As night gradually fell, the speed of the group gradually increased.
Zhao Le, the youngest daughter of the owner, was dressed in a smart outfit and drove the carriage in person, walking in the middle of the team.
Inside the carriage, Huang An was lying on his back, wrapped in a thin quilt, still unconscious.
If he wasn't still breathing slightly, the groom would have thought he was dead.
Zhao Dun lay on the wooden board at the door of the carriage and took off his shirt, revealing his back full of scars.
This man actually has scars all over his body, old and new, including wounds from swords, guns and swords.
Even if Huang An were awake, he would be able to see a hole and scar on this person's waist.
Especially one of the fresh scars is the most eye-catching.
The scar stretched from the shoulder to the center of the spine, which was a foot long.
This wound was a knife wound. The flesh on both sides of the wound was still fresh. Although half a month had passed, the skin and flesh were still turned out. Now soaked in blood and water, plus the yellowing pus, it looked even more hideous.
Pang Han, the top disciple of the martial arts school, held the golden sore medicine in his hand and stared at the wound on his master's back. He was sweating profusely and his hands were shaking.
Although he had taken medicine many times, Pang Han still felt distressed as the abscesses became more serious. Of course, there was also the uncontrollable fear.
This kind of stab wound is probably so deep that it would be difficult for a god to heal it.
If the master were not an expert in the copper-skin realm, he would probably have fallen ill a long time ago, let alone kill the bandits today?
"What are you afraid of, a real man?"
As if he knew his disciple's temperament, Zhao Dun removed the soft wood from his mouth and scolded him.
"Apply medicine!"
"Go deeper! Just cut off the rotten flesh!"
After saying that, Zhao Dun stuffed the wood into his mouth again and clenched it with his teeth.
Obviously he is aware of his injuries. After all, copper-skin masters have long controlled every part of the body and are fully aware of his physical condition.
Pang Han calmed down and comforted:
"Master, master, please be patient and let Doctor Xue take a look when you get into the city. He will definitely be able to cure you!"
However, his affirmative tone was still full of fear and hesitation that could not be concealed.
Medicine and martial arts are not separated from each other. He has been practicing martial arts since he was a child. He doesn't know the extent of his master's injuries. But as a senior disciple of the martial arts school, he can only comfort his master in this way.
Of course, I am also comforting myself.
The rustling sound of sharp blades cutting carrion soon came from inside the carriage, mixed with Zhao Dun's muffled hum.
Zhao Le, the coachman who drove the carriage, was holding the gold and silver he had plundered from Huang An in his hands, throwing them like stones, bumping them up and down, as if he was playing with them.
However, this girl in a green dress has bright eyes and white teeth, but her delicate and pretty face is now covered with water stains.
A pair of bright almond eyes are red, and the small mouth is pursed, obviously holding back crying.
She clearly knew the severity of the injury on her father's back. She was worried about him and also worried about her own martial arts school.
She was even more regretful for her carelessness. She didn't know that her father had been seriously injured before setting off.
Since the death of his mother, the martial arts gym has been in a state of decline. My father and his disciples have taken on some tasks of escorting caravans to maintain the normal operation of the martial arts gym and maintain the martial arts practice of the family of three.
The eldest sister is in charge of everything in the museum, and I don’t know what’s going on now.
"Hey!"
Zhao Le sighed, feeling more and more nervous like an eggplant beaten by frost.
Suddenly she noticed the silver in her hand again, and then thought of Huang An who was thrown into the corner of the carriage by her, and couldn't help but said to herself:
"The money I collected from you is not much, but it is enough to save you once. If I can't save you, I can also buy a piece of land and dig a hole to bury you. This will prevent you from being exposed in the wilderness and being picked up by wild dogs.
Let’s go.”
As if to convince herself, the girl put the money into her arms with peace of mind.
It costs money to treat diseases, it costs money to practice martial arts, it costs money to eat, drink and have sex, and it costs money to do everything. Zhao Le has been a money fan since he was a child.
Fortunately, she was a little money-lover, otherwise Huang An would have fallen into the eyes of thieves and been killed with a single knife.
Two days later, early morning.
Feng'an County, Xicheng District, Zhao's Martial Arts School, the yard beside the backyard wall.
"Hiss!"
There were bursts of pain in his back, Huang An's eyelids trembled slightly, and he finally woke up.
This is?
Whose bed is it?
A little aware of the state of the body, neither hungry nor thirsty.
The duration of coma should be very short.
After carefully understanding himself, Huang An's heart suddenly condensed and he had doubts.
"Huh? Doesn't it hurt? The effect of the cancer suppressor drug hasn't worn off yet?"
"No, this doesn't feel right. My strength is 30% greater than last month!"
Huang An woke up instantly, and he soon smelled a strong smell of medicine in the air.
Huang An understood that he had indeed been saved, and more importantly, the person who saved him had a way to alleviate his terminal illness.
Huang An's eyes instantly revealed a look of surprise.
This world is very interesting!
The first time he came, it gave him such a big surprise.
Suddenly.
"Huh?"
"Are you awake?"
A surprised voice came from the side.
This is Ming Dynasty, Huang An understands it.
The person speaking was a man. Huang An judged that he should be a young man who was in the period of changing his voice.
"Wake up, wake up!"
Huang An responded with a slightly unfamiliar voice.
"Just wait, I'll call Senior Brother!"
The young man lifted Huang An up, rested his back on the head of the bed, and then trotted out of the house.
"Thank you!"
As soon as Huang An said the words, he saw the young man's face clearly, but the young man disappeared.
