"Girl, are you saying that isn't a ghost?" asked Cuiru, her hand holding her arm trembling slightly.

"I don't think it'......," Cheng Qiao replied. After thinking about it for a while, he came up with a compromise solution, "Otherwise, you quickly run back to the ship, and ask the owner to find a few people to come down to help see if anyone is injured, as for me...... I'll be waiting for you right here. ”

Cuiru listened to her words, and immediately shook her head and objected: "Girl, how can I let you stay alone in this ghost place?

"You can't die without help...... Cheng Qiao refused, "You go and come back quickly, can anything else happen to me in this moment?"

Only then did Cuiru let go of her hand as she said, and ran back to the cargo ship step by step. didn't let Cheng Qiao wait long, she returned with five or six strong men. It seemed that someone was around, Cuiru became bolder, and took the initiative to show the way in front, while Cheng Qiao stayed behind, and the group came to the reeds.

Cuiru pointed to a few blood marks left on the sand: "This is here!" As soon as she finished speaking, she seemed to have run out of courage in her whole body, and quickly jumped back to Cheng Qiao's side with a palpitating face.

The two boatmen who were at the head stepped forward to pick up the green reeds, and when they looked into the ground, they found a bloodied man lying on the ground, with an arrow stuck in his shoulder and in his vest.

One of them turned around and shouted at Cheng Qiao, "Girl, someone has been injured by an arrow." ”

"Is it dead?" asked Cuiru, standing outside the reeds. Curious and scared, she stuck her head out and looked straight in.

"No, there's still a breath. The man replied.

Cuiru looked at Cheng Qiao and asked her to make up her mind.

"Just do a good deed that day. Take the man back to the ship. Cheng Qiao thought for a while and said.

After a while, two boatmen came out with a wounded man on their backs. I saw that the man was in a mess, his dark purple robe was covered with blood and mud, and his unkempt face covered his face, and he couldn't see what he looked like.

When he returned to the boat, Cheng Qiao remembered and asked the shipowner, "Is there a doctor on the ship?"

The owner's surname is Wu, and he looks like he is in his forties, and he has been running for the Cheng family for many years. Because of the long-term running boat, his skin is dark and wrinkled, and he looks like he is honest and not good at words, and when he saw Cheng Qiao asking, he immediately replied: "Yes." ”

“…… It's just that the boatmen usually have diarrhea, typhoid fever, bumps and bruises, and the injuries are so serious, I'm only afraid of ......" The owner of the Ukrainian ship wanted to speak and stopped.

Cheng Qiao glanced at the wounded who were lying unconscious in the cabin and said, "It's all like this...... If you can manage so much, let's just be a dead horse and a live horse doctor!"

The doctor on the cargo ship was a white-bearded little old man, and when he heard that someone was injured and carrying a bamboo medicine box, he ran over with a bamboo medicine box, and he just listened to the words of the owner of the black ship sooner rather than later, and immediately shouted dissatisfiedly: "Who said that I can't cure a serious illness? surnamed Wu, don't forget, if I don't wholeheartedly give you a good life and recuperation, can you all be as strong and strong as you are now?" After shouting, he smiled skillfully again, "This is the girl of the owner!"

Cheng Qiao was also in a hurry to go to the doctor at this time, and said to the little old man: "You are so confident in your medical skills, just take a good look at him." ”

"Since the girl said it herself, the little old man is naturally willing to follow the work of dogs and horses!" The little old man bowed his hand to her, and deliberately went around to Boss Wu and glanced at him proudly, and then walked to the side of the paving. When he saw the injury of the man on the paving, his face suddenly became solemn, and he gently touched the white beard on his chin, not knowing what he was thinking.

Seeing that he didn't make a move for a long time, the owner of the black boat urged: "How about it? Can you cure it? If you can't cure it, don't be embarrassed here!"

"Who said I can't be cured?" the little old man glared at him menacingly, "The cure can be cured, that is...... I'm still short of a helper!"

The owner of the Ukrainian ship immediately answered: "That's good, the most important thing on my ship is manpower!"

"Go, go, go! Who wants you clumsy rough man!" The little old man said in disgust, stretched out his hand and pointed at Cuiru, "Let this girl give me a hand!"

Why did it hit me for no reason? Cuiru pointed to her nose with an inexplicable look on her face and asked, "Me?"

The owner of the Ukrainian ship shook his head and said, "This ...... I can't be the master of Miss Cuiru. ”

The cabin immediately fell silent, and the three of them looked at Cheng Qiao together.

Cheng Qiao sat on a low stool, holding a fan in his hand, shook it a few times casually, and said unhurriedly: "I let me save people." Since you have saved all of them, let's just send the Buddha to the west. As he spoke, he knocked the fan in his hand on the table a few times and made a decision, "Cuiru, you just do what the doctor says." ”

"The girl is really a cheerful person!" After getting the approval of the owner, the little old man was overjoyed, and took the chicken feathers as an arrow, and unceremoniously aroused people.

"Go boil the water first, and then bring me a pot of spirits!"

"Go, go, don't stand here stupidly, prepare more clean white cloth!"

