This bandit fight has never been so miserable. Looking at the clothes of these people, they don't look like bandits. Instead, they are all dressed in luxurious clothes and wearing gold crowns.
Looking at the room full of doctors taking turns taking turns, but still unable to stop the bleeding, they were all shouting that there was no way to save the blood. One of the men who came to take care of the injured roared and kicked a stool to pieces.
The whole room was so frightened that it fell silent.
"Doctor Liu has already gone to pick him up. Are you all useless? You can't save your life. Can't you even stop the bleeding?" the big man shouted.
This man was like a black tower, with a knife hanging from his waist, which made all the apprentice doctors tremble.
"This...it's true...it's true that the wound is too big...the medicine sprinkled on it is of no use at all." The eldest disciple said bravely, "Maybe we can wait until Master comes back."
"You trash!" shouted the big black man, and kicked a stool to pieces.
The apprentices in the hall kept silent and shrank their heads.
"Wrap it first, then wrap it more and sprinkle all the medicine on it..." The eldest disciple could only urge the others to say hurriedly.
The room was full of people buzzing around.
"Just sew it up and it'll be fine."
A low voice suddenly sounded from behind, which made the anxious disciple very angry.
"Who is causing trouble here!" He turned around and shouted in a low voice.
The apprentices who did not cause any trouble behind them quickly got out of the way, revealing a young apprentice standing at the end.
The apprentice was talking in a low voice with another person, and was suddenly shocked when he was suddenly exposed in front of others.
"Hu San! Who asked you to come in? Go back to the backyard!" The eldest disciple shouted calmly when he saw this man.
This young man called Hu San was the same Dr. Hu who had treated Brother Aru.
Now being scolded by this disciple, and seeing the contemptuous looks in the room, he couldn't help but feel angry.
I guess he is also from the Xinglin family, but he is not well-known. His father died early and he did not receive the true inheritance. However, he could not lose his ancestral heritage, so he finally found his way into Qianjin Hall. He wanted to be an apprentice and learn medical skills well.
In order to improve the family tradition, it turned out that after three years here, I didn't even have the chance to get close to Liu Pucheng, let alone learn medical skills, and I had to be ordered around by these apprentices.
What skills do you have? It’s not that you don’t know how to diagnose and treat injuries like this, you’re not as well-informed as I am!
"I know how to cure it." Hu San shouted with his scalp getting hot.
The lobby suddenly became quiet.
Hu San panicked after shouting these words, and when he saw that all eyes were on him, his heartbeat was even more intense.
"Get out of here." The eldest disciple shouted with eyes wide open.
The whole hall became lively again, and everyone went about their business. Hu San was left standing there, and he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.
"I said you have little experience. I still don't believe it..." He was full of self-congratulation, but he wanted to save some face, so he muttered and turned around and left.
As soon as I lifted my feet, I heard a loud shout behind me.
"That guy, come here and treat him!"
The sound frightened Hu San's legs to the point where he was about to sit on the ground.
"Uncle, this is our handyman here... he just picks medicines and stuff... and doesn't know how to treat diseases at all..." The eldest disciple hurriedly explained to the man that although Hu San was very annoying, he was still a member of the Qianjin Hall.
If something happens to his name, Qianjintang will still be the unlucky one.
"Aren't you just handymen? You still can't be cured. They're all trash anyway!" shouted the big man. As soon as he stretched out his big hand, two cold-faced waiters with swords crossed came over a few steps, picked up Hu San, whose legs were already weak, and pressed him down.
In front of the injured.
"Treat me quickly!" the big man shouted.
Hu San was about to cry but had no tears at this time, and his face was pale.
"I, I..." He stammered, wondering if he would be slapped on the head by this big man if he said he didn't know how to treat it?
"I'll treat you." He gritted his teeth and shouted, stretching out his trembling hand, "Bring me some water!"
The others didn't expect him to say this at all, and they were all frightened for a moment.
