A strong sense of frustration hung over the hearts of all the brothers. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Last night's rescue operation, which went very smoothly at first, almost progressed according to their pre-set planned route. didn't expect that in the end, the plot changed dramatically, and the rescued person turned out to be a fake, sent by Ximen Yun to assassinate Song Qi.

It's really a capsized boat in the gutter. The results are unbelievable and incredible.

Fortunately in the misfortune, the woman's abnormal behavior was noticed by the eyebrows, and she shouted in time. Song Qi instinctively moved away from the vital part and avoided the fatal disaster.

On the way back to the inn in a hurry carrying Song Qi's lost soul, Mao Yong suddenly remembered something, and hurriedly ordered Hao Peng Ma Dai to let the two of them go in two directions to find a doctor, no matter who finds it first, invite the doctor to the inn as soon as possible.

The two agreed, and went separately in a hurry.

By the time everyone dragged their tired bodies back to the inn, the sky was already completely bright.

At this time, Song Qi was still in a coma with his eyes closed. Everyone carried Song Qi and carefully put him on the bed to lie down.

In the process of everyone moving, Song Qi did not react.

Everyone looked at each other in horror. Could it be that Brother Song has already died?

"And gas!" Ao Leopard stretched out his hand to Song Qi's nose and probed it, his breathing was relatively weak, but the qi was still circulating in and out, and it seemed that he was still alive.

The crowd breathed a sigh of relief. Each of them retreated. Some brothers were too tired and tired, so they went to sleep in another room, and those who didn't sleep, such as Mao Yong Ao Leopard, sat on a chair in another room, stretched out their heads and looked at Song Qi on the bed with their eyes wide open.

Song Qi lay on his back and fell asleep on the bed with a pale face, his eyes closed, his eyebrows twisted painfully, one hand still resting next to the wound, and his hand was also blood-red. The dagger was still stuck straight on his left flank, and around the wound was a sticky, thick stain of blood, and the blood was still pouring out along the dagger.

Ling Xue sat on the edge of the bed, haggard without makeup, her face was full of melancholy, her eyelashes drooped, and her eyes were full of anxiety and worry, looking at Song Qi on the bed. There was a tear on the tip of her nose that was as clear as a dewdrop, but she didn't realize it. She was holding a towel in her hand, which was also stained with blood, and gently wiped Song Qi's wounds with a towel from time to time. She was very worried that according to this flow method, the blood in Song Qi's body would dry up sooner or later.

Qiao Mei also waited anxiously beside him, frowning from time to time to look at Song Qi's wounds, and then turned his head to the door to see if the doctor had come.

At this time, a doctor who practiced medicine carried a medicine box on his back and followed Hao Peng to the inn and pushed the door into the room.

Mao Yong hurriedly got up to greet the doctor and invited him into Song Qi's room.

"Senior sister, the doctor is here!" Mao Yong approached the side of the bed and whispered to Ling Xue.

Ling Xue listened, raised her eyelashes, and turned her head sideways to look at the doctor. The melancholy on her face suddenly lightened a little.

The doctor had a kind face, a long beard, his age was not discernible from his appearance, and he was dressed in a wide navy blue robe, and his hair was coiled high on the top of his head, and he looked quite flowing. Carrying a first-aid kit on his back.

"Doctor, take a look, Brother Song's wound is still bleeding!" Ling Xue stepped off the edge of the bed and gave up her place to the doctor.

The doctor took two steps, came to the bedside, gently put the portable medicine box on the ground, looked down at Song Qi's wound, leaned over and sniffed the latter's snort, cut the pulse on Song Qi's hand, shook his head and sighed: "The injured person has lost too much blood, his heart beats slowly, his breath is like a gossamer, and the signs of life are very weak!" ”

When Ling Xue heard this, her face turned pale, and the tears in her eyes rolled down like pearls with broken threads, she pulled the doctor's sleeve, and said in a crying voice, in an almost pleading voice: "Doctor, please, you must save Brother Song!" ”

"Miss, do your best! As for the result, I can't guarantee it. You can only look at his creation! As he spoke, the doctor half-knelt beside the bed and slowly opened the lid of the box.

