The Xiao Mansion in the early morning was still clean and peaceful, and it was not affected in the slightest by Xiaodong's howling like a ghost in the shower.
Chai Shao saw no one when he woke up in the morning and had no idea where he had gone. Xiao Han wondered viciously: Did he go out for a "tryst" with Yin Can?
Unlike Yin Can, Old Man Hua came to see Xiao Han early in the morning, but the look in his eyes showed a sense of regret for his misfortune and hatred for his inability to fight!
Under this look, Xiao Han himself felt a little guilty. Could it be that the old man heard something last night? What misunderstanding?
The more he thought about it, the more uneasy he became. It wasn't until the old man left that Xiao Han suddenly realized: Hey, that's not right! I didn't do anything! Why should I be afraid?
Xiao Han scratched his hair in annoyance. Just when Xiao Han wanted to call Old Man Hua back and explain to him, Sun Simiao was late again.
The old god entered the house without knocking, and Xiao Han didn't even have time to pull up the quilt before he barged in. As a result, he saw Xiao Han's white butt all over his eyes, and his face immediately darkened.
"Why don't you put a bandage on it?!" Lao Sun asked in a stiff tone as he walked to the bedside.
Xiao Han was startled by the sound of opening the door, and subconsciously wanted to pull the quilt. When he saw that it was Lao Sun, he was too lazy to move. He just rolled his eyes and said angrily: "All the bandages are broken, how can I tie them up?"
?Pick it up and tie it up?"
When Sun Simiao heard Xiao Han's resentful words, he frowned slightly and asked, "It's broken? Why was it broken?"
"Huh? How did it break? You have the nerve to ask me?!"
However, it was a good thing that Sun Simiao didn't ask further questions. As soon as he asked this question, the unknown fire that Xiao Han had been holding in his heart immediately burned up!
He glared at Lao Sun, gritted his teeth and shouted: "Were you the one who put those bandages on my butt? Just put the bandages on as you say! Why are there so many bandages? Do you know that I almost couldn't untie them yesterday?
Are they suffocating themselves to death with urine?!"
Sun Simiao was confused by Xiao Han's yelling, but he still asked patiently: "Then how did you solve it in the end?"
"How to solve it?" Xiao Han lay slumped on the pillow. He remembered that Chai Shao used a knife to draw on his lower body yesterday, and he was still afraid. If he missed it, the result would be a hundred times more painful than just wiping his neck!
"How can I solve it? It was cut with a knife! Do you know that I almost became a eunuch last night?"
Xiao Han was filled with grief and anger, but Old Sun's expression became more and more strange. After a while, he squinted his eyes, looked at Xiao Han and said, "What about the thread I left? Didn't you pull it and take a look?"
"What? Are there any threads left?"
As soon as Sun Simiao finished speaking, Xiao Han, who looked miserable, suddenly raised his head, with a confused look on his face!
But then, he remembered that there seemed to be such a thread around his waist at that time, but he later tore it out of shape!
When Sun Simiao saw Xiao Han's blank expression, he knew that he had thought about it. His cheeks trembled a few times, as if he was holding back a smile and continued: "That's a loose buckle. If you pull it, it will fall apart by itself. Don't you?"
Know?"
"Ahh! Why didn't you tell me such an important thing?!"
Xiao Han went crazy for a moment and scratched his head with both hands. This meant that he was injured and had difficulty moving, otherwise he would have jumped out of bed by now!
"I was just a little bit close, just a little bit close, and that knife cut me off! If I were to become a eunuch, I would not let you go even if I were a ghost..."
He was so excited that Xiao Han even transformed into a country shrew in his excitement, chattering endlessly at Sun Simiao, even forgetting the ancient admonition that doctors should not offend.
Of course, if ancient teachings can be passed down through time, they naturally have their own significance.
So Xiao Han quickly tried Lao Sun's extremely rude way of applying medicine...
"Elder Sun, Uncle Sun, did you use such force just now to release the power of the medicine?" Xiao Han asked with tears in pain.
While arranging the medicine box, Sun Simiao said without raising his head: "No, it just makes you unable to talk! You are such a good person, why do you have a mouth? Even screaming is better than talking..."
"You... bang!" Xiao Han almost wanted to vomit blood. He craned his neck and glared at Sun Simiao for a long time. Finally, his head hit the pillow, and the bed board screamed.
"I...I shouldn't have asked you to take medicine!" Xiao Han said angrily with his head buried deeply in the pillow.
"Oh..." Sun Simiao answered perfunctorily.
Xiao Han continued to say in a low voice: "Chai Shao told me a secret recipe yesterday. He said that by exposing the wound to the outside, it will heal faster. This is called air-drying therapy! From now on, you don't need to borrow medicine to avenge your personal revenge!"
"Air-drying therapy?" The old Taoist didn't pay attention to the second half of Xiao Han's words. Instead, he was very interested in the name and stopped packing things.
He raised his head, took a serious look at Xiao Han, then nodded and said, "This is a good name! But from Pindao's point of view, air-drying therapy dries not the wounds, but you, right?"
"Gah?"
Xiao Han didn't expect that Sun Simiao, who had never smiled, could be so humorous. He couldn't help but be a little surprised and said: "What do I do with dried chicken? Not making dried chicken?"
Lao Sun was too lazy to talk nonsense with Xiao Han, so he continued to pack the medicine box with his head down. After everything was packed properly, he stood up, put the box on his back and sighed and said to him: "When you listen to others talking in the future, remember to think through it first.
, if you don’t have the brain, just ask someone else, if it doesn’t work, just borrow one!”
"Hey? What do you mean?" Xiao Han's face turned red when the old Taoist said it, and he scratched his neck and said: "Why am I so brainless? I just think what he said makes sense. My hand was broken before.
A cut has not improved even after being bandaged for several days, but it will become scabbed within a day if it is not bandaged! Doesn’t it mean that this method is effective? "
Sun Simiao had already reached the door. When he heard this, he stopped and looked back at Xiao Han, with a bit of pity in his eyes: "Hey, according to what you said, what's the use of our doctors? Just withdraw all the military doctors.
Come on, when the army goes to war in the future, if there are injured people, you can let them lie down on a sunny hillside. After a day, the wounds will scab, and they can charge with their swords. Wouldn't that be great?"
Xiao Han was stunned for a moment. He didn't know how to refute, but he heard Sun Simiao, who had already walked outside the door, say: "Of course, you can also try the method Chai Shao said. Anyway, when the wound becomes infected, the old Taoist will
I'm here to help you cut it off, I just hope you can bear it and not scream..."
At this time, Xiao Han finally became honest. He really didn't have the heart to experiment with his own butt, so he had no choice but to shout to Sun Simiao who had already walked away: "Ahem, forget it! You are an expert, so naturally you should listen.
