The tip of Chu Qiao's nose hurt from the cold, and the sour pain penetrated into her head. It took her a long time to recover. She pulled up her skirt and walked out of the imperial dining room in the dark.
Although the few little eunuchs who were keeping watch at night were well-dressed, they were so cold that they jumped in their feet. After standing for a while, they ran in to warm the stove. During the gap, Chu Qiao took the opportunity to slip out.
By the time Chu Qiao ran to the remote little dilapidated house in one breath, her hands and feet were almost frozen, and her breath was covered in white ice crystals.
When she walked to the door, Chu Qiao lowered her voice and shouted.
"I, I'm here, how are you?"
Chu Qiao herself found it funny when she shouted the word "I", and both she and the old imperial chef went crazy.
After shouting, Chu Qiao took a step back, fearing that the crazy old man would push them away and chop her with a kitchen knife, which would kill her.
But after waiting for a while, the door did not open, not even a sound was heard.
"It's me, don't get excited, I'm the emperor..."
Chu Qiao said something in a low voice, and then she boldly opened the broken door. Maybe it was because there was no stove in the room. She couldn't feel a trace of warmth when she opened the door. The inside of the house was no better than outside.
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This damn day was freezing to death. After Chu Qiao entered the door, she rubbed her hands vigorously and stamped her feet. After doing this for a few times, she felt much better. Through the moonlight, she looked towards the broken bed. It was dark.
, as if he was still lying there, motionless, exactly the same as what he saw during the day.
Chu Qiao carefully leaned out her body and called in a low voice...
"I couldn't sleep at night and came to see you. Why don't you get up to greet me?"
But the old imperial chef still didn't move. Could it be that he really slept to death?
Chu Qiao then lit the candle on the table, looked around a few times, and found that the kitchen knife was still on the case. She was relieved. She was very worried that the old chef would suddenly jump up and give him a knife. A madman is a madman after all.
, some behaviors cannot be explained by common sense.
After settling down with Xin Lai, Chu Qiao picked up the candlestick and walked towards the broken bed step by step. When she saw the face of the old royal chef clearly, she was shocked. The crazy old man's face was so pale that there was no blood.
"You, what's wrong with you?"
Chu Qiao was so frightened that her hands shook. The candle oil dripped and burned her hands. She hurriedly corrected herself and calmed down. Why did the old chef's face look so bad? She must have guessed that he was injured on the back.
?
Thinking of this, Chu Qiao stretched out her fingers to feel the old chef's breath. It was very weak, almost breathless.
Now there is no need for Chu Qiao to doubt. His symptoms include body hypoxia, pale face, syncope, and shock, which are completely consistent with the symptoms of excessive blood loss. It seems that he cannot handle the wound on his back by himself, but he has endured it until now.
"Hey, can you hear me? Wake up, you have to cooperate."
Chu Qiao said several words in a row, but he didn't respond. If he lay down like this, he would be a corpse by tomorrow night.
There was too much time to worry about, so Chu Qiao had to check his wounds and help him stop the bleeding and inflammation.
So she turned the old chef over with force, and found that the mattress was already dark red, and the old chef was unconscious.
"Are you crazy?"
Chu Qiao's eyes widened. It was hard to imagine that with such injuries, he could still insist on making that Royal Brocade Eel. He was not a madman, and there were no madmen in this world.
Chu Qiao shook her head in horror, grabbed the clothes on his back, and tore them apart fiercely. Sure enough, on the back of the old chef, there was a long tunnel opening, which was long and narrow from top to bottom. No wonder something came out.
So much blood.
Although Chu Qiao has learned a lot of medical science from her uncle since she was a child, she has never really seen anyone suffer from such an injury. Even Ye Yunfang and Mingzhu were cured by accident.
Now looking at such a big wound, Chu Qiao felt that her legs were weak and her eyes were black. It took her a while to calm down.
"You can't faint. If you faint, he will really die."
Chu Qiao patted her chest, turned around and looked at the room, hoping to find something that could be used.
She threw the remaining broken shoes into the stove, boiled water, helped the old imperial chef clean the wound, wiped off the stains, then found some seasoning wine, stuck some with a cloth, wiped it on the wound, and then
It was time to suture the wound when we got down, but I searched around the room and couldn't find a needle or thread.
This wound was not sutured and refused to heal. Even if it healed, it would leave a hideous scar. But without needles or threads, Chu Qiao had no choice. After turning around several times, she finally stood helplessly at the old chef's side.
In front of the bed, I'm sorry to say.
"You are so old, but you are still a eunuch. If you have scars, there are scars. The scar is simply on your back and you can't see it, so just pretend it doesn't exist."
"Thank you, thank you..." A low and intermittent voice came from the broken bed.
Chu Qiao screamed in fright and took several steps back. When did this guy wake up from her torment?
The old imperial chef lay on the bed, opened and closed his eyes a few times, then closed them again, then slowly raised his fingers and pointed to a corner.
"Medicine, medicine..."
"Okay, okay, I'll get it, don't move."
Chu Qiao ran over quickly and threw out a bunch of broken things. She found that there was a medicine box under these things. Strangely, the medicine box looked similar to the one in early summer at Tai Hospital. After opening it, she found that there were not only needles but also threads inside.
, some medicinal powder to stop bleeding and reduce inflammation. Unexpectedly, this old madman secretly prepared a medicine box.
Taking out the medicine box, Chu Qiao looked back at the old man on the broken bed suspiciously. At this time, she began to doubt, was he really crazy, or was he pretending to be crazy?
The old imperial chef's arms fell limply by the bed again, motionless, as if he had not woken up at all just now.
Chu Qiao took the medicine box and walked to the bedside, and started to sew up the wound. She had never thought that she could sew up human flesh so quickly. She became bolder now, and she concentrated on applying it on the wound without even using her fingers.
After taking the medicine, she bandaged the wound. After everything was done, she realized that she was very suitable to be a doctor. Unfortunately, by some strange combination of circumstances, she became a handyman in the imperial kitchen.
Sighing, while packing the medicine box, Chu Qiao thought, if she keeps going like this, she will be able to enter Taiyuan Hospital in the Year of the Monkey.
Thinking of the Taiyuan Hospital, Chu Qiao couldn't help but think of the man in brocade clothes and the annoying words he said to her on the roof. Did he ask her to get down quickly?
She is a weak woman, if she wants to fall, she will have no choice but to fall.
Until now, those words still make Chu Qiao full of annoyance. It seems that in people's hearts, she is just a little palace maid, life and death are not important at all. Maybe he has forgotten about Rosin a long time ago.