He shook his head. He didn't know why the young man was so anxious, but he suddenly felt uncomfortable.
Taking a breath, Huang An gently rubbed the soreness on his back. It must have hurt his waist, it hurt a little.
But it shouldn’t be serious.
I touched my body and saw that I had taken off all my linen clothes and was only wearing a pair of underwear, which were my own clothes.
The dagger was placed beside the bed, but the silver and gold were missing.
Huang An's expression froze, then relaxed quickly.
He understood in his heart and didn't feel angry. Instead, he was eager to meet the "elder brother" the young man called him.
Huang An twisted his waist and quickly adapted to his physical condition. He did not get out of bed, but looked at the environment in the room.
This house is similar to the houses of ancient wealthy families in movies and TV series. Although the decoration is simple, there are few daily necessities, and there are no modern furniture, it is very clean.
Huang An felt confident, and combined with what he had seen and heard before coma, he quickly found a suitable identity among the identities he had prepared before, and hypnotized himself to avoid being asked about it in the future and revealing his flaws.
After about a minute, there was a "clang" and the door opened.
Huang An looked over in response and saw a hot-tempered girl breaking into the house.
"Hey, just wake up. I thought I couldn't save you?"
The girl murmured.
Huang An was stunned for a moment. Is this "Elder Brother?"
Did I misremember?
Have you written the words "eldest brother" and "eldest sister" backwards in Ming Dynasty?
This is a little girl, I think she is sixteen or seventeen years old.
However, Huang An still got the information he wanted from it. As expected, it was the people here who saved him.
Huang An became more and more excited. He struggled to get up, but noticed another person walking in outside the door.
When I looked up, I saw a woman in white. She was very tall, about 1.75 meters tall.
He has a quiet appearance and a pair of willow-leaf eyebrows that are extremely beautiful. Judging from his walking gait and expression, his personality should be relatively calm, but he is looking sad at this time and is not paying attention to himself, but I don't know why.
Huang An's eyes flashed and he stopped getting up.
He judged that the two women who came in one after another must be two sisters, and their facial features were very similar.
But for some reason, the young man just now disappeared.
These two women are biological sisters with the same father and mother. The younger sister Zhao Le and the older sister Zhao Yan are the biological daughters of Zhao Dun, the owner of the Zhao Family Martial Arts School.
Huang An looked at the two girls for a while, and the girl in the green skirt had already arrived.
She glanced at Huang An, who looked haggard, and seemed to see the confusion in Huang An's eyes, so she explained:
"My senior brother is taking care of my father, so he has no time."
This girl is quite smart.
She said something to herself again.
"But my sister and I are here."
Huang An glanced at the two women, struggled to get up, stood up, put his hands on his belly, lowered his head and said:
"Thank you both for your help."
I don't know if this etiquette is correct, but Huang An feels that it is generally good. Human etiquette always has something in common, and the people he has seen so far have black hair and brown eyes, just like him.
Huang An's accent was a bit strange, and the two sisters didn't take it seriously. In this big world, having an accent is normal.
The two women did not speak. The woman in the green dress rolled her eyes a few times, then waved her hand and said:
"Uncle, no need to be polite!"
The three of them looked at each other in silence, and the atmosphere in the room was a bit solemn.
Uncle?
Maybe this girl has poor eyesight, so she calls herself uncle, Huang An doesn't care.
Suddenly.
"Now that you're awake, let's go!"
The woman in white behind her suddenly spoke, her voice was like that of an oriole, gentle and tinged with a hint of green.
However, Huang An was stunned when he spoke.
The woman stopped talking, took a step forward, and suddenly raised her right hand.
Huang An looked at it and saw that it was actually a handful of broken silver. The broken silver looked very familiar.
Huang An realized that this should be the ten taels of silver he had lost.
He was startled for a moment, then he woke up, and he actually wanted to drive him away?
Are the people here so unloving?
I still have to treat a disease, but I can’t leave, so I quickly waved my hand and said:
"Just accept this money and treat it as a life-saving gift. I'll repay the rest later!"
Facing Huang An's refusal, the woman in white's expression did not change, and she still had that sad look.
Her thoughts are not with Huang An at all.
Sister Zhao Le glanced at Huang An, then at her sister, took the broken silver from her sister's hand angrily, and stuffed it into Huang An's hand.
"Uncle, the one tael of gold is enough for the life-saving grace. Doctor Xue said that the medicine money is also included in the one tael of gold."
After saying that, she reluctantly looked away from the broken silver.
Huang An didn't feel the slightest offense, but was pleasantly surprised.
Small money fan?
Then there is a way.
What made Huang An even more happy was that he heard the words "Mr. Xue".
This person should be the one who allowed part of his body to recover!
We must find him!
Anxious to find Doctor Xue for help, Huang An no longer refused. He took the linen clothes from the bedside and hurriedly put them on.
When I turned around and looked, the woman in white had disappeared.
But fortunately, the little money fan is still there, and there is someone to guide me.
"I don't know the girl's name, so where is Divine Doctor Xue? I hope you can give me some advice. After I cure my own disease, I will be rewarded generously!"
Zhao Le originally didn't want to talk to Huang An anymore, but when he heard the "rich reward", his eyes lit up, but then darkened again.
He shook his head and replied:
"My name is Zhao Le, and that was my sister just now, her name is Zhao Yan."
Huang An nodded, indicating that he had written it down, but when he saw the pity in Zhao Le's eyes, his heart trembled, and he had an uneasy premonition, and he quickly asked: