Ma Kun gave the official a look and asked him to leave on his own, while he followed Li Feibai, and the two came to the Yin Hotel together.

Li Feibai entered the house by himself, afraid that someone would see that he had too many healing supplies beyond this era, so he casually plugged in the latch. In the hall outside the house, the officials who had not entered the stream looked directly at the door of the house, only hating that they had not given birth to a pair of see-through eyes, and they could see how Li Feibai could treat the wounds that made the imperial doctors helpless.

Most of the officials who have entered the stream are from Jinshi, and the most poor ones are also from people's backgrounds. Holding his identity, he pretended not to care about how Li Feibai healed his injuries, they each gossiped, and they were studious and even took out a book to read, but they had to glance at the door from time to time. This unconscious little action completely betrayed them, proving that they also cared very much about how Li Feibai healed his injuries.

Ma Kun took all of this, and secretly said in his heart: "These scholars are really hypocritical, since they are curious, they just go to the corner and listen to the movements inside, but they pretend not to care." Forget it, Lao Tzu is a rough man, since he did the official service, he has not done less to listen to the things in the corner, so I can listen to it for you. Even though he thought so, he knew why he was listening. The other people are just going back, the key is that the county magistrate is also very curious, if he can hear how to heal inside, and then tell these adults again, even if the county magistrate doesn't say it, he will praise him in his heart for being clever and able to do things! His weight in the hearts of the county magistrates will be heavier, and the difference will be better in the future.

He paced out of the lobby, went to the kitchen to find a bowl, and went around to the window of the room where Li Feibai was treating. The place where Qian Zijun stayed to recuperate was next to the window, and it was here that he could hear everything that happened in the house most clearly.

Ma Kun didn't dare to listen directly to the window, because the room was dim and the light was bright outside, and his whereabouts were exposed as soon as he got up. He squatted under the window, slammed the bowl upside down against the wall, and listened with his ear to the bottom of the bowl.

Li Feibai was afraid that other people would see what he was treating his injuries, but he was not afraid that Qian Zijun would see what he was treating his injuries. Because Qian Zijun is already in pain, the whole person is in a state of dissociation, even if Qian Zijun sees all his healing things clearly, as long as he doesn't admit it, and bites those things at all, thinking that Qian Zijun will believe that he is dizzy and dazzled, or he has a dream.

He walked to Qian Zijun's side, saw that Qian Zijun's face was pale, and his expression was even more haggard than just now, and said, "Cheer up, don't treat your injuries and you're dead halfway through." ”

Qian Zijun nodded.

Li Feibai took off the burden on his shoulders and untied the wrapper, revealing the jewelry box inside.

Qian Zijun said "Huh" and said, "What are you doing with a hand jewelry box?" ”

Li Feibai was stunned for a moment, and said in his heart: "This guy is about to die of pain when he sees it, and his brain is still quite clear." I'm afraid that if I heal my wounds and lie to him that he doesn't have these things at all, he won't believe it. At that time, it was necessary to get to the bottom of the problem and how to explain it. He laughed and said, "Do you have a handkerchief?" ”

Qian Zijun, as the son of an official eunuch, naturally wears a handkerchief. He took it out of his bosom and said, "What do you want a handkerchief for?" ”

Li Feibai said: "There was once a person who had the same wounds on his limbs as you, and even each wound was bigger, deeper and worse than yours, and I also cured him." But I'm only 50% sure about healing your wounds, you say, why? ”

Qian Zijun didn't know why, so he shook his head.

Li Feibai said: "Because he is not as talkative as you, he knows that I need to concentrate on treating his injuries, and there is no room for a little interference." Unlike you, who is nagging and chattering, I am disturbed, and I can only exert fifty percent of my skills. With that, he took the handkerchief from Qian Zijun's hand, unfolded it and tied it to Qian Zijun's eyes.

Qian Zijun wanted to ask why he was hiding his eyes, considering that Li Feibai's level of interference would drop by half, and the probability of his leg injury healing would become fifty percent at that time. In order to keep his leg intact, there is an eighty percent chance that he feels that it is not enough, let alone only fifty percent. So he kept his mouth shut tightly, and never made another sound.

