Cheng Jiaoniang stepped out and closed the door behind her.
"He can't go home for the time being," she said.
As soon as these words came out, everyone's heart skipped a beat.
So it’s simply impossible….
General Liu's shoulders slumped, this feeling was very familiar.
"...No, it's hopeless. Just carry it down..."
"...don't chop off my arm, don't chop off my arm..."
"...let me die, let me die..."
There were noisy cries, shouts, and howls in his ears, and General Liu's body was shaking uncontrollably.
Someone grabbed his hand.
"Poor, poor, give me a mouthful of food..."
General Liu couldn't help but take a step back and looked at the many people transformed in front of him, men with missing arms and legs, young and old, all with numb expressions, ragged clothes, and holding pottery bowls in their hands.
Those who were seriously ill died, and most of the wounded and disabled soldiers who survived became beggars and slowly waited to die.
This is all fate.
This is what the medical officer of Hanlin Zhuanhou said.
Someone reached out and pushed him.
"You go away further." Saturday Lang said.
General Liu came back to his senses and saw the woman in front of him walking towards him.
"Banqin, take care of him, boil the medicine on the table and feed it to him." Cheng Jiaoniang said, walking straight to the other side, "I want to take a rest."
Every time the lady was very tired after seeing the patient, the living room was occupied by Li Dashao, so she could only go to the study, and the maidservant hurriedly led the way.
Mrs. Asong sobbed and was about to go into the house.
"No one else is allowed in." Cheng Jiaoniang turned around and shouted.
Xu Maoxiu reached out and grabbed Mrs. Asong's hand that had been placed on the door of the house, and pulled her back.
General Liu snorted coldly.
"It's just to treat the injury, so we're not allowed in!" he said.
Saturday Lang glanced at him.
"Liu Kui, it's time for you to go," he said.
General Liu snorted and turned around.
"I can't let you go in at will now, because the hand has just been connected and the wind is not allowed for these three days. It is not good for people to move around when the door is opened and closed." Cheng Jiaoniang said.
After saying that, she turned around and continued to move forward. The maid had already opened the door of the study room. The two of them stepped in and the door was closed.
The corridor was quiet, and everyone was slightly motionless.
Hands on...
The words echoed in their ears.
"Where's Liu Kui?"
A general walked into the barracks and shouted.
Then two soldiers ran over and looked at each other with their heads down.
"General Liu had something to do at home, so he didn't come..." they whispered.
The general sighed before he finished speaking.
"He has a bad family! He has a bad business! Tell me, did he go to that brothel again?" he shouted.
The two soldiers were timid.
"It's not a brothel, it's a place to watch a lady treat someone's injuries," they said hurriedly.
The general was even more angry.
"Don't talk nonsense to me! Go tell him that you don't want to patrol the streets anymore, and I'll let him guard the city gate!" He shouted, then turned around and walked away in a stride.
As soon as this man left, other soldiers cheered and surrounded him.
"That's right, it's been three days, why hasn't the general come back yet?"
"..Can the miracle doctor really take his hand back?"
"...Why don't you take this opportunity to take a look..."
Their discussion attracted the attention of more people, who asked questions one after another. When they heard that a person's broken hand was being restored, there was an uproar.
"It's a lie, how is it possible!"
It's indeed a bit impossible...
"But, that man is the miracle doctor who can bring the dead back to life. He can save lives, so one hand is nothing, right?"
"Yes, yes, I heard a story before. It said that in Hezhou, a woman had a broken chin. A doctor cut off someone else's chin and reattached it to her. She lived well..." [Note 1]
"Is this really possible? It's amazing!"
"Stop making noise, just go and see and you will find out. He is in the city."
With these words, a group of people came out cheering, and the soldiers they saw that night led the way to Yudai Bridge.
At this time, in front of Yudaiqiao's house, Zhou Lang got off his horse and entered. He first saw General Liu in the concierge, and then Mrs. A Song in the corridor. The two of them remained motionless as usual, only staring at the closed door.
house door.
The maid walked past the corridor holding a tray.
"Madam, sir, dinner is ready." Her tone was as brisk as her steps.
The door of the study room was wide open, and a man and a woman were seen sitting opposite each other.
"...I asked along the way, but there were no clues...and everything was fine in Taipingju, and no one came to cause trouble," Xu Maoxiu said.
"It doesn't matter if you have any clues." Cheng Jiaoniang said. The maid wiped her hands and picked up the chopsticks. "Brother, please."
Xu Maoxiu nodded and picked up the chopsticks.
The maid looked up and saw Liu Lang in the yard.
"Master Zhou is here." She whispered.
Cheng Jiaoniang and Xu Maoxiu looked over.
"Actually, you don't have to come every day." Cheng Jiaoniang said.
I'm not as petty as you. Since you lowered your head to ask for help, I will do it.
Zhou Lang snorted and ignored it, sitting directly on the porch.
The door of the room was opened, and General Liu and Sister-in-law A Song looked at Ban Qin as if they had an idea.
"Madam," she shouted with some joy, "he's awake, he's awake."
A Song's wife choked several times and moved forward a few steps. She stared at the door but did not dare to break in.
"When you wake up, you can go back." Cheng Jiaoniang said without stopping her chopsticks.
Banqin responded, turning his head to see the haggard Sister-in-law A Song in front of him, and hesitated for a moment.
