Axiang and the others helped him up from the bed, making enough space for Brother Gui to move more easily. They put his head on Axiang's hand. When they moved him, he *sounded. A drop of blood.
Drop by drop onto the bed.
As Xiang held the basin, I soaked a towel in hot water and began to gently wipe his wounds. I knew it hurt, but his face was very quiet under my hands, and he slowed down his breathing.
, he did not close his eyes or make a single sound.
Brother Gui dipped enough white wine into the wound and applied it to form a small stream of water, flowing from his eyebrows to his hairline. He pressed the white wine with his hand, and Na Miantang closed his eyes at the moment, feeling the stinging pain.
He flinched when he was licking the bone marrow, and I could see the small movements of his flinching. The pungent smell of the liquor made me realize how urgent Brother Gui was doing.
"Come on, hurry up." That Miantang was really a monster. He was actually urging Brother Gui to perform surgery as soon as possible.
Brother Gui can't stop being ruthless. He is a person who is more afraid of blood than anyone else. He will suffer from blood coma. The dean and Axiang can only kill chickens with their swords, but this does not mean that they
They dared to use the knife on people, especially their masters. They did not dare to bear the huge responsibility. Everyone looked at each other, no one dared to do it. When I stared, a cold light shone in my eyes, and the eyes of Xiao Ma Liu became confused.
, they gritted their teeth and rushed over, holding Na Miantang firmly.
"I'll do it." I decided to take over the operation for Brother Gui.
I held the knife and stared at Na Miantang and said, "It will hurt a lot."
It hurts now too." He forced out a weak smile.
I was stunned for a moment, and then my thoughts came out: "Catch him!"
Na Miantang wanted to resist, but Brother Gui, Niu Ba, Ah Wu Donkey, You Si Ji plus Ah Xiang, and the Tian family surrounded him. How could a person who had almost lost half of his blood stand up to these gangs of people?
A wolf-like guy, he was quickly pinned to his side on the bed by them, unable to move his hands, feet, or any part of his back.
Xiao Ma Liu smiled like a weasel: "It's for your own good, that young man. It's for your own good, that young man. Take advantage."
I gritted my teeth, dipped the knife in the strong wine, and then gently blew on the wound, which made the wound bleed even more. I tore open Naotang's clothes and quickly cut open the rotten flesh, and the air
The bloody smell was so strong that I was extremely nervous and felt nausea in my chest.
He screamed out in pain, and Brother Gui hugged him tightly.
I quickly pressed the red dagger to the wound, and saw a puff of green smoke rising from Na Miantang's hand. The air was filled with the smell of burnt human flesh, and Na Miantang, who was already very weak, let out a miserable cry.
He screamed and arched his body in pain. He struggled desperately, but a group of people held his hands and feet tightly, unable to move.
Brother Gui hugged him desperately, Axiang wiped his painful tears, and Tian wiped his sweat.
I threw away the dagger and said nervously: "Master, please bear with me and don't scream like a girl. The bleeding has stopped and you can survive."
Na Miantang was so painful that he was sweating coldly. He said feebly: "Mao Jiujiu, you are the only one who can do this kind of thing. You are really the most poisonous woman, with a kind face and a cruel heart, but a cruel heart and cruel hands..."
I don't mind at all: "Thank you, thank you."
Ah Xiang's face changed drastically, and she hurriedly walked away, pretending to go somewhere else to change towels: "The water is not hot enough, I will continue to bring hot water."
The sheets were covered with blood, Na Miantang's lips were tightly pursed, and his forehead was covered with sweat. Brother Gui stood aside without saying a word, with extreme anxiety in his eyes. He was worried that I would miss.
"Sew up my wound in a while." Na Miantang continued to direct, but his voice was so weak that it was like fine lines.
"I don't know how to sew any wounds. I have only mended my own clothes since I was a child." I decided to explain that I was not willing to take advantage of this moment even if we were the enemy or the enemy.
"——Yes, just like mending clothes. But you have to use your fingers to press the edge of the wound flat."
"Is it like flattening the dough for a pancake and baking it in a pan?"
"Haha, it's like making pastry cakes." The monster was actually laughing, his voice started to become hoarse, and the smile on his lips became deeper.
I took out the thickest needle in my sewing box, and Brother Gui was responsible for slowly smoothing the skin around the edge of the wound with his thumb, until the edges of the wound were closed, and the wound was uneven, leaving scars no matter what. I looked quietly, Gui
My brother's face was livid, he was trembling slightly, and his heart was extremely unbearable.
When I soaked the needle in strong wine, blew on it and started to thread the needle with the thread. When I was about to sew the first stitch, I saw the pale-faced Mother Dean also hurriedly staggering to open her mouth.
His face was full of shock, so he pretended to urge Ah Xiang to get the water quickly: "This Ah Xiang, your movements are too slow."
The color of my mouth outlines an unsharp movement.
The needle and thread go in and out of the skin. Who doesn't know how to sew clothes? So my hands are steady and calm. My fingers sew quickly, and the needle and thread go down along the wound where Brother Gui's fingers are pressing. Finally, I am finally done.
Not too bad.
I successfully patched the wound, and the wound slowly closed, and the blood flow began to decrease. The corners of Na Miantang's lips raised, and a very light smile appeared, "Mao Jiujiu, you are really a
Disaster."
"I've been mending my own clothes since I was a kid."
Yes, isn't that the case in my world? Every child in the courtyard is like this. If you learn, you will learn the skills to survive.
I felt Miantang's body slipping down from my hand, and he lost consciousness. His pale eyes, which were motionless due to pain, finally closed. I looked away from his wounds and looked at them for the first time.
