On this day, Mo Fei was writing a prescription in the mansion, and the outer courtyard of the Ye Mansion suddenly became noisy, and then Zhang Taiyi ran in in a panic: "Sir, something happened." [No pop-ups. 】”

Seeing Zhang Taiyi's expression, he knew that something was wrong, so he hurriedly ran to the outer courtyard with Yaya.

Along the way, Zhang Taiyi led the way in front and chattered at the same time. It turned out that since yesterday, there seemed to be an abnormal movement in the Qin army, and Ye Huaiwu knew that the situation was grim, so he sent people to observe the direction of the Qin army's camp. Who knows, today, the deputy general of Yancheng suddenly came to Yuncheng with an injury.

Ye Huaiwu knew that something big must have happened in Yancheng, but as soon as the deputy general entered the city, he fainted. Ye Huaiwu hurriedly summoned the doctor to come for treatment, but no one could be cured. At this time, Zhang Taiyi recommended Mo Fei to Ye Huaiwu.

Ye Huaiwu was afraid of delaying treatment, so he hurriedly carried the deputy general to Ye's mansion.

After Mo Fei ran out, a group of people crowded into the hall. Mo Fei didn't bother to say hello, and hurriedly looked at the deputy general. After a general glance, he said, "Yaya, bring me water and candles." ”

"Yes."

After thinking for a long time, he took out a sharp knife and a long needle from the umbilicus three inches below his waist, his forehead ......, and then one inch to his right thigh.

In the crowd, there was a doctor with a sharp beak and monkey cheeks, and when he saw the murder weapon being sacrificed, he glared at him and drank: "What are you going to do?" ”

This doctor didn't know Mo Fei, he was a barefoot doctor in Cloud City, and he didn't have superb medical skills. However, there is a set for bruises. After the outbreak of the plague, he saw that those famous doctors were worried, and knew that his strength was weak, so he did not dare to come forward.

On the boundary of Yuncheng, there are many officers and soldiers, and soldiers are often injured, so that this barefoot doctor can eat with a mouth and eat on weekdays. Today, when Ye Huaiwu found him, he was full of confidence, but after watching it for a long time, he found that he was powerless, so he directly asserted that this person was no longer saved.

So...... Now seeing that Mo Fei is preparing to heal, this barefoot immortal is not happy.

Ye Huaiwu and the onlookers in the room also stared at Mo Fei in confusion, is this kid a doctor? What are you doing with the tools you make? Don't......

Mo Fei focused on roasting the scalpel with a candle flame, waited for the temperature to be appropriate, and drank a sip of water with satisfaction. As soon as he stretched his waist, he instantly tensed his nerves and performed surgery, and the most taboo thing was to wander freely.

Mo Fei pinched the knife in his palm, exhaled a breath of turbidity, and then stretched out to the lieutenant's chest. The knife that attracted everyone's attention, the moment it touched the skin, someone "hissed-" and took a breath, and his heart rose to his throat.

The barefoot doctor trembled as he saw the knife cut through his skin. "You ......, you're plotting your life."

Seeing this, Li Qingqing, Zhang Jingmo and others were tense at the moment, and beads of sweat the size of beans flowed down from their foreheads, spread to the corners of their mouths, and seeped into them salty. Hearing the barefoot doctor's heavy drinking, the onlookers in the hall also felt that this move was too shocking.

The girl glanced at the barefoot doctor with an indifferent face, put down the printed water cup in her hand, looked at the thin little old man, and said in a deep voice: "Shut up." ”

The blade fell accurately, and a bloody mouth was torn open in an instant, and into R three points, the lieutenant made a painful sound. Mo Fei's face was calm, and when the knife fell, a long needle pierced into the shoulder blade, and the deputy general was immediately silenced.

Could it be that with a knife cut, the skin has already opened, some people have a low whisper, and some people have a sluggish expression. He put his finger into the wound, felt it slightly, and then pressed his wrist, but saw a streak of blood come out.

