A flower-like smile appeared on Xiaohua's face, and she stood up and hugged Wu Zheng's neck, shaking him non-stop.
Wu Zheng sniffed subconsciously, thinking that Xiaohua was going to teach himself a lesson again. He was ready to be beaten. If he followed the past practice, the part that should be beaten would be the head. So Wu Zheng hugged him closely.
He closed his eyes, waiting for Xiaohua to do something evil.
However, Xiaohua did not take action, but let go of Wu Zheng. He still looked frightened at this time, and raised his head to look for traces of Big Beard and Mo Qing.
At this moment, the bearded man was squatting in front of the horses, talking as if he was having a conversation.
As for Mo Qing, that guy was even more bored. He was doing morning exercises alone and stretching his body.
Seeing this, Xiaohua breathed a sigh of relief. After all, what happened in the dream did not happen. But then, his heart became anxious again, and he stared at the sick villagers beside him.
He still had no way to treat him. He was not a doctor after all, and just reading a few medical books was not enough. He couldn't even tell what kind of disease the other party had. Xiaohua seemed a little depressed, looking at each of them, their faces were pale and paralyzed.
The villagers who were unable to move on the ground frowned more and more.
At this moment, he couldn't help but think of the dream he had last night. He dreamed that Big Beard and Mo Qing were both infected with the disease. This was a terrible dream. But Xiaohua also had a question in his heart, why didn't he dream about Wu
Are you going to get sick together?
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but look at Wu Zheng again. He saw Wu Zheng holding his nose with his little finger, and the muscles on his face were tense, looking like he was exerting himself.
The corner of Xiaohua's mouth twitched. For this guy, maybe it was because he was considered too useless by the epidemic, so he didn't want to be infected. Thinking of this, Xiaohua felt inexplicably that it made sense.
Wu Zheng happened to see Xiao Hua's unkind gaze at this moment and couldn't help but shudder. His lips trembled and he said, "Look at what I'm doing. You're not going to bleed me again."
Xiaohua laughed and said, "I won't let you go." But when she said this, a very unreliable idea suddenly appeared in Xiaohua's head.
Xiaohua knows that one of Wu Zheng's special abilities is his ability to recover. Wu Zheng can recover quickly from ordinary injuries. Even if it is a serious injury, it only takes a few days before he can be active again.
Therefore, Xiaohua naturally thought, if Wu Zheng's blood is used on others, will it have any effect? Of course, Xiaohua's idea has no basis, but why not give it a try?
So the next second, Xiaohua's face showed that evil smile. This was a smile that Wu Zheng had not seen for a long time, so much so that he almost forgot the true meaning of this smile.
Before Wu Zheng could say anything more, Xiaohua took the lead and said, "I think what you just said makes sense. Let's bleed."
"What?" Wu Zheng was stunned for a moment, and then his face instantly turned pale, almost approaching the color on the faces of the sick villagers. Wu Zheng swallowed subconsciously, took two steps back, and said lightly:
"This joke is not funny."
"Who are you kidding?" Xiaohua's tone made a 180-degree change, and her eyes slowly drifted to the small dagger at Wu Zheng's waist.
Wu Zheng wanted to cry. He regretted leaving this little dagger more and more.
.
"Take it out." Xiaohua hugged her shoulders, "Are you going to do it yourself or should I help you?"
With tears in his eyes, Wu Zheng nodded and said, "I can do it myself." Then, Wu Zheng slowly closed his eyes and pulled out the small dagger.
I saw that the small dagger was extremely sharp and reflected the light in the sun. It was obvious that Wu Zheng had polished it frequently. But Wu Zheng may have never expected that it had paved the way for him.
"Wait."
Just when Wu Zheng was about to take action, Xiao Hua's voice sounded again. Wu Zheng's eyes glowed again, and he knew that Xiao Hua would not be so cruel.
However, when Wu Zheng heard Xiaohua's next words, his heart dropped again.
"Don't waste it. You can feed it directly to these patients later." As she said this, Xiaohua pointed to several sick villagers behind her.
Well, Wu Zheng admitted that he was overthinking it again. Although he didn't quite understand what Xiaohua meant, he didn't have the heart to guess. Wu Zheng pouted aggrievedly, but obediently ran to the side of the villagers.
He put his finger to a villager's mouth, then gritted his teeth and made a cut with a knife.
Just this, Wu Zheng grinned in pain, and the hand holding the knife trembled.
Xiaohua watched all this indifferently, and wanted to laugh when she saw Wu Zheng's skillful movements. To be honest, Wu Zheng bleeds a lot when he follows him. There are probably a few days a month where he will bleed a little.
Wu Zheng raised his cut finger, and then blood slowly dripped on the villager's lips.
The villager seemed to have a feeling. When he opened his eyes, he saw Wu Zheng holding a knife and shaking it in front of his eyes. Immediately, he was frightened out of his mind and wanted to escape. But he was weak and could only fall on the ground in fear.
crawl.
