At the beginning of spring, the roads are smooth, there are more business travelers coming and going, and the whole weak water city is like a flowering peach tree, and it is lively again.

When the peach blossoms had not yet withered, Han Yangfei said goodbye to Hanfu.

When the branches and leaves of the peach tree were luxuriant, the Han Mansion came to the uninvited guest.

"Tall?"

Suddenly there was a knock on the door, and several people in coarse cloth clothes walked in with great difficulty, looking very flustered.

"I'm sorry, our master was seriously injured and wanted to rest here with you, you don't have to worry about the reward."

When the door closed, the original few people didn't know when it became a dozen, and a knife was put around the neck of the person who opened the door.

"We also have no choice, as long as you don't squeak, we will leave tomorrow. Now we need food and hot water. ”

What's the situation?

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Mo Wu had a thousand questions in his heart.

"You put down the knife first, and we'll do what you say."

After that, Mo Wu forced himself to settle down.

"Now the only room that is free is the main room on the left, you can let him lie down and rest first, and I will arrange for the kitchen to bring you hot water and food."

"Thank you, madam, we are not bad people, we must leave tomorrow, and I will ask Mrs. to be wronged today."

A group of strangers spoke stiffly and looked wary.

A group of people placed the person they were holding on to the bed, and as soon as they looked at the figure, Mo Wu recognized that it was the big man who came to his house with Ximen Ruimin, and I heard Han Shi later say that it was General Pingdong, the only younger brother of the current emperor, Yin Thirteen.

Looking at the face, the unconscious person is very bad.

"Although I haven't been studying medicine for a long time, let me see, maybe it can help."

Looking at the fierce and vicious appearance of that group of big men, Mo Wu was a little uneasy.

The fierce eyes have the meaning of killing you no matter how much you do.

Mo Wu instinctively took a step back, "That, General—"

Before he finished speaking, the cold blade reached his throat again, "How do you know who he is?" Who the hell are you? ”

These soldiers, one by one, are like bandits.

Mo Wu muttered mentally, but Yin 13 should be the emperor's younger brother, how could someone hurt him so badly?

"This is the general's handwritten letter, there were originally two copies, one has been handed over to the weak water government and submitted to the Luoshui Prefecture Mansion, and this one is a special exemption letter written in case of emergency, used for major matters that must be handled by the general's mansion."

A calm voice suddenly popped out of the tense atmosphere.

At some point, Han Shi had already removed the sharp blade from Mo Wu's neck and handed a letter to one of them.

"The general will not give people such a letter lightly, you are all close associates of the general, you can verify the authenticity."

A few people read it carefully by the dim light, "Even if this is the general's handwritten letter, what about it?" ”

Han Shi said tepidly, "You should have already informed the emperor and the regent, right?" But even if you have to rush over, it will still take some time, the general's injury is not a matter of a day or two, you want to quickly meet with the reinforcements, so take him all the way, even through the backwater Bolin. ”

Taking advantage of Han Shi's words, Mo Wu had already taken the bloodless pulse on the bed by himself.

"How is he?"

What Han Shi said, as if he had seen it with his own eyes, Mo Wu's movements were like that of a doctor, squatting next to his master, and Du Fugui, who was still wearing armor, asked nervously.

"This is a knife wound that has not healed, and it is poisoned."

Mo Wu pondered for a while and replied.

"Is it the poison of the backwater bolin?"

Han Shi asked, and unlike everyone's nervousness, the male owner of the room seemed to be saying something light and ordinary.

"Or other poison."

"You untie the general's clothes, and I'll look at the wounds."

A group of armored soldiers made eye contact with each other, and Du Fugui, who had been squatting beside the bed, untied the general's clothes, and then untied the bandages tied to the general's body, and the flesh and blood cut by the knife were blurred inside, and there was no sign of improvement.

"It's not the poison of the stagnant water, it's not the poison of the wound, I don't know what the poison is, it's certain that this poison makes the general's wound unable to heal, and the body can't recover, but the wound is so festering, the general should have a high fever a long time ago, right?"

"What Madame said is very true, and the military doctor in the early stage also said that it was poisoned, so we have been giving the adults a life extension order to save the general's life."

Another soldier explained.

"Madame, do you know how to cure the poison of adults?"

Mo Wu shook his head, and said in his heart: Joke, I have only studied for a few months, even if I follow the world's divine doctors, it is impossible to make achievements, and then look at the wound, it is clear that it is already very deep, and some skin and flesh are festering and need to be treated.

"When will the prince arrive?"

At this time, the emperor will definitely let Ximen come over sharply, it is only a matter of time.

"Yesterday, the prince Feixin, it will take three days to arrive at Bianshui, and we will meet in Bianshui in three days."

Han Shi was slightly silent, and said lightly: "You didn't tell the prince, the general's knife wound is also very serious, and it is festering, right?" ”

Du Fuzu, who seemed to be the leader, was a little embarrassed, "We have been giving the general a life-sustaining pill, and-"

He exchanged glances with the other partners around him, "We encountered two ambushes on the way over, and the accompanying military doctor unfortunately died, and we didn't see the general's wounds. ”

"Madame, can you take care of the general's wound first?"

Han Shi asked Mo Wu, who was still distressed by the bedside.

"This is fine, but the general's wound needs to be cleaned with potion, then the rotten flesh is removed, and then stitched with needles and threads."

"Then let the lamb prepare."

Then he went out to give instructions, and when he came back, he saw Mo Wu looking at the injured person on the bed in distress, with a solemn expression, and the people on the side felt nervous.

"What's wrong?"

"It's going to hurt."

She used to have stitches, when she was a child, she fell from a tree and broke her head, the doctor said that anesthetics are not good for brain development, and forced people to sew them by themselves, the pain is unforgettable for life, and then I pay attention from time to time to see if there is an anesthetic suitable for children.