At this moment, I can hardly imagine myself, my nose is bleeding non-stop, my eyes seem to melt, and I keep leaving slime, I'm afraid I'm more ugly than a ghost now, I'm not only ugly at the moment, but also uncomfortable to death!

The old man lifted me up from the ground, and I was so startled that I even felt his hand stroking me tremble, but of course, he was an old man, and he did not hide his surprise at all, and said, "Ouch, how did you become such a ghost!" ”

But now, I don't have the strength to contradict him.

I grabbed his arm with one hand, my whole body was shaking, I was sweating all over because of the pain, my clothes were sticky to my body, sticky and greasy, and I kept begging the old man to save me quickly.

The old man said that I was ugly, and at the same time began to paint something on my eyes that I don't know what it was, not to mention, as soon as this thing was applied, I felt a coolness, and the pain immediately lessened a little.

He applied a thick layer to my eyes and tied them up with a strip of cloth, and by this time the mucus on my face was already mixed with sweat, and it was still a little half dry, and it was very uncomfortable.

The old man seemed to wipe it on his hands, and let out a disgusted "tsk" sound, all of which were wiped on my clothes. Immediately after, he asked me to take off my stinky clothes, but I still don't care if the clothes smell or smell, my eyes are better, but my nose still hurts badly!

I pointed to my nose and urged him in a nasal voice, telling him that my nose was uncomfortable too, and that it didn't matter what I looked like, that I should take care of my nose first!

However, as soon as I finished speaking, I was a little confused, to cure the eyes, you can paste herbs on the eyes, but what about the nose? Do you want to stuff herbs into your nostrils? Wouldn't I have suffocated to death before I could die of pain?

However, the old man still took off my clothes, and without saying a word, he clumped them together, and began to wipe my face, and his movements were very stiff, not at all like a doctor. But also, he wasn't a doctor in the first place, he was a poisoner.

The old man wiped my face, threw my clothes on the ground, sat down, began to pant heavily, and scolded me: "Stinky boy, let you toss this toss, but I'm tired to death, I don't have to sleep tonight!" ”

My nose still hurts, why did the old man sit down?

I urged him to quickly show me his nose, but the old man didn't make a sound for a long time, I couldn't bear it, and urged, he simply held me down, and said: "The nose can't see, the toxins in the stomach and intestines can be spit out from the mouth, but the toxins in the lungs must come out of the nose, don't worry, you don't have a nosebleed, you can't die, let it flow!" ”

Eventually, I was almost numbed by the scorching pain, and I lay on a chair with my head dangling, feeling the liquid that the old man said "not a nosebleed" drip from my nose.

At first, it dripped quickly, but gradually it was gone.

The old man handed me my clothes again, and I blew my nose until I was dizzy, and then I stopped, but I still felt that I had not cleaned my nose, and there was always a strange smell left between breathing and breathing.

The old man told me to lie down, and told me that the cloth on my eyes should not be taken off by myself, for in the next few years, my eyes might be very itchy, but I could not move, nor scratch, nor touch, as if I had just wanted to wash it with water, and I could not even think about it.

Well, there's only one thing I can do – sleep.

Although I slept and the old man stayed up all night studying, I was a little unhappy, but I was really tossed so badly that I fainted almost as soon as I lay down.

But it turned out that even if I used sleep to numb myself, I was still wrong, because later, I was awakened by a living itch.

This kind of itching is like tens of thousands of ants crawling in the blood vessels, and there is a trace of pain in the itch, and I want to move, but I can't move.

I was going crazy, lying on the bed, smashing my fists against the bed, and I had to be careful not to let my eyes touch the bed. There were several times during this time, and I felt like I was on the verge of collapse.

This kind of abrasive itch is not as pleasant as a straightforward pain, I can't wait to reach out directly and gouge out both eye sockets!

Probably because I was tossing too much, the old man came over, and when he saw my miserable appearance, he hurriedly stuffed something into my mouth, but this time it didn't melt in my mouth, but something very large just stuffed into my mouth.

The old man said that he was afraid that I would be in too much pain, so he bit his tongue.

I don't know if it's the effect of this thing, if you put the medicine in your mouth, it doesn't seem to be so itchy, but it slowly eases up, and the effect is similar to that of not easing, it's still itchy, and it's an uncomfortable itch.

Later, the old man saw that he couldn't control me anymore, so he simply tied me to a chair while I was still sane, and now, I can't even vent.

I don't know how long I struggled, I was sweating all over, almost to the point of dehydration, and in the end, I simply passed out.

When I woke up, I found that I was still tied to the chair, because I was blind, and suddenly I woke up, and I didn't even know what time it was, I could only feel the dog lying at my feet, and as soon as I moved, it stood up and kept circling around me.

I shouted at the top of my voice for a long time, but the old man ignored me, so I asked Goudaner to find the old man for me, but Goudaner didn't listen to me, circled around me, and when he was tired, he continued to lie down.

I thought the old man was tired all night, went to sleep, and didn't talk again, but it wasn't long before my eyes began to itch again, but this time the itch was not the same as before I fainted, and these two times were almost the difference between thousands of ants crawling over my body and being bitten by mosquitoes.

The herbs in my mouth were gone, and I don't know if they were taken out by the old man or melted in my mouth.

After a while, I heard a commotion outside, as if someone had thrown a bundle of wood on the ground and picked something inside.

The old man came in panting and untied me, and I asked him what he was doing, but he didn't explain, but asked me to follow, saying, "Let's go, I haven't soaked in the bath today!" ”

As soon as I heard this, I was completely wilted, and I followed him listlessly, and I found that the old man was stumbling for a long time, and then hung a basket on my back.