The dark night extinguished all restlessness and brought all uneasiness into dreams. Boom, who was sleeping deeply, was still sweating, but Rikka quietly walked out of the courtyard.
She is not a doctor, so she cannot treat Boom based on her own understanding, nor does she dare to do so. Although her medicines are expensive, they are mostly ordinary goods.
Fighting Qi injuries are far more serious than blade wounds. What makes them fatal is not the horrific wounds, but mostly the result of Fighting Qi seeping into the blood and destroying the internal organs.
This kind of result mostly happens to people who are penetrated by fighting spirit, and for people like Boom, although they look extremely scary, they will not be in any danger.
But Rikka is already in a state of confusion. What she wants to do now is to find some medicine. In her opinion, people should take medicine when they are sick, and bandage their fingers if they are cut.
Walking in the black market, she has never been so lucky as she is now, lucky that she lives here. And as long as you have gold coins here, you can find everything.
The largest black market drug store is just around the corner. It is the place most frequented by the poor, and it is also the battlefield between death and angels.
"Why are you here? What do you need?" The boss is a middle-aged fat man who once had the evil idea of Rikka.
"The medicine for treating fighting spirit injuries is the best and most effective medicine!" Liuhua was too lazy to talk nonsense and replied directly.
The fat boss saw that Rikka's face was extremely ugly, and he was not in the mood to chat with her anymore. He turned around and walked into the cabinet, and returned again a few minutes later.
He pushed a beautiful wooden box in front of Rikka. This thing was only the size of a baby's hand, but it was full of carved animal patterns and totems.
"What is this?" Rikka did not open it, but looked up at the other party.
"The best ointment for treating fighting spirit injuries comes from the Hetula tribe in the Langxi Mountains. It is said that it was obtained from an orc shaman." The fat boss introduced with a smile.
"How to use it? What are the side effects?" Rikka picked up the product and asked with some satisfaction.
"Apply it directly to the wound, then wrap it with gauze, and don't take a shower for three days. As for the side effects, how do I know?" The fat boss smiled slyly, as if he had guessed something.
The bag containing seventy gold coins was thrown at the opponent, and the box of shaman ointment was put into Rikka's arms. Now she just wanted to return to the Wonder House quickly and return to Boom.
"I say, before you treat, you'd better put the belt into the patient's mouth to prevent him from biting his tongue and committing suicide." The fat boss's voice sounded again, and the answer was a few copper coins thrown by Rikka.
The fat boss shook his head in embarrassment and thought to himself: This is really unnecessary. If I had known, I would have waited to take over. Are these copper coins just sending away beggars?
A moment later, Rikka returned to the Wonder House again. She carefully opened the curtain and walked in quietly.
The charcoal fire was still crackling, and the candlelight drifted due to Rikka's body movement. The pillow under Boom's head had already been soaked, and his face became increasingly pale and haggard.
"Brother, brother, I bought the medicine, please wake up." Rikka squatted next to Boom and gently squeezed his arm.
However, Boom had already fallen into a coma at this time. Even if he was lucky to be able to breathe, how could he answer the other party?
Seeing this, Rikka had to carefully pull back Boom's quilt. But in the next ten minutes, she almost went crazy, or suffered from heart attack.
After bringing Boom back from the Miracle Plains, Rikka hurriedly went to the black market to buy medicine. The basic cleaning of the wound was not completed, and even the bloody clothes were not changed.
The Wonder House is warm and quiet. Although it is the best place for patients to rest, it also accelerates the coagulation of blood. Therefore, Boom's robe and chest are now tightly stuck together.
Pulling and twitching. As Rikka separated the cloth bit by bit, Boom groaned in pain. In the end, he even fell unconscious.
Rikka's tears welled up in her eyes again. She sucked the blood with a towel and wiped the dirt clean. The whole process lasted for more than ten minutes, which was short and torturous.
It was a wound extending from the left shoulder to the right pelvis. Although it was not deep, it was surprisingly long. And because it was not treated in time, it had already developed symptoms of inflammation.
After confirming again and again, Rikka slowly took out the wooden box from her arms, which contained the shaman plaster. Boom's condition was very bad and could not be delayed any longer.
The smell of the ointment was very strange, with some herbal fragrance, but also some fishy and sour smell. Rikka carefully dipped a little of it with her finger, and then applied it on the wound on Boom's chest.
There was no abnormality and everything was fine. After waiting for a few minutes, Liuhua applied all the ointment to the wound and wrapped it with gauze.
After doing this, she collapsed on the ground with some exhaustion. Tears mixed with sweat, and hatred was like a sharp knife, constantly tingling every nerve.
The image of the young nobleman appeared in front of his eyes again, sometimes twisting into a demon with the fire, and sometimes splitting into countless bright spots.
Although she promised Boom, it didn't mean that she would be relieved immediately. At least before Boom woke up, Rikka still planned to tear the man into pieces.
Thinking about it, Rikka's eyes gradually closed. But at this moment, Boom suddenly groaned.
Rikka hurriedly ran to Boom, looking a little confused and not knowing what to do. She cried and pulled the quilt back up, and then lay down next to him.
This was the last thing she could do, either wake up with Boom again or die together. "Maybe this is my life." Rikka thought, and closed her eyes amidst Boom's moans. The night has long passed in the busyness, and the dawn of the morning lights up the ancient city. There is a butterfly falling on the window of the Wonderful House. Although it is beautiful, it is untouchable.
"If you don't cook, I'm going to starve to death." Boom's voice rang in his ears, and Liuhua's nose moved, but she still didn't wake up.
Boom turned to look at each other, and then at the gauze wrapped around his chest. He came back to life, and he escaped from the clutches of death again.
Rikka, who was sleeping soundly beside her, still had tears in her eyes. She was indeed exhausted. It was a kind of mental torture and the fear of losing her only relative.
She had a long dream. In the dream, she held the steel knife and ran towards Boom, but the figure of the other party was always erratic.
Standing on the edge of the cliff, Rikka stared blankly at the endless abyss under her feet. She looked around and shouted, but apart from countless ridicules and sarcasm, Boom was nowhere to be seen.
With all her thoughts in despair, Rikka closed her eyes and jumped down, like a kite with its string broken, floating in the wind, with no direction and no control over it.
Falling, falling, falling again. Time seems to have stopped at this moment, and the air is as thick as caramel.
Rikka frowned. She was not afraid of death, nor was she afraid of walking into the Shura field with Boom. But this feeling was too disgusting, as if she was in a water tank overflowing with maggots, unable to climb out, and unable to move even an inch. p>
In anger, she transformed her hands into short blades, and her body rotated at high speed like a top, completely unleashing her "Gift of Liberation" swordsmanship.
However, her hand suddenly hit another hand, and the owner of this hand was none other than the Boom she was looking for.