"Doctor, what's going on? Stop fighting and save people quickly. Pull out the arrow!"
The old man frowned and stroked his goat's beard and said: "The arrow hit the heart straight. Pulling it out will only make you die faster. I'm afraid there will be no way to save the life."
"What are you talking about, you quack doctor!" Su Xiaolou was furious, and he drew a knife and put it on the old man's neck: "Save people, save people quickly, ginseng, snow lotus, no matter how expensive the medicine is, the young man can afford it, but he can't save him. Believe it or not, I will chop you down."
Seeing Su Xiaolou's murderous attitude, the old man's legs weakened and he knelt on the ground in fear: "Master, he is almost unconscious, and even the Great Luo Immortal can't save him!"
Su Xiaolou saw that the scholar lying on the couch was pale and his body was cold. He followed him from east to west in the afternoon. Life was passing by little by little, but he was helpless. Su Xiaolou dropped the knife and shook the scholar carefully. body, trying to shake him awake.
"Xiucai, I can't sleep now. Wake up. You still want to get a good name and honor your ancestors! You have seniors and juniors in your family. What will you do to them if you die?" Seeing the scholar lying down, it looked like a corpse. There was no response at all. The more Su Xiaolou talked, the more desperate he became. He tried his best to shake people, and roared: "Xiucai, wake up, wake up for me. I won't let you sleep. If you die, I will cut off your neck." Pension, do you hear that?”
"Old... boss... I..." Xiucai opened his eyes with difficulty. Su Xiaolou hurriedly listened to what Xiucai said: "Did I... lose my horse?"
"Damn! You damn scholar, I'm about to burst into tears because of you. You actually care about a horse."
The old man was also surprised that the scholar could persist for so long. He quickly stepped forward to check the scholar's injuries. The old man touched the scholar's chest, with a look of shock and disbelief on his face, and murmured: "No way, how could this happen, too Strange."
"Old man, what are you doing here with all your talk?"
"What a miracle! This man's heart is in a different position than ordinary people. It's a few inches to the left. Maybe he can be saved."
"Then hurry up and save people." Su Xiaolou's heart ignited with hope.
The old man quickly took out a sharp knife from the medicine box. After roasting it, he dug out the flesh and blood near the arrow mouth. Blood kept overflowing and could not be wiped off. Su Xiaolou was frightened to see it. It was too bloody. The scholar had already My consciousness was blurred, but it didn't hurt that much.
The old man was so shocked that his forehead was covered with sweat, and he was almost done. After some operations, the old man was a little tired and his hands were shaking. He said to Su Xiaolou: "You can pull out the arrow. I'm old and useless." , your strength is not as good as that of a young man, can you come and draw the arrow?"
It was extremely dark tonight. There were only two candles lighting up the room. The smell of blood filled the whole room. The thick blood dyed the cotton on the couch red. Su Xiaolou's hands and body were all covered with the scholar's blood. You can feel the sticky blood on your hands when you move your fingers. This is the first time Su Xiaolou has experienced such a bloody scene.
"Okay!" Su Xiaolou was also frightened by this bloody thorn, but the scholar was in danger. Su Xiaolou mustered up the courage to hold the arrow handle, imagining that it was a toothpick, and exerted force suddenly, and the arrow was hanging on the flesh. The thread was pulled out.
Blood gushed out like a fountain. The old man sprinkled the styptic powder that he had prepared and pressed it with gauze. That night, Su Xiaolou helped the doctor prepare medicine and gave the scholar medicine. It was a lot of trouble. It was already late for bed. They should have gone to bed before they could wait for me to go back. After all, I often stayed up late at night before.
When people get old, they can't stand the hardships. They can't survive even half a night. The doctor sat on the chair and said, "Everything that needs to be done has been done. It depends on tonight whether we can survive."
"How sure is he that he can survive?"
"Fifty percent." Doesn't this mean that black and white and impermanence have already arrived at the door?
Su Xiaolou took out a wad of silver from his pocket. The old man's eyes widened and his crow's feet stretched out. He couldn't earn this wad of silver all year round.
"How confident are you now?"
The old man frowned, as if he was struggling. After some hesitation, he said: "Fifty percent!"
Seeing the old man looking at Su Xiaolou with firm eyes: "The grassroots are indeed not Mr. Li Shizhen's disciples, but they have seen Mr. practice medicine, help the world and save people. Looking at Mr.'s demeanor from a distance, although it is not one ten thousandth, I hope to be worthy of it. Heart, you should do your best to treat illnesses and save people, no matter how poor or humble you are, if this official can survive tonight, he will be fine."
Such noble and upright words could still be heard in the thatched cottage. Su Xiaolou was extremely grateful. He clasped his fists and said, "Sir, you are really poor and lowly and cannot be lascivious. Wealth cannot be moved. Su is extremely grateful. Mr. Xunfeng will stay here with me tonight." , I hope Mr. will accept this ingot of silver."
The old man quickly waved his hand and said, "It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter! It won't be too late to wait until the official wakes up."
"Take it, sir! Take it! You deserve this."
"Ashamed! Ashamed!"
"Take it, sir! Take it!"
"Ashamed! Ashamed!"
"Okay!" The two of them gave in to each other for a long time. In desperation, Su Xiaolou put it back in his pocket.
Su Xiaolou was young and vigorous, and he didn't feel sleepy after half a night. The room was filled with the smell of blood and felt a little stuffy. He opened the door. I plan to go outside to get some fresh air.
The door had just closed with a 'snap' sound. The old man touched his chest and let out a long sigh of relief. He looked at such a big knife on the ground. Thanks to his slow thinking, he didn't have time to get distracted. What if the person who took the money would still have it? If you don't cure me, you can't kill me. If you don't cure me even if you don't take the money, you can't blame me.
The night wind seemed to be able to penetrate the skin, instantly taking away all the thoughts in Su Xiaolou's mind, leaving only the chill. Su Xiaolou wrapped himself in his clothes and strolled around.
"Boss!" "Boss!" "Boss!" "Boss!"
The night was dark, and Su Xiaolou suddenly heard a few of his gangsters calling him. They were very angry. They were the fat man and the blind man. They could only hear their voices but not see them. What is going on tonight? How many people are playing escape rooms here? , haven’t called myself yet.
Su Xiaolou squeaked: "Here he is! He is here!"