After the lid of the box is opened, there are many lattices in the medicine box, which are divided into categories to put all kinds of first-aid medicines, such as anesthetic drugs and wound medicines, and there is a bag on the lid of the box, and the bag is also divided into several compartments, and various knives, pliers, and scissors are inserted in the bag. Although the sparrow is small, it has all kinds of organs. This small medicine box, which covers all the guys, is almost the equivalent of a small clinic.

The doctor took out Sanqi, Ma Boiling San, and pliers and blades from the box, placed them on the coffee table next to the bed one by one, picked up a pair of scissors in his hand, and looked back at Ling Xue, "Miss, you'd better go out and avoid it." ”

"Evasion ?。。。" Ling Xue listened to the doctor's words and was a little dazed.

"That's right, I'm going to cut off the clothes of the wounded! That's how you can start healing! The doctor lifted the corner of Song Qi's shirt.

When Ling Xue heard this, she blushed a little, quickly turned around, took a few steps out, and hesitated a little, and glanced back at Song Qi on the bed. She was worried about Song Qi's injury, and she couldn't bear to leave suddenly.

"Senior sister, you just listen to the doctor, go to your room and wait. Take a break! With us here, you can rest assured. Mao Yong comforted gently.

Curled his eyebrows and took Ling Xue's hand and walked outside, "Yes, Miss Xue'er, let's go out." We're going to delay the doctor's treatment here! ”

"Doctor, please be gentle when you pick up your dagger. Brother Song is very afraid of pain! Ling Xue nodded with tears in her eyes, and walked out with her eyebrows raised, while turning back to the doctor and admonishing.

The doctor didn't respond to Ling Xue's words, and when Ling Xue walked to the door, he had already started to work on Song Qi.

The dagger was stuck in the body along with the clothes, so the clothes had to be cut before the wounds could be seen and the dagger could be lifted.

The doctor pulled Song Qi's clothes with one hand and scissors in the other, and cut and tore the clothes very briskly. Suddenly, Song Qi's upper body was exposed in front of everyone. Despite his thin appearance, his muscles are very strong, with a smooth and healthy color.

At this time, there was still a small piece of cloth on the side of the dagger that had been cut into a round piece, and the cloth was stained with blood, and the blood stains dried up and turned into a sticky purple sauce color. The pieces of cloth were pierced by daggers and squeezed into the flesh together, blurring with the flesh around the wound, making it difficult to distinguish which was the cloth and which was the flesh. The blood was gushing outward, and it was really miserable.

Those brothers, over the years, have not experienced a few life and death situations, but when they see this today, they can't help frowning, shaking their heads and sighing.

However, in the face of this scene, the doctor's face did not change, and he did not breathe roughly. He opened the medicine bag containing Panax notoginseng, grabbed a handful of turquoise powder from it, and slowly shook his hand over the wound a few times, scattering the powder on the wound around the dagger.

Strange to say, the blood that flowed out quickly coagulated into purple-black blood cells after touching the green powder. The snowball surrounded the dagger, knotting more and more, and soon blocked the wound, and the blood behind it could not flow out, and the wound was closed.

Mao Yong and other brothers also breathed a sigh of relief.

The doctor turned his head and told Mao Yong to bring a pot of fire and a pot of boiling water. After a while, a copper basin was lit on fire, and a copper basin filled with boiling water, which was brought up and placed next to the coffee table.

The doctor dipped a towel in boiling water and gently wiped it around the wound. He put the scissors, pliers, and blades on the brazier for a moment, and began to carefully cut off the pieces of cloth around the wound.

The flesh around the wound was completely exposed. The flesh was black and purple in color, swollen and swollen, and was filled with snowballs in the middle, surrounding the dagger until it reached its handle.

The blade of the dagger was more than five inches long, and it was completely sunk in the flesh, piercing almost the entire body, almost peeping through the back.

The doctor shook his head, looked back at the crowd, and sighed softly, "The place where this dagger pierced is only an inch away from the heart, if the dagger moves up another inch, it will definitely pierce the heart and kill the wounded on the spot." ”

The doctor said so, it seems that Brother Song is still saved! Mao Yong's eyes lit up, and after the doctor's words, he was half happy and half worried, and sighed: "Yes, it seems that Brother Song is really blessed with a great fate!" (To be continued.) )