"Madam, Sister-in-law A Song, can you go in and have a look?" she asked.
"Okay." Cheng Jiaoniang said.
With this answer, A Song's wife let out a whimper and rushed towards the door. The injury on her foot had been bandaged by Banqin and the maid, but perhaps due to psychological reasons or because she had almost no food or drink, she could not walk.
, can only crawl over.
Banqin hurriedly reached out to help her, but A Song's wife had already crawled in, and the sound of crying could be heard in the room.
After the accident, Mrs. Asong finally cried.
"You can go and see it too," Cheng Jiaoniang said, looking at the maid next to her.
The maid giggled, and as expected she picked up her skirt and ran away.
Behind the screen, Sister-in-law A Song was holding Li Dashao's right hand and crying.
"Here he is, he's here." She said vaguely.
The injuries on Li Dashao's face had healed a lot and he could open his eyes. He was crying now.
"Here he is, he's here." He also whimpered.
"Yes, it's here." Banqin said with tears in her eyes, "Thanks to Sister-in-law A Song, you held it, otherwise it wouldn't be possible if you had to go back to look for it or bury it."
Sister-in-law Ah Song cried even more painfully, lying on the ground holding Li Dashao's right hand, which was wrapped thickly in white cloth, and almost fainted.
"Can you move?"
A trembling male voice asked.
There is nothing strange about just sewing the hands on, the key is whether they can be used as before.
"Not yet," Banqin said, "We have to wait another ten days and a half."
"Can it be the same as before?" General Liu asked breathlessly.
Banqin hesitated.
"I don't know about this." She said, and she knelt down and pointed at Li Dashao's right hand, "Look, it looks the same as before, warm and bloody.
It’s just a little swollen.”
As she spoke, she reached out and gently pressed Li Dashao's right hand.
General Liu's heart stopped for a moment.
He subconsciously reached out his hand, and even though Banqin and the maid scolded him, he touched it gently.
Hot! Soft!
Not cold, blue and white, stumps!
It's alive! It's nourished by blood circulation! It's really connected!
"Get out, get out!"
The two maids pushed him out angrily.
In daily life, let alone two little girls, even two big men may not be able to push him.
But at this time, General Liu just let the two men push him out, and then burst into laughter.
Liu Lang frowned and glared at him, but before he could say anything, General Liu burst into tears again, turned around and ran out.
"Here he is, he was there."
He went away with a few shouts.
"Are you scared? You are really ignorant!" Jin Geer said, curling his lips.
This kind of thing is indeed terrifying enough.
Several people in the courtyard secretly said to themselves that they thought this soldier was crazy.
Xu Maoxiu also went to see Li Dashao in the house. Although he himself had experienced the magic of resurrection from the dead, he was still amazed when he saw such a thing.
Brother Jin ran out and quickly rented a car and horses.
Li Dashao was helped up, and he walked towards the carriage and horse with his arms hanging. However, Mrs. Song's legs and feet were weak, so she was able to walk with the help of the maid and Ban Qin.
"I will visit you in three days." Cheng Jiaoniang said.
Li Dashao and his wife leaned over in the car and choked up speechless.
"Then let's go first." Xu Maoxiu said, getting in the car, "Send him back, my fifth and sixth brothers and I will come here."
This time it was Li Dashao who was attacked, and next time it will be who they are. In short, they have to be extremely careful now.
"I'm fine here for the time being." Cheng Jiaoniang said, looking at Liu Lang.
Liu Lang, who had been standing on the porch with his hands behind his hands, stiffened, and his back seemed to be on fire.
He's here, so it's okay...
Liu Lang snorted, turned his head stiffly, and rubbed the hands behind his back unconsciously.
"Did you see his hands clearly?" Cheng Jiaoniang asked again.
Saturday Lang turned his gaze.
"What's there to see?" he said, a little unconcerned.
"Come and take a look." Cheng Jiaoniang smiled at him and raised her hand to wave.
The girl's smile suddenly shone brightly in the sunlight, and her usually dull face and eyes became softer and more lively.
Although his voice was still dull, coupled with his smile and movements, he looked a bit playful.
Zhou Lang's face suddenly turned red and he turned away, but he still followed the instructions and came over.
When Li Dashao heard this in the car, he had already sat down and exposed his hands in front of him.
Zhou Lang glanced briefly from a few steps away.
"What do you think?" Cheng Jiaoniang asked.
Like a schoolboy eager to be affirmed by his teacher, Saturday Lang snorted again.
"Very good." He said in a low voice.
Cheng Jiaoniang looked at him and smiled again.
"So, how do you feel?" she asked.
Didn’t I say it before? It’s good to know that she is very powerful!
Zhou Lang frowned and looked at Cheng Jiaoniang.
"I've connected the broken hand." Cheng Jiaoniang looked at him and said, and emphasized, "Oh, broken hand."
A broken hand can be reattached, and so can a broken leg.
There was a bang in Zhou Lang's head, as if a fire suddenly ignited from his feet and went straight to the top of his head, suffocating him for a moment.
Damn it! Damn it!
"Cheng Jiaoniang! You're going too far!" He roared, clenching his hands in front of him, and all the bones in his body made a creaking sound.
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Note 1: This plot story comes from Hong Mai's "Yi Jian Zhi". The so-called stories, village ghost stories, and novels are inevitably absurd. (To be continued)
