Ye Qing's expression changed drastically and he hurried forward to check.
After some busy work, Ye Qing let out a sigh of relief and knelt down beside Zhang Xiuran.
Qi Heng, who was watching anxiously and worriedly, saw that although he knew that the young master was still alive, he couldn't help but ask:
"Brother Ye, how is the young master?"
"It's just that my body was too weak and I passed out."
Qi Heng, who was completely relieved, said in a deep voice:
"Brother Ye, I leave it to you."
While talking, Ye Qing began to flip through the package next to him to see what medicinal materials were inside.
The best golden sore medicine, the kind that Shenqi is famous for, is sold at Zai's Traditional Chinese Medicine Clinic, and Ye Qing has been using it a lot during this period.
Ye Qing had been drinking some prepared medicinal materials to replenish qi and blood in the past few days at Zaishi Traditional Chinese Medicine Clinic.
"This medicinal material is not ordinary." Ye Qing's eyes fell on the brocade silk cloth with a large blood stain on Zhang Xiuran, and he worriedly said: "This can make the wound worse. How serious are you injured..."
His slender fingers landed on the wound and worked carefully.
Three shocking wounds appeared in Ye Qing's eyes.
The flesh and blood of the wound were turned out, and the bones were visible deep inside.
At this moment, the wounds were covered with golden sore medicine, and the medicine in many places was boosted by the blood that kept coming out.
I don't know if it was because Zhang Xiuran had already lost too much blood, but there wasn't much blood coming out of the wound, and the golden sore medicine applied was like duckweed on the water.
Many parts of the wound had festered and suppurated, and the yellow turbid water flowing out also pushed up the golden sore medicine.
Ye's veins were popping out and his hands were shaking a little.
hiss!
He couldn't help but gasp, and then said happily:
"Fortunately, the medicines you used are all good, and Mr. Zhang is strong. Otherwise, Mr. Zhang would have died long ago, and even if he was alive, his arms and legs would not be saved."
Hearing such serious consequences, Qi Heng was about to cry, but he also reacted in the next moment.
He asked with implicit expectation: "Brother Ye, can the young master's injury be completely cured?"
Ye Qing took out a two-inch hidden silver needle from his arms.
This belonged to the man from Yuanhetang. Before it was handed over to Chen Yuming, this concealed weapon was made exquisite and sharp. He Wen and Ye Qing both kept one of them, thinking of using it in the future.
Unexpectedly, I just needed it today.
Ye Qing pulled out an extremely thin silk thread from Zhang Xiuran's brocade clothes and said:
"It should be completely healed. However, the excessive blood loss may have damaged the root. I don't know if it can be recovered."
"Secondly, the wound is too big and will leave scars."
Hearing this, Qi Heng's heart completely returned to his stomach.
He sincerely prayed:
"It's just a scar. As long as the young master can be well, not to mention leaving a scar, I would give it to God in exchange for my life."
He ordered Qi Heng to light a fire, boil medicine, boil water, and boil strips of cloth.
Ye Qing quietly looked at Zhang Xiuran, who was lying on the ground with a pale face.
He whispered:
"Is it because of the stone that person wanted?"
"None of the fights within your family have been so brutal."
"What on earth is that thing that caused you such misfortune?"
Then, Ye Qing had a strange expression, thought of something wonderful, and smiled:
"By the way, I am saving your life today. You saved my life from Shan Dan before."
"Our friendship is almost equal."
"Oh, yes, I still owe you a favor for protecting my A-mei and Zhang Weng Po."
Suddenly, Ye Qing, who was a little distressed, scratched his head and said:
"Zhang Xiuran, it's really hard to repay your love."
after awhile.
Qi Heng, who had prepared his things, returned to the ruined temple.
According to Ye Qing's request, the operation started.
The warmth brought by the two bonfires dissipated a lot of the coldness and dampness in the ruined temple.
When everything is ready.
Ye Qing said: "You burn the needle of this silver needle red with fire, and the tip of your soft sword will also burn red."
Thinking of something, Qi Heng's expression changed drastically. His cheeks twitched a few times. He looked at his young master's pale face and said hoarsely:
"Brother Ye, can the young master resist?"