Looking at his appearance from such a close distance, it was like looking at him like a magnifying glass - under the serious injury, Na Miantang's face was very ugly, only the lines of his face were still sharp and angular, even in sleep, he was still resolute and sharp.
I myself was in severe pain, and my lower jaw was also sore. But I prayed to all the gods for him, hoping that he would be safe, because only if he was safe, could I be safe.
Late at night.
"The doctor from the village is here." The mother-in-law shouted excitedly.
After the village doctor came, he used some local methods to relieve inflammation of Miantang's wound. He took out a small piece of hot medicinal mud and applied it on the wound, and then wrapped it with a clean cloth. "He will get better soon. Fortunately, you guys
Help him suck out the venom and dig out the poisonous meat in advance. If you don't do this in advance, he will die."
The dean's mother stepped forward and stretched out her hand to wipe the sweat from Na Miantang's forehead. Unexpectedly, as soon as her hand touched Na Miantang's skin, she suddenly pulled it back. Her eyes were full of panic, and she shivered and looked at
The village doctor said: "Doctor, the young master's forehead is very hot. I'm afraid he has a fever."
"He--when will he get better? His body is very hot." The mother-in-law was most worried about her own life.
"Well, he will have a fever for a day or two, restless tossing and turning in bed, and sweat profusely. But once the fever subsides, he will get better soon. Within three or four days, he will not be able to get up.
." The village doctor was very respectful to Na Miantang's identity.
I was arranged to stay in the room and take care of him, which was also his request.
A few hours passed, and Na Miantang fell asleep quietly. About three o'clock in the morning, he frowned in his sleep, murmured in his sleep, and was sweating profusely. I took out a piece of cloth and wiped his brow.
, he tossed and turned, with a look of pain on his face. I stroked his cheek, whispered nice words, trying to calm him down. After about half an hour, he calmed down again. I breathed a sigh of relief.
, was about to stand up from the bed. At this moment, he suddenly sat up from the bed, opened his eyes crazily, grabbed my wrist, and held it tightly. The pain made me tremble. If it weren't for him,
To save my life, I would have beaten him up.
"Don't go," he shouted angrily.
"I-I'm going to take a nap." I protested.
"She was taken away, one by one! I beg you, please—"
His eyes were filled with great hatred. He squeezed my wrist desperately and pulled me to his chest. He was confused and didn't know what he was talking about or who he was talking to. This point
I understand, but I am still afraid of death. Although he was very weak, he seemed to be very strong. He grabbed both my wrists and pressed them hard on the bed.
"I found her, father, don't leave-"
He let go of my hand and grabbed my throat. I wanted to scream but couldn't. He laughed like a bully. I would be strangled to death by him. My blood was rushing to my head and my eyes began to blur.
I got up, but he was still pinching me hard. At this moment, he suddenly let go of me. When I opened my eyes, I saw him looking down at me in a daze. He frowned, and there was a deep line between his eyebrows.
of wrinkles.
"Mao Jiujiu, what happened to me just now?"
"Damn it, your good intentions are not rewarded. You were delirious just now. I almost returned to my position -" I yelled in a hoarse voice, almost speechless.
"Did I hurt you? I hurt you because you were a goblin making trouble. His voice seemed kind and gentle, with a caressing tone, but I knew that he was still unconscious and didn't know what he was saying, even though he
My mood has completely changed.
I stood up and tried to push him down on the bed, but I was exhausted. At this time, his strength seemed to have been exhausted, and he collapsed again. He rested his head on my shoulder and suppressed me on the bed: "Give it to me."
Get lost!"
He is too heavy and sleeps like a pig. I can't push him.
He later fell into a deep sleep, and his delirious state had passed. He only stirred occasionally. But when he was unconscious, he still kept calling a name that I had never heard before, in a very low voice, and those two words came from him.
When it overflows from the lips, it is extremely gentle.
Whenever he called out that person's name, he would hold my hand tightly and he would say softly: "Don't go, don't go."
I couldn't pull my hand away, so I had to respond to him: "Your aunt is here, you can tell me, don't hold me so tight."
I didn't know if he could hear his own voice when he was in a coma, but he kept holding my hand. I never thought that he would have such strength in a coma, just holding his hand.
My hands were clenched so hard that it hurt, as if I wouldn't disappear if I let go.
He fell into a deep sleep later, and his delirious state had passed. He only stirred occasionally. The moonlight faded, and the darkness slowly, very slowly dissipated. Just when the rooster crowed in the early morning, he gave a hard blow.
He yawned, rolled away from me, hugged a pillow with both hands, and pressed it against one side of his face. I kicked his butt several times angrily, sat on top of him with resentment, and punched him several times, while
While beating him, he asked: "You're going to hold me down! Bad guy! Are rich people too powerful? I can't beat you to pieces..."
I stared at this guy in front of me. He was hurt by my beating, but this guy looked at me without focus. Those eyes could only remind me of a dying person. He stared at me for a while and then looked at me without any curiosity.
He looked at the sky that might be about to ascend, and then closed his eyes. As soon as his eyes closed, the strength to support him seemed to have disappeared. He tilted along the pillow, and then just tilted like that, with his belly completely exposed, and he fell asleep again.
It’s on.
"So unbeatable?" I tentatively took a step forward. He seemed not to be breathing, and his chest was almost not rising and falling, but I didn't feel guilty because his breathing began to become steady. I lightly slapped his shoulder and said, "Another day."
You're pretending to be a ghost, get up, you bastard."
The dean's mother-in-law came to visit and quickly helped him tidy up his clothes. She couldn't afford to offend this man.