“……”

The people on the boat were in a hurry by him, and finally they could prepare everything he wanted, and the little old man immediately crossed the river and demolished the bridge and drove people out with a wave of his hand: "Idle people and others go out, go out!"

The owner of the Ukrainian ship was very angry with his actions, and returned to his cabin with a face darker than the bottom of the pot, and put down his cruel words before leaving, so that the little old man would not look for him again in the future.

Cheng Qiaocai didn't want to appreciate the bloody operation scene, so he had already taken the initiative to go outside to breathe, leaving only Cuiru to help inside. After a while, a basin of yellow muddy water was brought out, and a circle of crimson floated on it. Cuiru brought another basin of hot water into the cabin, and this time after a long time, a basin of bright red blood water was served.

When it got dark, Cheng Qiao stood outside, and through the small window, he could see the dim lights in the cabin. After another half an hour, the little old man walked out with a tired face.

Cheng Qiao stepped forward and asked, "How is it?"

The little old man wiped the sweat from his forehead and replied, "The arrow has been taken out." The wound was deep, and one of them was almost to the heart. Fortunately, he was young and had a good physical foundation, so he survived. He told her again, "I've been drugged...... As long as you don't have a fever tonight, you'll be fine, but I'm afraid that if it burns out......"

Cheng Qiao understands that after surgery, he is afraid that the wound will become infected and inflamed, causing complications or something, but there are no antibiotics in ancient times, and the patient's own resistance can only be relied on. Seeing off the little old man, she silently thought of God's blessing in her heart, and went into the cabin to see the wounded she insisted on rescuing.

The man was still lying on the floor, his dirty dark purple robe was thrown haphazardly on the floor, most of his white undershirt was removed, and his shoulders and back were wrapped in white strips of cloth.

Cuiru stood next to the paving, her face a little ugly, I don't know if she was too tired or frightened. When he saw her come in, he grabbed her arm and shouted, "Girl, I'm scared to death!" You know what? The doctor sprayed the liquor on the red-hot knife and slashed at him...... Cuiru said, letting go of his hand and gesturing at her, "Then, he pulled it out hard, and the arrow came out, and the blood spurted out, and he couldn't stop it, I had never seen so much blood......

Cheng Qiao knew that her little maid had never seen such a bloody scene, so she must have been frightened, and reached out to hug her and comforted: "Okay Cuiru, I've worked hard for you today." If you're tired, go and rest! ”

Cuiru quietly leaned on her arms, suddenly remembered something, waved her hand and shouted, "The doctor still asked me to clean him up......

"I'll do it. Cheng Qiao said, letting go of Cuiru, "You, just lie on the table over there and squint for a while." "The only plank bed in the cabin was occupied by the wounded, and both of them had to make bunks tonight, but fortunately it was the height of summer, the weather was hot, and the floor was not cold to sleep on.

"How can a girl do this kind of rough work!" Cuiru shook her head, picked up a clean handkerchief and soaked it in a basin of water, "I'm almost done, and I still have my face unwiped...... It's okay for a while, and I'm not too late to go and rest. After speaking, he gently brushed off the man's long messy hair, revealing a dirty face and gently wiping it with a handkerchief.

Rubbing it, her eyes became strange: Hey, girl, look, does he look strange......"

When Cheng Qiao heard this, he leaned his head closer to look at the unconscious man, and almost cried out: "He Yan!" To be precise, it is the juvenile version of He Yan, at most fourteen or five years old, even if she loses too much blood and her face looks miserable and white, she will not admit her mistake, the face in front of her does look similar to He Yan.

The master and servant stared at each other, and as soon as Cuiru was distracted, the hand holding the wounded's head was released, and it smashed on the paving board with a pop. The strap should have touched the wound on the shoulder, and the man's face showed a painful look, and his body involuntarily curled up, and this movement pulled the wound on his back, which was simply more painful.

Cheng Qiao was afraid that if he continued to move, it would be bad if the wound broke and bleed, so he hurriedly shouted to Cuiru: "Quick! help me hold him down, don't let him move!"

The two of them pressed his limbs together, but the boy on the floor rebounded even more violently. As he struggled, his closed eyes opened a narrow slit.

Cheng Qiao leaned over and pressed his hands to prevent him from moving, lowered his head and whispered in his ear: "Don't be afraid! You are already safe, no one here will harm you......"

The man turned his face sideways, and in the haze he saw the girl's immature but familiar face, and when he heard her soothing voice, he suddenly miraculously fell silent.

Cheng Qiao just breathed a sigh of relief and was about to get up, but the man didn't know when he raised the hand that could move and grabbed her hand, pulled it to his face, and rubbed it up a few times coquettishly.

In the face of such a frivolous move, Cheng Qiao should have been angry, but with the back of her hand against that fragile and familiar face, and a small action similar to He Yan, she relented and couldn't get angry, so she could only sit on the edge of the pavement and let the other party hold her hand.

Cuiru looked worried and whispered, "Girl...... I'm afraid that's not good. ”

Cheng Qiao made a silent gesture to her, and whispered: "Cuiru, you go to the side to rest, I'll take care of it here." ”