Ye Qing tilted his head and glanced at Qi Heng, realizing that the other party was thinking wrongly.
He pointed to the festering wound and said:
"You heat the tip of the sword red and put it in boiling water. This will make some invisible toxins disappear."
"Lest if you use a sword to cut away the carrion in the wound later, there will be toxin residue."
Qi Heng understood, nodded quickly and said:
"Oh oh oh, that's what happened."
Then he took out the soft sword from his waist, looked at the bright sword body, and asked curiously:
"But I always clean this sword, and I also use clean water to clean it. It has never been exposed to poison, right?"
Ye Qing, who explained patiently, said:
"This sword of yours has killed people and been stained with blood. Even if you wipe it, there may still be residue."
"Besides, you must have chopped firewood with your sword these days, and it may have been contaminated with some plant sap. Maybe some of it is poisonous."
"It's safer to use fire or boil water."
Qi Heng, who felt it was reasonable, immediately felt that his shiny soft sword was extremely dirty.
Without saying a word, he burned the soft sword on the bonfire.
When the tip of the sword and a section of the sword body were heated to red, they were put into the hot water on the side.
Zhi!
The hot water boiled, and puffs of steam rose.
Looking at the soft sword that had cooled down, a smile appeared on Qi Heng's face.
He quickly took out a cloth boiled in hot water and wiped the back of the soft sword.
He handed the sword to Ye Qing and said:
"Brother Ye is ready."
Ye Qing, who twitched the corner of his mouth slightly, looked at Qi Heng who was full of expectations, and thought to himself:
"Concern leads to chaos. Brother Qi is usually very smart, but now he has lost his bearings and placed all his hopes on me."
Thinking about it, he continued patiently:
"Brother Qi, you have superb swordsmanship, so it would be safer for you to do it."
"I don't know how to use a sword. If I take action, it may aggravate the injury."
Hearing this, Qi Heng's hand holding the sword trembled slightly.
The soft sword instantly began to sway, like a silver snake swimming.
He grimaced and said uneasily:
"I, I don't dare to attack the young master."
"You have to take action even if you can't!" Ye Qing frowned, looked at Qi Heng solemnly, pointed at the festering wound and said: "If you want your young master to survive, don't hesitate!"
With one word, Qi Heng's trembling hands returned to stability, following Ye Qing's instructions.
The silver snake danced, accurately cutting off the pieces of festering flesh from the wound on his left arm.
Zhang Xiuran, who was in a coma, suddenly had a large amount of sweat on his face, and his handsome cheeks and crawling body twitched. Fortunately, he passed out, otherwise he would not have imagined how miserable Zhang Xiuran would have screamed.
After timidly cleaning the wound on his left arm, Qi Heng was already sweating profusely in just a few breaths.
He took back his soft sword and gasped for air.
Ye Qing hurriedly stretched out his hand, wiped the wound with a cloth that had been heated by hot water, and said: "Quickly, heat the silver needle red and wipe it with the cloth without using the water."
Qi Heng immediately followed suit.
With every move Ye Qing made, Zhang Xiuran's body was trembling.
During this period, Ye Qing kept changing cloths to wipe the wound that was bleeding. Finally, after wiping it once, before the blood could react, he hurriedly sprinkled a large amount of golden sore medicine and took it from Qi Heng. red-hot silver needle.
Just like mending clothes, Ye Qing sewed up the two-inch long wound on his left arm.
Every time the red silver needle passed through, it caused a smell of burnt meat.
Qi Heng, who was watching from the side, was in pain and sweating in shock, not to mention the unconscious Zhang Xiuran, whose body was shaking like a sieve.
His pale complexion became increasingly ugly.
After Ye Qing sewed it up, he sprinkled the golden sore medicine again. Fortunately, he brought clean clothes with him when he came here before. He tore a cotton coat into strips, quickly bandaged it, and waited for a few breaths.
Seeing that the cloth strip was not soaked with blood, he let out a sigh of relief.
He raised his sleeves and wiped the sweat from his forehead.
Qi Heng on the side also let out a long breath.
The next moment, Ye Qing's words made Qi Heng nervous again.
"We can't relax yet, there are still two wounds to deal with."
"The wound on the back is the longest, but the remaining gold sore medicine is probably only enough for the right leg."
