In Lan Qinxi's comfort, Mrs. Rong's emotions calmed down little by little, Rong Jingyu also cleaned up the area around the wound, put down the golden scissors, grabbed the knife on the side without looking, and flicked the wound.

"Hmph......" In a coma, Rong Hanmo, who felt the pain, snorted, and Rong Jingyu took the opportunity to dig the knife a few points deep and found the arrow deep in the flesh.

Originally, it was just an arrow, even if the arrow was poisonous, her father should not be unconscious, just for the convenience of movement, Rong Hanmo broke the arrow, affecting the original wound and causing a second injury. In addition, as the body moved, the arrow sank deeper and deeper, and a large amount of blood was lost, and it was not impossible to faint.

Rong Jingyu looked at the blurred piece of flesh and blood under the knife, and thought about the location of the knife with all his attention, and a thin layer of sweat appeared on the tip of his nose, showing how nervous the master was at this time.

Since ancient times, arrows are easy to take and difficult to take, and if you pull them out regardless of it, even if you don't die of pain, you will die of excessive blood loss...... Countless steps flashed in his mind, and unconsciously, a drop of cold sweat slid down Rong Jingyu's face and was quickly absorbed by the fabric.

In terms of using knives on living creatures, Rong Jingyu's past and present lives are combined, and this is also the first time. She roughly figured out the shape of the arrow, first washed the scissors with Qu Sheng, set them aside, took a deep breath, stared, and the knife in her hand made a few deep cuts around the wound without hesitation, picked up the scissors on the tray with her empty hand, clamped the arrow quickly and accurately, and pulled it hard!

A bloody arrow soared into the air, splashing on the ground and staining the carpet.

"Oh my God......!" Several maids suppressed the screams in their mouths, but they still leaked a trace of it, and their faces were whiter than Rong Jingyu who was pulling out the arrow, and if they saw them at night, they would definitely be able to scare people to half death.

Old Madam Rong's body trembled, and she subconsciously clenched her hands, Lan Qinxi only felt that the bones of the hand that was being pulled were about to be pinched together, endured the pain, and let Old Madam Rong hold it without saying a word, but the other party didn't feel that scene.

Rong Jingyu sweated profusely and put down the golden scissors and knife, turned a blind eye to the movements around him, washed the wound with Qu Sheng, picked up the clay pot and a piece of paper, lit the paper and stuffed it into the clay pot, and quickly aimed the mouth of the clay pot at the wound and pressed it.

After a while, she let go of her hand, and the clay pot was firmly attached to the wound, and she finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Mrs. Rong, who was watching from the side, stared at the clay pot, and had a vague answer in her heart, but she was still unsure: "Is this cupping to suck out the poisonous blood?" ”

Rong Jingyu changed a few breaths, raised her face, and said with a smile: "Grandmother is smart, what Jingyu thinks, grandmother knows." She straightened her face and said seriously: "If you suck out the poisonous blood with your mouth, it will inevitably be too dangerous, and countless people have fallen on it throughout the ages, including many people with excellent medical skills." ”

"And if it is squeezed, Jingyu is worried that he will not be able to squeeze out the poisonous blood, so he uses the last method - cupping."

"Let the jar suck out the poisonous blood, there is no danger, and there is no need to worry that the poisonous serum is not clean, this is still given to Jingyu by Mr." Rong Jingyu thought of the surprise when he first learned about this method, and couldn't help but sigh again about the wisdom of the ancients in medical skills, which people who have lost countless classics can never imagine and understand.

When Lan Qinxi heard Rong Jingyu's words, she glanced at her with some surprise, unexpectedly that since she was raised by her mother's side, she rarely had a masked daughter who had such a clear mind and knew so many things, and for the first time, she had a real understanding of the 'eldest lady' she heard from her subordinates.

Here, she felt a deep admiration for Mr. Dongya, who had only seen him twice, but was deeply impressed, and not only because of her husband's praise.

"Mr. Dongya is really knowledgeable." Lan Qinxi was stunned, turned his head and asked, "Wait for the jar to be pulled down, is it okay?" ”

"You need to do it twice more until all the poisonous blood has been sucked up, and then the wound can be washed and stitched up." Rong Jingyu counted the time, saw that it was almost over, reached out and pulled out the jar, and suddenly, the dirty blood flowed down the body, and some were in the jar.

Using Qu Sheng to clean the wound and the jar, Rong Jingyu instructed the maid to bring the needle and thread, and pressed the jar again according to the gourd drawing, and repeated it four times, and the blood that flowed out returned to normal.

It's just that Rong Jingyu was not optimistic when he saw this scene, staring at the wound and staring at it.

Old Madam Rong on the side didn't know what was going on, seeing that she had been frowning, she thought that something had happened to Rong Hanmo, and said a little anxiously: "Jingyu, but what happened?" What's wrong with your father? ”

Rong Jingyu was recalled by her, thought back to what she had just heard, and shook her head: "It's okay." She was just wondering whether to cut the skin of those purple spots, ecchymoses and blisters, this bloody idea, or not to tell the two beside her, the two of them were frightened.

Seeing that the old lady and her mother were still worried on their faces, Rong Jingyu pursed her lips and smiled: "It's really nothing, Jingyu is just thinking about when Mr. will be able to ......" Suddenly, she stopped her voice, looked at the slender figure who pushed the door in, and paused for a moment, and then, a bright smile bloomed on her face.

"Sir."

The person who came was prospering, the temperament was sparse, and the eyebrows and eyes were as delicate as paintings, revealing a gentle and clear meaning. The handsome facial features do not show the slightest femininity, such as thick ink and light color, slowly unfolding ancient scrolls, the atmosphere is leisurely, and the years are quiet.

Half of the long hair is simply tied up with a white hosta, and the remaining half is draped behind him, lined with a cold plum and a steep silver gray straight coat like ink dyeing, becoming a painting of deceiving frost and snow.

Dongya smiled, "It seems that I came at the right time." He paced into the house, his steps were steady, elegant as walking in the clouds, his wide sleeves followed the ups and downs of his body, swinging out a piece of flowing water, and the silver-white plum blossoms on it were faintly bright and luxurious in the light.

"The old body (concubine) has seen Mr. Dongya." Lan Qinxi helped Mrs. Rong and bowed to Dongya Yingying.

"The old lady and the lady don't need to be polite, Dongya was invited by Lord Rong to live in Rongfu, and Dongya should pay tribute to the two." Dongya smiled and bowed, and no longer lingered on this issue, and said directly: "Lord Rong is still in crisis at this time, and Rong Dongya will come forward for diagnosis and treatment, and the rest of the things will not be too late to talk about later." ”

After hearing this, Mrs. Rong immediately swallowed back the polite words she wanted to say, "What Mr. said is, please also ask Mr. to save my family!" The two women wiped their tears and said sincerely.

Dongya smiled faintly and didn't say anything affirmative, "Dongya should do his best." ”

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Nine has been dealing with the signing of this book recently.,I just caught a cold.,I haven't slept well at night.,Today I went to do a banking business.,Half of the people are about to be wasted.,The recent update may be late.,Because nine in the morning is making up for sleep.。

Here is a little complaint, it seems that as soon as Nine has something serious, he will encounter such things as high fever, cold, and sprain, and when Kaiwen opened, Nine hit his head and hurt for four or five days.

Thank you here for your collection, this is the first time nine have written ancient sayings, if you have any comments or suggestions, you can say it in the comment area and nine, nine will be corrected ^_^