After earning enough money, Ge Lan first took Qi Zhilai to a medical center. Although she didn't say it, Ge Lan could see that the injured leg under the trouser tube was getting more and more lame day by day.

In the infirmary of Changxing Port, most of them were injured or sick at sea, perhaps not a serious illness, but when the ship docked, many of them deteriorated to the extent that the old man who was accustomed to life and death had to frown.

Although such unlucky people are only a few among the various maritime merchants who come and go in Changxing Port every day, such a minority is gathered in one place, which inevitably makes people sigh that there is really no easy business in the world.

Ge Lan helped Qi Zhilai sit down opposite Lao Langzhong, and on the small wooden table was a leather pillow for the number of pulses, and on the side was a bamboo tube containing various strip-shaped tools.

Hearing that the woman was injured in the leg, the old man retreated from the idlers on the left and right, untied the knot, and lowered the bamboo curtain on one side.

"This is the girl's ......," the old man spread out one hand and pointed at Ge Lan, who was guarding behind.

"It doesn't matter. Qi Zhilai raised his hand and rolled up his trousers.

Lao Langzhong nodded, a pair of withered old hands stretched out, took a small stool from behind him, and rested Qi Zhilai's legs on it.

On the snow-white and tight calves like lotus roots, the two scars on each other are shocking, and the coagulated blood scabs are blistered by pus, slimy and shiny, which makes people sick to their stomachs when they look at it.

The apprentice with a double bun on his head brought two brass basins filled with clear water one after another, and handed Lao Langzhong and Qi Zhilai a towel respectively. Lao Langzhong took the towel and dusted it off around his neck, washed his hands in a brass basin, and wiped them dry.

The girl bit the towel into her mouth, and it should hurt a little later. The old man pointed to the one in Qi Zhilai's hand with his middle finger and reminded gently.

"It doesn't matter. ”

She is still like this, her words are resolute and respectful.

Lao Langzhong was stunned for a moment, and then smiled helplessly: "The old man has been practicing medicine in Changxing Port for 20 years, and it is the first time I have seen a woman who is injured like this and does not shout or make trouble, haha, don't talk about women, even men are very few." When he said this last sentence, he looked at each other and smiled at Ge Lan behind Qi Zhilai.

After speaking, he picked up the second basin of water, "Lift your legs." "Put the basin on the stool and put the injured leg on the basin.

Lao Langzhong raised his hand again to shake his sleeves, and his two pale and spotted arms reached into the water, picking up some and pouring them on Qi Zhilai's wounds.

The temperature of the water was just right, and the wound was numb or something, and it didn't feel pain.

A basin of water became more and more dirty, at first it was clear and yellow, then it was muddy and black, and the old man did not touch the wound with his hands, but only persevered in holding the water, pouring it, holding the water, and pouring it again...... The blood scab, which had not dried out, became thinner and thinner as it was poured one after another, revealing the tender red wound underneath.

Lao Langzhong opened the bamboo curtain and said hello, and the apprentice with a double hair hurriedly brought another basin of water to remove the already turbid basin under Qi Zhilai's legs.

In this way, a total of six basins of water were changed before and after, and finally the water dripping from the injured leg was clear and colorless. From the splash of water, Ge Lan vaguely smelled a trace of the smell of the sheep flower, which could dissipate stasis and relieve pain, and it was probably covered by blood gas before it could not be smelled.

Immediately afterwards, Lao Langzhong took a handful of bamboo tweezers from the bamboo tube on the table, picked up a ball of cotton, and gently dipped it in the water on Qi Zhilai's wound.

After doing all this, Lao Langzhong kicked the bench under his buttocks, squatted on the ground, and a pair of cloudy old eyes approached Qi Zhilai's wound. After a long time, he stretched out his hand outside the bamboo curtain, and when he withdrew it, he had a red-hot narrow-bladed knife in his hand.

The knife pierced into the wound and ripped off the dead and dying flesh bit by bit. Qi Zhilai gritted his teeth, his face turned pale, and he couldn't stop breaking out in a cold sweat. The bad meat is also your own meat, one knife at a time, and if you change others, you are afraid that it will make the sky dark.

Finally completing the most cruel process, Lao Langzhong wiped his sweat with the towel on his shoulder, washed his hands in the basin of water at the beginning, let out a long breath, and sat back on the bench.

