It was noon, and the warm sunlight peeked in from the dilapidated mullioned window, and was divided into light spots one after another, reflected on the temple ground.
Countless particles danced in the sunlight without any order.
A needle was heated by a candle, and one hand threaded the needle's eye. After threading it, the needle and thread were sprayed with spirits.
Chi Yu's hand holding the needle and thread trembled as she touched the skin. She never thought that a person's life was in her hands.
A life with her day and night.
"Stop shaking, stop shaking." She kept mentally building herself up. The needle tip slowly pierced the skin, passed through the other side of the skin, and connected the two split pieces of skin. The needle kept flashing, like this Back and forth, stitch after stitch.
At this time, Chi Yu was in a state of exhaustion. Yan Zening's head was gone, his legs were gone, the temple was gone, everything except the skin bag was gone, even Chi Yu himself was gone.
A repetitive mechanical action, relying on the experience of the previous needle to puncture the next needle without hesitation.
This is no different from wearing shoelaces.
Yes, it's just shoelaces.
Until the last stitch was finished, Chi Yu tied a knot. Seeing Yan Zening's abdomen swaying and twisting the red line, he woke up from his empty state.
It was very ugly, and she covered Yan Zening's belly with some embarrassment.
But fortunately it was quite successful.
Next, we can only see whether the master can resist it.
It was getting late, and the cries of insects kept coming in the quiet temple. Sitting next to Yan Zening, Chi Yu only felt a kind of peace after the dust had settled.
She lay on Yan Zening's body, her slow heartbeat beating out of his body, and she couldn't help but shed tears again.
She finally didn't have to watch someone she considered family die in front of her.
She didn't want to make the same mistake again.
She hugged her knees and kept her eyes open until dawn.
At this time, Yan Zening whispered, "Water...water..."
Chi Yu hurriedly went to the stream to fill a gourd with water and fed it to his mouth. The dry mouth was soaked by the cold stream water, and Yan Zening finally said his first words.
Chi Yu called Yan Zening, "Master... Master... are you okay?"
Yan Zening didn't answer, he just grabbed his hand in the air and then dropped it weakly.
Chi Yu bit her lip, thinking that although the master had escaped from the gate of hell, his injuries still needed to be treated, and he still had to keep up with the follow-up recuperation. She clutched the wallet on her waist, wondering if the money would be enough to hire a doctor and buy medicine.
She stood up, but accidentally exerted too much force, and her head suddenly became dizzy. It was her hand that held the wooden table to prevent her from falling.
It's been too long since I've eaten or rested.
Now was not the time to care about this. She walked out of the temple slowly. The sun in the sky gave off a halo. When Chi Yu looked at it, she felt that there were seven or eight double images in the halo. She blocked it with her hand. When she looked again, the halo have nothing left.
Illusion?
Chi Yu held her wallet and stooped out of the alley, her eyes only seeing the ground. On the noisy street, she accidentally bumped into a luxurious sedan.
The servant in front of the sedan pushed Chi Yu and shouted:
"What kind of bitch dares to hit our master on the head?"
Chi Yu fell to the ground, "I'm sorry, I didn't see it. I'll leave right away." She reluctantly stood up, raised her head and said sorry to the people in the sedan.
The man in the sedan looked to be in his fifties and was dressed in silk and satin. When he first heard the gentle female voice outside, his heart moved and he asked his servants to raise the curtain of the sedan chair. When he saw Chi Yu's face again, he began to think twice.
When he was about to call Chi Yu, Chi Yu was already leaving in a hurry, so he winked at the servant beside him. The servant knew what he was doing and followed Chi Yu all the way.
Chi Yu asked people for the address of the best doctor in the city, and spent most of his money to invite the doctor to the temple.
The doctor was startled by Yan Zening's ferocious face.
"This is..." the doctor pointed at Yan Zening and asked.
"My brother and I met the gangsters. My brother tried his best to protect me, but the gangsters disfigured me." Moreover, Chi Yu opened Yan Zening's clothes, revealing her newly stitched scars, "These people are still facing My brother had a cut on his stomach, and I asked someone to help sew it up, but I don’t know what the side effects are. Doctor, please take a look."
Chi Yu moved a stool for the doctor and helped him sit down. The doctor was twirling his gray beard with one hand and feeling his pulse with the other.
The doctor frowned tightly, and Chi Yu's heart knitted into a ball following the doctor's brow, "It'll be okay..."
The doctor stretched out his hand and stopped Chi Yu's questioning. It took a long time, until Chi Yu was ready to accept that Yan Zening's medicine and stone had no cure, and then the doctor spoke:
"I have never seen such a strange pulse. One moment it is full of life, and the other moment it looks like a dead person. This pulse is sometimes strong and sometimes weak. I'm afraid it is very dangerous. Girl, I have a prescription for renewing the pulse in my hand. Do you want to listen to it? "
"What's the problem with this recipe?" Chi Yu asked with a frown.
The doctor looked around the temple and said, "If the girl comes from a wealthy family, there will be no difficulty. Now, I'm just afraid that the girl is short of money."
Do you want expensive medicinal materials?
As long as there is a way to save it, there will always be a way to deal with money.
"But it doesn't matter."
The doctor coughed and said, "This recipe only requires a single medicinal ingredient, ginseng. However, it requires at least a century-old ginseng. The older the better. The interest renewal is a long-term solution. The ginseng we need is probably a bottomless pit, and it is not a wealthy family." It cannot be cured, it is a disease of wealth.”
Outside the temple, there was a person secretly listening to the conversation between Chi Yu and the doctor.
"Okay," the doctor stood up, "That's all I've said, girl, you can do whatever you want."
Chi Yu sent the doctor back to the hospital, bought a small piece of century-old ginseng and returned to the temple.
This small piece of century-old ginseng left Chi Yu with little money left.
She washed the ash-covered utensils in the temple, used the utensils to cook ginseng soup, and fed Yan Zening to drink it one bite at a time.
I don't know if it was Chi Yu's illusion. After Yan Zening drank the ginseng soup, Chi Yu lay on him and listened to his heartbeat. He felt that his heartbeat was a little stronger than usual.
At night, Chi Yu spread a layer of hay on the ground and fell asleep.
While she was sleeping, severe pain invaded her body. She woke up in a cold sweat, bit her lip and stooped to the outside of the temple.
After walking for a while, Chi Yu dared to express his pain.
Why does it hurt so much.
Almost unable to bear it anymore, Chi Yu bit the corner of his clothes, as if he had been fished out of the water.
Sweat flowed into Chi Yu's eyes, and she kept wiping them with her hands, but to no avail, it was too much, too much sweat.
She felt the pain of having the tendons of her hands and hamstrings pulled out and then chopped into small pieces with scissors. The pain was extreme and continuous.
Chi Yu hit her head hard, trying to knock herself out, but with her persistence, she finally fainted in the alley. But even so, she only got a moment of peace. After a stick of incense, she was awakened by pain again.
Chi Yu has been tortured by pain and is unconscious. Even the world is blurred and time is chaotic. His body feels like he is sinking and floating in ice water. Sometimes there is a cold suffocation on the tip of his nose, and sometimes he is breathing in damp air.
It wasn't until the first ray of orange-red light hit her eyelids in the morning that her pain stopped, and she could get up and return to the temple against the weed-covered stone wall.
