Chapter One Hundred and Seven

"What! You're going to cure? ”

Dou Ba looked at Mo Lidao, who refused to leave Deng Si'er's room, and saw that he was about to struggle to treat Deng Si'er as soon as he had just eased up, so he shouted in surprise.

Although Mo Lidao was not injured in the explosion of the furnace, he was also affected by the impact of the explosion of the furnace, and he still has a slight buzzing sound in his ears.

But Mo Lidao still insisted on treating Deng Si'er's wounds in person.

Not to mention whether Mo Lidao's medical skills were affected at this time, but with his current physical condition, all the people around Deng Si'er's bed couldn't help but worry about him.

However, unfortunately, Yu Yingran, the contemporary miracle doctor of Nanhu Baicao, happened to go down the mountain to a nearby village to heal the villagers today!

Deng Si'er was still lying on the bed unconscious, and when Zuo Idiot and Chu Jing carried Deng Si'er into the house, they were worried that they would touch the wound on Deng Si'er's back, so they put Deng Si'er on the bed in a lying way, but Deng Si'er's arms were still staggered and tightly hugged in front of his chest, and no matter how much he pulled, he couldn't open it.

"Deng Si'er, why is this?"

Dou Ba looked at Deng Si'er's already weak and pale face on the bed, and really couldn't figure out what Deng Si'er was hiding in his arms, how could he hold on to it so tightly, even in a coma?

Not only Dou Ba couldn't figure it out, but even Zuo Idiot and Chu Jing, who had been carrying Deng Si'er from the low house to the room, couldn't figure it out, along the way, Chu Jing tried to pull Deng Si'er's two arms apart many times, but none of them succeeded.

"I'm fine! Humility is not there. The injury on Deng Si'er's back can't be relieved by anyone who will heal it! Get out of the way, Deng Si'er's injuries are serious, and he can't delay any longer! ”

Mo Lidao pushed Dou Ba who was blocking him beside him. While looking at Zuo Idiot and Chu Jing, he said earnestly.

Here, Mo Lidao could see that it was the two people in front of him who could make decisions.

Zuo Idiot and Chu Jing glanced at each other, although the two of them were also extremely worried about Deng Si'er's injury at this time, afraid that Deng Si'er's injury would worsen, but when it came to really letting Mo Lidao come for treatment

"What are you waiting for! I said that I was fine, and I would definitely be able to heal Deng Si'er! Have you all forgotten! I'm the last generation of Nanhu Baicao! He deserves to be a miracle doctor. Shouldn't I be able to deviate from the way!? ”

Mo Lidao saw that the three people in the room were hesitant to say that he wanted to heal Deng Si'er, and couldn't help but be very annoyed and said loudly.

The last generation of Nanhu Baicao?

Yes!

Now that the situation is urgent, he forgot that Mo Lidao is the same as Yu Yingran. It is a generation of Nanhu Baicao!

"Mr. Mo, forgive me for being rude, please hurry." Chu Jing immediately moved out of the way and said to Mo Lidao respectfully.

Mo Lidao saw Chu Jing's reaction first. It doesn't matter whether Zuo Idiot and Dou Ba agreed to let him heal Deng Si'er like Chu Jing. Immediately opened the door and went out, grabbed a person who was watching the excitement outside the door, and yelled:

"Go get my medicine box!"

After that, Mo Lidao didn't care if the people outside the door knew where his medicine box was, so he turned around and entered the house.

"Quick, feed this pill to Deng Si'er first, it can reduce Deng Si'er's pain." Mo Lidao took out a bottle of medicine that had never left his body from the small pocket in his arms, handed it to Zuo Idiot's hand, and began to check the injury on Deng Si'er's back.

Although the fragments of the furnace ding on Deng Si'er's back have been taken out. But the wounds were spread all over the back, and it looked very miserable.

After the fragments of the furnace are pulled out. Deng Si'er's back began to seep blood, almost staining the clothes behind Deng Si'er's back.

Especially the wound on Deng Si'er's back from the fragment of the furnace ding, due to the high temperature, the moment the fragment of the furnace ding was pierced on Deng Si'er's back, the wound had already been burned, and even the clothes were melted in, sticking to the burnt flesh that had been turned out of the wound, and the miserable state of blurred flesh and blood could not be looked at directly.

Mo Lidao thought that Deng Si'er was tired of himself like this, and he couldn't help but start to feel annoyed and remorseful, but as a doctor, he once regarded himself as the last generation of Nanhu Baicao, Mo Lidao knew that at this moment, Deng Si'er's safety was on his own hands, and he couldn't hesitate for a moment.

"Which of you will hold down Deng Si'er? I'm going to lift Deng Si'er's clothes, I'm worried that he won't be able to stand the severe pain of the separation of flesh and blood, but if he doesn't, he won't be able to take medicine. ”

Mo Lidao turned his head and looked at Zuo Idiot and Chu Jing behind him and said.

When Zuo Idiot saw the injury on Deng Si'er's back, he knew that Deng Si'er couldn't escape this level no matter what, and after hearing Mo Lidao's voice, he decisively pressed Deng Si'er's shoulder according to what Mo Lidao said.

Mo Lidao took a deep breath, picked up the scissors and wanted to start cutting the clothes from Deng Si'er's shoulder, but at this time, Deng Si'er opened his eyes slightly, and said in his mouth:

"Don't have a black face, it hurts."

When Mo Lidao heard Deng Si'er's voice, he couldn't help but reddened his eyes, looked at Deng Si'er's weak and pale face, and comforted him:

"Stinky boy, you're injured, I'm going to give you medicine, you have to endure a little!"

Deng Si'er shook his head when he heard this, and wanted to struggle to sit up a little, but he had no strength because of the severe pain all over his body, and he couldn't even lift his head.

Seeing this, Chu Jing immediately stepped forward and pressed Deng Si'er's shoulder, and said worriedly:

"Deng Si'er, don't move yet, you have a wound on your back, tell me, what do you want to do?"

Deng Si'er turned his eyes to look at Chu Jing, with this dependence on his relatives that ordinary people would reveal when they were vulnerable, and said softly:

"Uncle Jing, my arm"

"I know, don't move yet, be obedient, bear with me."

Chu Jing leaned over and covered Deng Si'er's back with his entire upper body while comforting, stretched out his arms and grabbed Deng Si'er's crossed arms on his chest, and gently and slowly pulled them away.

Deng Si'er was affected by this move to the wound on his back, and he couldn't stand the pain again, but it was intermittent, and he was obviously out of strength.

finally waited for Chu Jing to pull Deng Si'er's hands away, but Deng Si'er turned his head and called with difficulty:

"Mo Blackface"

"I'm here, Deng Si'er, what's wrong with you?" Mo Lidao immediately stepped forward when he heard the sound, leaned down and looked at Deng Si'er.

"Don't blackface my right hand"

Right hand?

Mo Lidao leaned over and opened Deng Si'er's right hand, but it was not as difficult as before, and gently opened Deng Si'er's right hand.

The palm of his hand was exposed, and a blood-red medicine ball that seemed to be stained red with blood rolled out, and everyone present was shocked.

Mo Lidao leaned over to see this, and finally tears dripped uncontrollably on Deng Si'er's back, where blood clots were solidified everywhere, and the teardrops instantly melted into the flesh and blood.

"Stinky boy! Why are you so stupid! (To be continued.) )