over, shaking their heads and smiling bitterly.
When they saw Wang Wenxiu come out, they bowed their hands together and felt relieved.
Zheng Ding and Yu Qishi were naturally blocked by Aunt Wang and had to wait in the waiting room outside.
Zheng Ding looked at Yun Dan lying in the room outside and sighed: "Your Majesty, they Tubo people think that the murderer is not a Tibetan person, but a security guard."
"These Tubo people are so cruel that they not only killed their own people, but also framed the murderers on the security team." Yu Qishi shook his long sleeves fiercely, extremely angry.
Zheng Ding thought for a while and his voice sounded very anxious: "It seems that Jialuolajia and the others have done this. They want to take advantage of their large number of people and try to establish their false accusation. I have to think of a way now."
"They are a series of schemes, one scheme after another, one link after another. The person who came up with this scheme must be a master of strategy." Yu Qishi thought for a while and said very anxiously.
"Yes, we have to think of a way." Wang Wenxiu walked around the waiting room of the hospital a few times and nodded, "Indeed, it seems that these people are indeed members of the officialdom. We cannot underestimate them."
The two men's eyes followed Wang Wenxiu's steps, waiting for Wang Wenxiu to make up his mind.
After all, the two of them were only deputy envoys, with only the right to make suggestions. Their decision-making had to rely on Wang Wenxiu, the principal envoy.
Although the little sage is not a doctor, he has published many books on medical skills, and medicines such as white elixir and safflower oil were also invented by the little sage, so there is also a statue of the little sage in the medical clinic.
Wang Wenxiu looked at the small saint statue on the desk in the waiting room, and suddenly his eyes lit up: "Yes, yes."
"Wang Zhengshi came up with a way, what way?" Zheng Ding and Yu Qishi were overjoyed and asked impatiently.
Wang Wenxiu bowed to the statue of the little saint, then smiled at the two of them and said, "You can invite the little saint out."
"The little saint is now in Chengdu and thousands of miles away. How can we invite him?" Zheng Ding felt incredible and asked in confusion.
After all, Yu Qishi is a scholar, so he needs to be more delicate.
"Gentleman, is this a statue of a little saint?" He followed Wang Wenxiu and asked with some confusion, "But it is a statue. These believers believe in Lamaism, and they may not believe this."
"It's true that they don't believe in the little saint, but some people do." Wang Wenxiu turned his eyes around the two of them a few times, and then stopped at the statue of the little saint. "Don't some people want to follow the little saint as Manjushri Bodhisattva? Now is the time to test them. .”
Yu Qishi and Zheng Ding thought for a while, but they didn't expect Wang Wenxiu to have this idea.
Zheng Ding thought for a while, looked at the statue of the little saint, and smiled bitterly: "Your Majesty, we didn't expect that we would overturn the idea to the little saint. I wonder if he agrees?"
"We are also working for the little saint, and the little saint naturally agrees." Yu Qishi and Zheng Ding have different opinions, but they also have different opinions. "But I am worried, after all, this time it is against the Tubo people, will it be self-defeating?"
"Indeed, this time is different from before. There was no such thing against believers and lamas before. This time it is against believers and lamas. We might as well let Tudan Gongga and the others come in and let them see how much effort we have spent to Rescue Yun Dan, a Tibetan." Wang Wenxiu thought for a while and came up with another idea.
Zheng Ding looked at Yun Dan in the room inside and sighed: "If this method is reliable, Yun Dan is the key. Unfortunately, Yun Dan has not woken up yet."
"Three special envoys, Yundan just woke up." Yang Xiao came out of the operating room at this time, bowed to the three special envoys with a smile on his face, "Uncle, the white elixir is indeed a Taoist elixir. The effect is It’s beyond my expectation.”
Yang Xiao called Zhao Ping his uncle, while others called him the little saint.
Not only did he not feel unnatural at all, but he felt that he was superior to others.
Isn't it? There are only a dozen people in the world who can be Zhao Ping's uncle, and he is one of them.
There are countless people in the world who call Zhao Ping a little saint.
More importantly, compared with the title of Little Saint, the title of Master-Uncle seems more intimate.
Wang Wenxiu and the others couldn't help but be overjoyed, and they all bowed to Yang Xiao: "Mr. Yang, I'm very grateful to the three of you for helping us out."
"Why thank you? We are all doing things for our uncle." Yang Xiao was extremely happy in his heart, but he said modestly, "But be quick. I don't know how long it will take for Yun Dan to wake up this time. It is very likely that Yun Dan will fall into coma again."
"Then quickly invite Tudan Gongga, Kuodi, Jiangbai Gyatso and Sanji Yesi to come and let them see Yundan." Wang Wenxiu was a little anxious when he heard that he immediately ordered Xiong Hu and Ma Li.
"No." Xiong Hu and Ma Li bowed their hands. They had just been promoted to battalion leader level officers.
Outside the Jianguo Mansion, beside the believers and lamas, there is a white tent.
It's snowing outside, but it's warm as spring inside.
There are four fairy furnaces around the tent, and four fairy furnaces in the middle, all burning with blazing charcoal fire.
These charcoal fires burn with a red or whitish light, which can even clearly shine on the faces of those warming up inside.
The Tubo people no longer trust the Han people, but they will not be in trouble with their own bodies.
In later generations' parlance, they said they didn't want it, but their bodies were very honest.
However, those who entered this camp were either big nobles or khenpo-level figures.
As for ordinary believers and lamas? Of course they are different.
They have strong beliefs and are protected by Bodhisattvas, so they don't need to warm themselves over the fire.
Nanchang Jialuo and Lajia are very old and weak, so of course they need to be warmed by the fire.
What is a reason? This is the reason, and it is grand.
The believers thought for a while and realized that indeed, they were either high school aristocrats or Dharma kings, so they naturally wanted to be superior to others, so they finally accepted the facts.
Lajia raised his thumb at Jialuo and expressed admiration: "The Dharma King is indeed the Dharma King. Such a series of tricks makes the Han people unable to defend themselves at all. This time, the Han people have completely lost the reputation they had gained with great difficulty before. "
"In full view of everyone, there are thousands of believers and lamas here. The Han people have to admit it even if they don't want to admit it. The only way is to admit that this is a fact." Jialuo laughed, his gray beard flying in the wind.
After saying that, he picked up the butter tea, drank it in one gulp, then placed it on the coffee table and continued to laugh.
Jialuo said it lightly on the surface, but in fact it was not him who said this plan, but the plan devised by his aide Xu Xing.
Seeing how good this strategy was, Jialuo didn't hesitate at all and took the strategy as his own.
Besides, an aide is there to make suggestions for the master. Only if your strategy is adopted by the master can you be worthy of your status as an aide.
Lajia thought for a moment, bowed his hands and asked, "His Holiness, will the Han people be expelled by us this time?"
"The reputation of the Han people has plummeted this time. Do they still have the dignity to stay here?" Jia Luo drank another cup of butter tea and made a sound like a night owl.
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