"Brother, it's over. Hu San was so frightened that he went crazy..." someone whispered to the eldest disciple.
Hu San shouted so powerfully that an apprentice next to him was also stunned. He was so stunned that he actually brought him some water.
Hu San shook his hands and stared, thinking about the scene he had seen that day. He gritted his teeth and pulled off the cloth strip wrapping the wound. His movements were too clumsy and made the injured make a sound of pain. The big man's brows twitched and he held back.
"I... I want to clean... him the wound now..." Hu San looked at the bloody wound in front of his eyes and said tremblingly. As he spoke, he stretched out his hand to hold the wound and poured water on it.
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The injured person shivered due to the sudden stimulation, and blood and water scattered on the ground.
"You..." The big man stood up, glared at Hu San, gritted his teeth and endured it.
Hu San took the first step, and then became bolder. He asked for more water, washed the wound, and even dared to say a few words when the injured screamed in pain.
"..This...is infected...that...cell...and so on...must be washed away...otherwise...well...it won't be cured...bear with it, even that half-grown child of fourteen or fifteen years old back then could bear it."
Come on, an adult like you can't be inferior to a child..."
The injured man regained consciousness under the severe pain. When he heard his inarticulate chatter, he gritted his teeth and really held back.
The black-faced man and the others slowly relaxed their muscles and made a rattling sound, which made the other apprentices around them turn pale with fear.
"Okay..." Hu San, sweating profusely, finally finished rinsing. Although blood was still coming out, at least the wound was not so messy. "Bring me a needle and thread..."
He stretched out his hand again and said.
Apprentices, look at me and I look at you.
"What kind of needlework?" the eldest disciple asked with a dark face.
"We definitely don't have anything like that here...then...then get someone who sews clothes...it's all sewing anyway..." Hu San muttered, raised his head and said.
Everyone yelled, you look at me and I look at you.
"Hu San, you are seeking death on your own. Don't blame me for being ruthless. If something happens later, get out of my Qianjin Hall." The eldest disciple said in a low voice.
Hu San's face trembled and he swallowed.
"Get it for him!" the black-faced man shouted.
His words worked, and someone immediately took it away as if flying.
Hu San took the needle and threaded it thoughtfully...
Everyone stared at Hu San, and then saw him shaking again and again, and slowly pricking the needle into the injured man's arm...
A scream suddenly sounded, followed immediately by another scream, and a clatter of people colliding with the ground.
Hu San, who was in front of the injured just now, had been knocked away, fell to the corner of the room, hit the table, and lay on the ground rolling his eyes.
"You're such a fool, you dare to play tricks on me!" the black-faced man cursed, clenching his fists loudly.
Everyone was too frightened to say a word. The apprentice who went to get the needle and thread was afraid of being implicated, so he knelt down and kowtowed to beg for mercy.
"I, I've really seen people treated like this..." Hu San lay on the ground and looked at the big man who seemed to be coming to beat him. He was so frightened that his nose came out, and he shouted in a trembling voice, "Just... right on the street.
Go to...that person is doing well..."
"You little bastard..." The black-faced man didn't listen to him at all. He stepped forward and raised his fist to say hello.
Everyone closed their eyes and couldn't bear to see it.
"Old Ma, wait a minute." A deep male voice suddenly sounded, and it was undoubtedly the sound of nature to Hu San's ears.
Hu San opened his eyes and saw another man walking out of the door. He could not see clearly even with his back to the light, but he could see that his figure was as tall and tall as a pine tree.
"Is it true that someone was cured like this?" he asked while standing at the door, smashing the horse whip in his hand.
"Yes, yes, uncle, it's true. The man's arm was cut off and the bleeding couldn't stop. The doctor sewed it up with a needle. He was able to get out of bed at that time. He was fine in three days. Now he is still there.
I'm swinging a hammer in Zheng Si's blacksmith shop." Hu San said loudly, fearing that his head would be smashed by a big fist if he was a step too slow.