Doctor Zhang and the others shrank their pupils, and heard Ye Huaiwu beside him say in a slow and solemn tone, "The hand of the doctor, the heart of the butcher." ”

Mo Fei's knife speed was visibly speeding up, and he didn't drag his feet at all because this was a patient. It seems that with a knife, it is the fat pig R on the chopping board, cutting and digging, and pressing it in one go, like a natural butcher.

Seeing a big D with a black rumbling dong cut, everyone held their breath and stared, clutching the corners of their clothes with both hands. The timid one, seeing the blurred blood, was already so frightened that he trembled, and his teeth were clenched, for fear that there would be a shimmering knife on his body when he went out, and said mildly and amiably: "Come on, or you can try it too." ”

Naturally, there is no such voice, the atmosphere is strangely quiet, and even Ye Huaiwu's heavy nasal breath has died down at this moment, and there is no arrogance in the past. His heart was crumbled together, as if it had been smashed to pieces.

If this continues, the living can't die anymore, right? …… Look at the teenager in front of him. His mood at this time was quite complicated. Even though he had lived most of his life and had a wealth of experience and knowledge, he had never seen such a strange young talent.

But in fact, there is no burden in his heart. He was a natural thinker, but definitely not a natural melancholy. He has a melancholy temperament that is sad and sad, but he thinks it's something he was born with. Therefore, in the face of life and death, he can accept success and failure very calmly, and will not be very sad about the loss of life.

Therefore, the body of the deputy general, for him, is only the R body that carries life.

It's better not to fail, though!

For Mo Fei, this is a combination of modern anatomy and the "Book of Life and Death". Although he was born into a family of military doctors in his previous life, he knew little about anatomy. He really began to come into contact with this medicine because of his countless repeated practices during his ten years of drifting in the Western Wilderness.

That's why he doesn't sit still.

Could it be that at this moment, he was concentrating on the acupuncture in his hand, a cloud of blood was blurred, a black mist swirled up, and the room was dense, and someone opened the window lightly and exhaled a heavy breath.

Everyone was pale, and they were shocked to see it, and some people couldn't stand this atmosphere and quietly left, in addition to a trace of sympathy for the misfortune of the lieutenant general, there was also a deep hatred for Mo Fei - this person was a barefoot doctor.

Is this a cure? Look at that kid's expression, it's really hateful!

At this time, the barefoot doctor's two eyes stared at Mo Fei's hand in horror, and when he saw that the long needles under his hands were getting more and more frustrated, he raised his beard and said in a trembling voice: "You kid, you want to kill people with acupuncture!" ”

Mo Fei ignored it, rubbed his sore arm, and said in his heart: You old thing, I don't see much ability, and you have a lot of nonsense. Do I have to tell you that I am the descendant of the medical saint before you shut up?

He was ridiculed, but it was in the Western Wilderness, a place where life and death are indefinite, life is luxury, and ridicule and abuse are nothing. In the past ten years, the only thing he is proud of is that he has learned to slap back gorgeously in the sarcasm of others.

He finished piercing the last X position, took out an embroidery needle from his arms, and the barefoot doctor glared, what did this kid want to do? He snorted a mouthful of snot, opened his mouth, and a mouthful of old stench erupted, and someone secretly pinched a handkerchief to cover his mouth, waving the air flow in disgust.

"What do you want to do, you kid?"

Ye Huaiwu's heart was up and down at the moment, where could he stand such a noise from the barefoot doctor, and shouted in a deep voice: "Don't speak, let him continue." ”

After that, he turned his head to look at Doctor Zhang, who was standing beside him silently for some time, and said eagerly in an inaudible voice: "Doctor Zhang, what do you think?" ”

Doctor Zhang frowned and shook his head, and said in a deep voice, "Wait." ”

The two of them chattered hard, but they had already begun to thread the needle, from the inside to the outside, the inside of the turned up R, the rough stitches were crooked, and the traces like centipedes were gradually revealed.

The barefoot doctor shook his lips in shock, swallowed a mouthful, unconsciously stunned, and muttered, "Is this okay?" Then, he added: "Quack...... Harm. ”

Mo Fei pulled out the last stitch, tied a beautiful bow very casually, stretched his waist, and suddenly felt refreshed. (To be continued.) )