Li Feibai opened the jewelry box, took out the medicines one by one, and then stared at Qian Zijun for a long time without moving. To be honest, he doesn't know how to heal injuries at all, even if he has the experience of being treated, and he has seen scenes of how to heal injuries on movies and television, but those are virtual after all, and he has not personally done it, so he is not sure at all.

But he traveled to the son of a farmer in the Ming Dynasty, and if he wanted to change his fate, he had to make money, and if he wanted to make money, he had to have the first pot of gold. Now is an opportunity, and I don't know what year and month I have to wait for another opportunity. Besides, why didn't God give him anything else after the crossing, but gave him some medicine to treat his injuries, wasn't it just for him to use at this time?

Qian Zijun was a little impatient, squirmed his lips, and wanted to open his mouth several times to ask why he was still cured, but he endured it several times.

Li Feibai said secretly: "It's a blessing or a curse, it's a disaster that can't be avoided!" "I took the anesthetic needle for the anesthetic gun. There are no injections for local anesthesia in those medicines, but fortunately there are also anesthetic needles available for anesthetic guns. But he doesn't know how much dose to use, it can have the effect of local anesthesia, and don't numb people to death because of too much dose. After a little thought, he made a decision, pricked the anesthetic needle into the wound, pushed in one-third of the dose, and pulled the needle out. After waiting for a while, he pricked the needle near the wound, did not push the anesthetic into it, and asked, "Do you feel it?" ”

When Qian Zijun was pricked by a needle for the first time, he felt that it seemed to make a bee sting, and it hurt a little, and then a stream of liquid flowed in. Then, Li Feibai stopped moving. After waiting for a while, it seemed that he had been bitten by a mosquito on his leg again. He didn't want to ask more, but when he heard Li Feibai ask, he knew that this was the doctor asking about his condition, and he didn't bother Li Feibai when he spoke, so he said, "What are you using to stab me?" It's a little itchy. ”

Li Feibai took advantage of the situation to push in another third of the medicine, pulled out the needle, waited for a while and then inserted it, and said, "What now?" Do you feel it? ”

Qian Zijun's lips moved, as if he was savoring something, and said, "You stabbed me again?" How can you not feel it at all? ”

Li Feibai said: "Then is your wound still painful?" ”

Qian Zijun said: "If you don't say it, I forgot!" Why doesn't the wound hurt anymore? After a pause, he said, "It's so comfortable!" Can I take a look at the handkerchief? ”

Li Feibai said: "Cured? And how far away? I'm starting to heal you now! He took a disposable scalpel, unwrapped it, and began to scrape off the rotten flesh from the wound. At the first knife, his hand was still trembling, only to feel that the wound was really shocking, and the blood flowing out made people unbearable to look at it. But he also knew that he couldn't delay too much, and the time was up, but he was afraid that Qian Zijun would bleed too much and die. After a few scrapes, he was ashamed to become proficient, his heart no longer throbbed, and his hands became more and more stable.

Ma Kun listened for a while, saw that he was no longer talking, and thought that the time for him to come out was not short, and he should inform the adults in the hall of the news. Then he gently placed the bowl on the ground, and crawled forward a few steps, and then got up from the ground and walked quickly to the hall.

When all the officials heard this, they were all amazed, and they really couldn't see that Li Feibai really had the means to treat his injuries at a young age. Zhao Xuefei's heart hanging in his throat finally fell to the ground, and he secretly sighed that his luck was really good, and he found a medical saint who was even more clever than the imperial doctor in the small Jiyuan, and he didn't think that Li Feibai would be highly regarded by three points. He looked down on Li Feibai and took Wang Dingyi a little lightly, and said secretly: "It's not as good as a conscription, and I don't know how to be an imperial doctor." But he also secretly warned himself that this kind of thing can only be thought of but not said, after all, Wang Dingyi has been in the capital for more than 20 years and has a wide range of contacts, and he will have to talk a lot in the future.