Although Xue Muhua was known as a miracle doctor in the outside world, at this time, he could only stand aside and help his master.
The eucalyptus table is filled with all kinds of medicinal materials and utensils. The most eye-catching thing is the large piece of ointment that is as shiny and translucent as black jade and is held on a porcelain plate. There is also a transparent short knife.
It was so cold that every inch of the surrounding area was covered with a thin layer of white frost.
There was a large pot of medicine boiling on the fire, and all kinds of precious medicinal materials were thrown into it without any money. They boiled for days and nights just for that small bowl of medicinal soup.
Su Xinghe picked up the cold knife and said in a deep voice: "Mr. Duan, I will ask you one last time. It's not too late to regret it now."
Duan Yanqing shook his head and said: "Duan's useless body, sir, just do whatever you want, no need to worry!"
Murong Fu put his hand on the back of Duan Yanqing's heart, and the silky Beiming Qi slowly poured into his body. If it hadn't absorbed Ding Chunqiu's internal energy for decades, it would be a bit distressing to have such calamity Qi. After all, it was possible.
A deal with no return.
Su Xinghe followed the meridians and gently cut open the skin along the texture. The whole process was like a Weaver Girl embroidering. Not much blood flowed out. Murong Fu admired in his heart: If Senior Brother Su could concentrate on studying medicine, how great would he be?
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The pain of breaking the skin and piercing the flesh is already unbearable for ordinary people, but Duan Yanqing's face remained unchanged and he didn't notice it. Only his clenched teeth showed the pain he was suffering now.
Murong Fu couldn't bear to watch anymore. This kind of pain was not much different from Ling Chi's.
This was just an appetizer. When the broken bones were filled with medicine, the pain of stuffing ointment into the bone marrow was so intense that Duan Yanqing almost fainted. He grabbed the stone platform with both hands and held it tightly.
Ten deep holes were cut into the hard marble.
When the whole process was completed, Duan Yanqing passed out.
Duan Yanqing slept for five full days, and Murong Fu almost thought that he would never be able to sleep again.
"Senior Brother Su, does this count as a success?"
Half a month later, Murong Fu asked.
Su Xinghe shook his head: "It takes a hundred days for ordinary people to recover from injuries. How can we tell at this time? But Duan Yanqing's perseverance is really far beyond my imagination. A person with such great perseverance, really
It's the only one I've seen in my life. Alas, if he had lost his legs, with his character, he should be a martial arts prodigy in this world, but it's a pity."
Su Xinghe said this, but Murong Fu suddenly thought of a small detail. He remembered that the path of Tianshan Liuyang Palm passed through many acupuncture points and muscles on the thigh. Therefore, in the original work, Li Qiushui cut off one of Tong Lao's thighs.
, both because of venting anger and because of the consideration of destroying the opponent’s special skills.
Duan Yanqing's failure to practice the authentic Yiyang Finger was also due to his disabled legs. Is it a coincidence, or is there some inevitable connection between the two?
Looking back, the time when Xiaoyaozi stole the sacred book from Changchun Valley in Dali was roughly the same time as the founding king of Dali, Duan Siping, founded the country. Could it be said?
The more Murong Fu thought about it, the more evil he felt.
"Oh, I hope Lao Duan can recover, otherwise it will be all in vain!"
Murong Fu sighed.
"Actually, junior brother, senior brother has always had an idea to ask you. Junior brother's current glory and wealth are rarely matched by others in this world, and he is also famous in the world. Do you just want to live in Gusu for the rest of your life?"
A mysterious smile appeared on Su Xinghe's face.
Murong Fu's heart skipped a beat.
But the next moment Su Xinghe laughed: "Senior brother, I was just joking with you, don't take it seriously."
After saying that, he turned around and left, and when he reached the end of the corridor, he said quietly: "This world is a bit small after all."
Murong Fu remained silent.
Time flies, and a month has passed in the blink of an eye. Duan Yanqing's legs have gradually shown signs of returning to life. Although he doesn't know to what extent they can recover, it seems that at least walking on his feet will not be a problem in the future.
On this day, Murong Fu used Beiming Zhenqi to warm Duan Yanqing's muscles and bones. Duan Yanqing rarely said: "Murong Fu, you have helped me a lot this time, how do you want me to thank you?"
Murong Fu said in his heart: You are not Duan Zhengchun, you can marry me several beautiful girls. What can you thank me for?
Murong Fu said: "It's up to you whether you can save your legs or not. Don't talk about popping champagne at halftime."
Although Duan Yanqing didn't know what "opening champagne at half time" meant, he roughly guessed what the other party meant. He shook his head and said: "I know my own body best. During this period, I tried to run my blood energy. These two
The leg is gradually showing signs of recovery and should be able to recover in a few months."
Murong Fu smiled and said: "Oh, congratulations to Prince Yanqing. It will be much easier to chase Duan Zhengchun in the future with these legs."
Duan Yanqing knew that Murong Fu deliberately talked nonsense because he didn't want to make him feel guilty, but when had he, Duan Yanqing, ever owed anyone such a big favor?
He had this idea as early as when Murong Fu proposed to help him heal his leg, and now it was time to speak out.
Duan Yanqing said: "Young Master Murong will definitely look down on ordinary thank-you gifts. How about I give you a huge fortune?"
When he mentioned "immense wealth", Murong Fu smiled softly: "Your old Duan gave me the entire country of Dali, which may be said to be extremely rich. Other than that, what else can be said to be extraordinary.
Where’s the wealth?”
This is absolutely true. With the inheritance Wu Yazi left to him, plus the wealth of the Wang family and the Murong family, Murong Fu is now truly wealthy. He really looks down on ordinary small money.
Duan Yanqing said nothing, held out three fingers and said, "How about this number?"
Murong Fu smiled and said: "Thirty thousand taels of gold? That's a lot. It's enough to keep it for your own retirement, hahaha."
Duan Yanqing said nothing.
"Three hundred thousand taels? Sure, Boss Duan, don't you see, there is a right way to make money."
Murong Fu's heartbeat accelerated slightly.
Duan Yanqing smiled disdainfully: "I don't know, I'm talking about three million taels of gold!"
There was silence in the room for a long time. Murong Fu asked cautiously: "Did you empty the treasury of the Song Dynasty?"
No wonder Murong Fu reacted like this. After all, according to the exchange ratio of 1:16, this is a huge sum of 54 million taels of silver, and the actual ratio of gold to silver will only be higher.
It can be said that in any dynasty, this huge sum of money would be enough for the national treasury to earn a year's income, but the actual amount of money deposited is far less than this figure.
Even with the prosperity of the Song Dynasty, there was still a fiscal deficit every year. If there was such a huge sum of money, even the emperor would have to shamelessly steal it.