After the five young men in black entered the house, they did not bow to the old man as Zhao Zheng imagined, but just stood there quietly.

"Five of you, light a torch for each of you!" Zhao Zheng was not polite, and said directly to the five people.

However, to Zhao Zheng's surprise again, the five men in black still stood motionless as if they hadn't heard him, and didn't start acting until the old man spoke.

"Shhh...... This old guy is not simple! Zhao Zheng sighed in his heart.

The five men in black lit the torches very quickly, and Zhao Zheng immediately said to the old man: "Let them hold the torches and form a circle above the old man Sikong." ”

"Huh? Childe, what does this mean? ”

The old man was a little confused by Zhao Zheng's strange behavior, and then asked.

Zhao Zheng was in the mood to explain to him at this time, pointed to Sikong Yan Zhengse and said: "This is not the time to solve puzzles, knife!" As he spoke, he stretched out his hand to the old man.

The old man didn't say anything when he heard this, he nodded approvingly, and then, a Qin short knife was handed to Zhao Zheng.

"You guys listen to Childe's dispatch!" The old man is colorful.

"Hey!"

The five of them responded in unison, and then surrounded Sikong Yan very quickly.

Zhao Zheng saw the joy in his eyes, licked his lips slightly pale, and glanced at them greedily, in his opinion, these were simply gifts from God.

The dagger was pulled out of its scabbard and burned in the torch for a few moments, only to remove it from the fire when a faint blue light emanated from the blade.

"Prepare the medicine and bandages, by the way, do you have any wine?"

"Wine?"

The old man looked at Zhao Zheng with a puzzled face: "Hiss...... Childe, the old man of wine has brought some with him, but now he is healing Brother Sikong, what is the use of this wine? ”

Zhao Zheng ignored the old man when he heard this, and after handing the torch back to the old man, he whispered to Sikong Yan: "Grandpa Sikong, the whole process may be a little painful, you try to endure some ......"

Sikong Yan was almost unconscious and miserable at this time, but when he heard what Zhao Zheng said, he endured the pain and nodded slightly. Seeing this, Zhao Zheng didn't talk nonsense, and immediately began to peel off the bandages on Sikong Yan's body little by little with a knife.

Because the wound has long been inflamed and suppurated, the bandage that comes into contact with the wound has long been tightly adhered to the wound. In order to alleviate Sikong Yan's pain as much as possible, Zhao Zheng had to use the tip of the knife to scald the two away little by little. Under the extremely rudimentary surgical shadowless lamp composed of six torches, after more than an hour of Zhao Zheng's undivided efforts, the bandages on Sikong Yan's body were finally stripped off. Looking at the bandage that had hardened and was accompanied by a slight stench, Zhao Zheng couldn't help but let out a long breath.

As if a naughty ghost had stabbed a big hole, it was still going down endlessly, and at this time, there was not much left of the torches that were originally more than two feet long.

Zhao Zheng wiped the sweat from his forehead, and said to the old man while burning the blade: "The wound has suppurated, you have to quickly remove the rotten flesh to prevent the wound from continuing to spread!" The cutting process will be painful, and you can send two more people to help hold him down, so as not to cause secondary damage to the wound when struggling! ”

The old man nodded slightly, and a few seconds later, two more men in black walked into the room. Just when the two of them wanted to hold down Sikong Yan according to Zhao Zheng's request, Sikong Yan's originally closed old eyes opened slightly, and then he shook his head lightly and said with difficulty: "Old ...... The old man can do it! ”

Although Sikong Yan was weak to speak at this time, the irresistible majesty had not diminished in the slightest, and the two men in black had no choice but to give up when they saw this.

"This ...... Is this really possible? Zhao Zheng frowned, and said solemnly.

"Alas......"

The old man sighed slightly, and after sending the two men in black out, he said helplessly: "Brother Sikong has always been like this, his temperament is extremely strong, since he said he can, then do it!" ”

Zhao Zheng's eyes couldn't help jumping when he heard this. Although there are allusions about the healing of feather scraping bones during the Three Kingdoms period, and the deeds of Marshal Bo Cheng doing eye surgery without anesthesia in the early days of the Republic of China, in Zhao Zheng's view, these are all pains that ordinary people simply cannot bear. Although the removal of carrion is not as good as the first two things, but only relying on his own perseverance to keep his body still, Zhao Zheng asked himself that he could not do it at all.