He clasped his fingers on the ground in fear, and his stomach also worked hard. He was extremely frightened. He thought that in the worst case, he would get sick and die, but looking at the way the other person was sharpening his knife, he probably didn't want to give him a good death.
At this moment, all the potential of his body was activated, as if he transformed into a crocodile and began to crawl away crazily.
Xiaohua was surprised when he saw it, but naturally he couldn't let the other person run away easily. So Xiaohua squatted down, stretched out his hands and grabbed the person.
The man began to struggle, like a big snake about to die, twisting his body crazily. He was already close to despair, because he found that his body was extremely weak, and Xiaohua's hands were like two big iron pliers, steady and steady.
Fixed it firmly.
Seeing the other party struggling, Xiaohua couldn't bear it, so she had to bite the bullet and comfort her: "Don't worry, it doesn't hurt, just one knife will do it."
When the villager heard this, he became even more frightened, and his struggle became more intense. While struggling, I heard him say: "Please, please spare me, let me die of illness."
Xiaohua couldn't help but frown, and ordered to Wu Zheng: "Why are you still standing there? Let's bleed."
"Bloodletting?" The villager was horrified. He was really not letting himself live.
Wu Zheng no longer hesitated and stabbed his finger again. In order to prevent the wound from recovering quickly, he inserted it directly into the other person's mouth. But what Wu Zheng never expected was that the other person actually bit him.
"Ah!" Wu Zheng screamed in pain and shook himself crazily.
He felt like he had done Lu Dongbin. At this time, he just wanted to say: "Why is it always me who gets hurt?"
After a lot of effort, Wu Zheng finally pulled out his finger. According to Wu Zheng's habit, if he accidentally injured his finger when cutting vegetables, he would suck it with his mouth. But this time, Wu Zheng did it.
He hesitated. He stared at the finger filled with the other person's saliva and couldn't move his mouth for a long time.
As for Xiaohua, she also let go of the other person's hand. The person was still very scared, stood up, and hurriedly hid far away.
Xiaohua observed the man's performance and couldn't help but feel happy. Because just now, he clearly saw that the man was crawling and walking, but at this moment, he actually stood up and was able to run. Then, Xiaohua's face showed
He smiled. It seemed that Wu Zheng’s blood was indeed useful.
"Wu Zheng." Xiaohua shouted Wu Zheng again, and then said with a smile: "You will be of great use."
Wu Zheng was still full of doubts, but he knew one thing. He saw Xiaohua smiling again, and she smiled brightly.
The next morning, Wu Zheng began to bleed non-stop. The bearded man tied Wu Zheng to a tree and kept comforting Wu Zheng, saying: "You have to be strong, you are sacrificing yourself for others.
Die without regrets."
Wu Zheng felt so cold in his heart, wondering whether Big Beard was a comfort or a curse, and he even used the words "die without regrets".
Xiaohua and Mo Qing also worked on both sides. Xiaohua was responsible for incising Wu Zheng and collecting the blood. Mo Qing took turns letting the villagers drink Wu Zheng's blood.
The knife kept scratching Wu Zheng's fingers, one knife after another. In the end, Wu Zheng was even a little numb. You said it hurt, but it still hurt. You said it didn't hurt, and it was a little bit...
Stinging pain. After each cut, before the next cut came, Wu Zheng even felt a faint sense of anticipation.
After working all morning, the sick villagers had no idea how much blood they had drunk. In short, their faces had gradually become rosy and no longer as pale as before. In comparison, Wu Zheng's face looked pale.
Looks much paler.
Wu Zheng looked up at the noon sun and let out his final roar: "Xiaohua, you want to treat me to dinner."
"Okay, okay." Xiaohua comforted Wu Zheng with a smile, and then asked the bearded man to put Wu Zheng down from the book. As soon as Wu Zheng was freed from the restraints, his legs went weak and he fell to the ground. He was really anemic. He had never been anemic.
I have heard of such bloodletting, Xiaohua is indeed not a mean person to her own people.
At this moment, the sick villagers all prostrated themselves in front of Xiaohua. Including the patient who was too frightened before, they all said gratefully: "Thank you so much for saving my life." With that, they all prostrated themselves.
Worship again.
Xiaohua felt happy, but seeing so many villagers kneeling down for her made her feel a little embarrassed and couldn't stand it. For a person like Xiaohua who was used to being discussed and insulted for a long time, this kind of treatment was
It is elusive.
So Xiaohua hurriedly went up to help her, and kept saying: "It's not worth mentioning, I can't deserve such a generous gift."
"We will remember the life-saving grace of our benefactor." As he said that, those people began to prostrate themselves again.
Wu Zheng looked at everything in front of him, his hands were trembling, he wanted to say: "I am your benefactor, you drank my blood!"