"Bring that man to me and have a look." The man who had just entered said, striding in.
Someone answered from behind.
When Yuan Bao was brought into Qianjin Hall, he was still in shock. When he saw the scene in the hall, his face turned pale.
"You... why are you arresting me? I didn't fight..." he yelled, scratching his neck.
He just thought it was another fight for manpower on the street, and he was the victim of the situation.
"Let me see your arm." Someone said from the back corner of the room.
Yuanbao Xunsheng looked around and saw one person sitting and two people standing over there. It was so dark that he couldn't see clearly for a while.
Before he could speak, the man escorting him next to him held him down and tore his arms and sleeves twice, revealing his thin arms.
"The one on the right..." Hu San's weak voice was muffled.
"Let me take a look..." The dark-faced man came over in a few steps, grabbed the ingot and brought it to a bright spot by the door.
"What are you doing?" Yuan Bao yelled.
In the light, you can see an obvious scar on Yuanbao's arm that is as curved as a snake. It is completely different from those wounds that heal themselves. The stitches of stitches are clearly visible on it.
"Is this really sewn up?" the black-faced man shouted in surprise.
Yuan Bao suddenly understood what they were going to do, turned his head and looked indoors, and saw Hu San.
"Little brother, which doctor cured this?" the black-faced man asked excitedly.
Yuan Bao just closed his mouth and didn't speak, his young face full of stubbornness.
Back then, his sister had told him not to tell others his identity as a healer.
"You haven't told me yet?" The black-faced man was a little surprised. "What's there to hide? Could it be that he is a shady person?"
Yuan Bao just said nothing and let him grab his arm harder and harder.
"Yes, he is a doctor from the Hou Mansion." Hu San said from the side.
Yuan Bao glared at him fiercely.
"Little brother, saving one life is better than building a seven-level pagoda. Look at this injured person, we can't delay it any longer..." Hu San met his gaze and said urgently.
"Oh?" The man sitting in the hall stood up, his voice a little curious, "Doctor of the Hou Mansion? Which Hou Mansion? But this is the Hou Mansion of Yongqing Mansion?"
Yuan Bao just didn't speak and simply lowered his head.
"You bastard!" The black-faced man slapped you, "Believe it or not, I will chop you with a knife."
Yuan Bao fell to the ground, raised his head and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. He looked at the black-faced man pulling out the knife and still kept his mouth shut.
"Sanqing, since when did our family have a doctor?" the man asked as he walked out step by step.
"Hui Shizi, not really." A servant standing in the room replied in a low voice, "Why don't you let me go back and ask?"
The man had already walked to the door of the house step by step. Yuanbao raised his head and saw his appearance clearly.
This is a man in his mid-twenties, with slightly dark skin, thick eyebrows and big eyes, with a high nose, thin lips and blunt jaw, and the majesty of wealth and wealth between his brows.
Crown Prince? This thought flashed through Yuan Bao's mind, and he was a little surprised on his face. Before he could think about anything else, he saw the man's thin lips curled up slightly, revealing a hint of a smile.
"No, since this child is so scared and dare not say anything, he must be hiding it from others. If you ask, you won't be able to find out, so why waste your time..." He said, reaching out to hold the black-faced man's knife handle.
, "It's better to treat it again quickly..."
As soon as he finished speaking, Yuan Bao choked, and then a sword flashed in front of him, and a sharp pain instantly spread throughout his body.
Yuan Bao screamed and fell to the ground with his arms folded.
Looking at the man holding the knife and still smiling, everyone in the hall felt their scalps go numb, and Hu San even sat down on the ground with a thud.
Hey, I wrote a supernatural article when I have nothing to do. I update it from time to time. I just play around and tell ghost stories. If you have nothing to do, you can feel free to read it. Click my name to search in your personal space. The name is "Walking in the Dark" (unfinished)