"Damn! Could it be that the ancients were so strong? ”

Zhao Zheng looked at Sikong Yan's emaciated, haggard but extremely resolute old face, and suddenly felt a sense of wildness that he had never felt before.

"Hoo ......"

Zhao Zheng exhaled a long breath, and after there were no more distracting thoughts in his heart, he immediately took the knife again and leaned towards Sikong Yan.

As the little medicine disciple said before, Sikong Yan had a sword in his abdomen at this time, two swords in his left shoulder, and a sword wound in his crotch. In Zhao Zheng's view, although Sikong Yan was hit by four swords, he did not hurt the vital point and endangered his life, and the direct reason why he got to this stage was because of the post-processing.

"Shhh...... Who bandaged this wound before? ”

"Oh, it's Ping'er, Liu Shiyi's apprentice!"

Zhao Zheng instantly understood when he heard the old man say this, but he was instantly confused.

"Ping'er? Isn't that the single disciple of Old Doctor Liu! You and Zhao Guo are incompatible, how can he help you heal? Hiss...... It's hard to ......"

Zhao Zheng can naturally roughly judge the time of injury through the state of the wound, and now when he hears the old man say this, he remembers what Zhao Ji said a few days ago about Zhang Mancang all over the world to find peace.

"Holy! It turns out that the little medicine man was kidnapped by these guys, it's really enough! Hiss...... But...... Since they already knew that I knew how to heal, why didn't they come to me directly at that time, why did they have to go around such a detour? ”

The more Zhao Zheng thought about it, the more he felt that things were not simple, and the more he thought about it, the more he felt that he seemed to have fallen into an invisible whirlpool, and he himself was now in the middle of the whirlpool, and safety was danger.

"Huh...... Looks like it's going to get more and more interesting in the future......"

Zhao Zheng shook his head meaningfully and smiled bitterly, and then the fiery tip of the knife was aimed at Sikong Yan's abdomen. The old man was waiting on the side, and when he saw Zhao Zheng smiling strangely, his already dignified old face immediately became even more nervous.

"What the hell is going on in this kid's head......" the old man muttered to himself.

Not to mention shoulder injuries and hip injuries, because of inflammation and rotting, the place where Sikong Yan's abdomen was scratched by the sword has been red, swollen and rotten. Fortunately, the sword wound was not deep, but only scratched the belly, and after Zhao Zheng used a knife to remove all the rotten flesh around him, he used the needle and thread prepared earlier to sew Sikong Yan up. When the second torch was about to burn out, Sikong Yan's abdominal wound was finally stitched up by Zhao Zheng.

After the abdominal surgery, Zhao Zheng did not choose to rest, but dealt with the shoulder injury and hip injury in one go.

"Wine!"

After Zhao Zheng finished stitching the last stitch, Zhao Zheng said tiredly.

Zhao Zheng's "wine" made the old man pause, "The old man said, it turns out that this little guy wants wine, what is the use, it turns out to relieve fatigue!" ”

Handing the wine jug around his waist to Zhao Zheng, the old man suddenly felt a little relieved in his heart, and it could even be said that he was a little disappointed. However, just when he thought that Zhao Zheng wanted to drink it all, he saw Zhao Zheng aim the mouth of the pot at Sikong Yan's wound and pour out the wine. In less than half a minute, a pot full of wine was ruined by Zhao Zheng.

"This ......"

The old man was very surprised to see that the wine pot had long been empty, in his opinion, Zhao Zheng's behavior was simply worthy of killing. Very distressed, he took the empty wine jug handed by Zhao Zheng, and the old man, who had always been indifferent, almost stopped crying.

"This ......"

Where did Zhao Zheng have the time to pay attention to him at this time, looking at the gradually white night sky outside the door, Zhao Zheng medicated Sikong Yan faster and faster......