Going up along the slightly twitching calf, Qi Zhilai stiffened, with water droplets hanging on his long eyelashes, and he didn't know whether it was sweat or tears.

It may be inappropriate to use the fragrance and cherish the jade on her, but in Ge Lan's heart, at this moment, indeed, she did feel a shock and a burst of love. He stretched out a hand and placed it gently on her shoulder, without any superfluous movements or words.

The body stiffened by the pain hesitated for a moment, then relaxed, fatigue rushing into the limbs. Her eyelids trembled, and she almost closed them.

At this time, Lao Langzhong's hand came in and out of the bamboo curtain, and half a pot of hot wine was poured on the wound.

Qi Zhilai's back, which was curled up due to sleepiness, suddenly arched, and his mouth unconsciously "hissed". Lao Langzhong just buried himself in doing what he had to do, and his hands were like a student who worked hard to write, and he no longer had the human touch of asking for warmth at the beginning.

After that, a handful of medicinal powder is wrapped in water, and two ointments are pasted on gauze. The apprentice with a double bun brought a white bandage of more than half a foot and wrapped it around Qi Zhilai.

It was only then that the old man raised his head, and his wrinkled face returned to the gentleness it had been when they first met. He first bowed his head to Qi Zhilai, the former expressing the completion of the treatment, and the latter counting as a thank-you.

Then he took out a blank piece of paper from the drawer under the table, took a pen and wrote a few medicines, and stuffed it into the double-headed apprentice who had just wrapped the bandage for Qi Zhilai and was standing up.

The apprentice bowed to the master, then turned around and grabbed the medicine from the medicine cabinet.

"Thank you, sir. Ge Lan thanked as she reached into her arms and took out the silver taels.

Hey?

The pocket that should have held the two hundred and two taels of silver was empty, Ge Lan probed deeper, touched his body again, and finally took out an old blue cloth square scarf covered with silver taels from his arms.

Qi ...... Qi Zuo's envoy," he said timidly, "Did I give you the silver taels?"

Qi Zhilai said "Ah?" insotently, turned his head suspiciously, and saw the empty square scarf in Ge Lan's hand, and his brows furrowed.

Of course, Ge Lan didn't give her the silver taels. But out of caution, or luck, she still touched her body from top to bottom—

No, nothing. Except for the two Yanling knives, there were no other hard objects on his body.

"What are the two of you?" The old man on the other side was a little puzzled and a little more alert.

"Sorry, wait a minute. ”

Qi Zhilai dragged the standing Ge Lan to the same height as himself, put one hand on his chest and the other on his back, brushed it again from top to bottom, and then turned around, removed the light fish knife from his waist, stared at Lao Langzhong solemnly, and offered the knife with both hands.

"Although I don't know if this Yanling knife can cover the medical expenses of the doctor, but this knife is a very important object to me, and I will return to get it when I find the money one day, and I hope that the old gentleman will trust me. ”

At this time, the apprentice with a double hair wrapped up the medicine, lifted the bamboo curtain and was about to walk in.

"Oh, of course, of course......" The old man stammered a little lightly, and took the knife as he took it, "Xun'er, give the medicine to the two of you." He shook his chin at the apprentice.

Not to mention that this man and woman are straight and upright, and they look trustworthy, just this pearl fish skin sheath, white jade beast bone handle, and knife head knife are all finely carved and gold-coated Yanling knife, in exchange for a few basins of water and a few flavors of medicine in his remote lang, it is more than enough.

Lao Langzhong shook his head, pulled out the knife, and leaned his empty sheath aside.

"The medical expenses of the girl's leg are enough for a scabbard, and this knife is still left for the girl to use for her own self-defense. ”

Qi Zhilai thought for a moment, took the knife after solemnly thanking him, and handed it to Ge Lan on the side.

"I'm afraid I won't be able to use a knife like this, so you can hold it for me. ”

......

On the way from the dock to the medical center, there were many pedestrians and cars. Ge Lan helped Qi Zhilai and returned the same way, searching hopefully.

Suddenly, a little man covered in dust bumped into Ge Lan's side of the body that did not help people, and when Ge Lan turned around, the square scarf wrapped in silver fell down, and when he touched his arms again, he really ran into a pickpocket again.

The pickpocket, who had touched the emptiness, glanced back, and was making eye contact with Ge Lan, looking at the latter's vicious expression, and ran away.

Ge Lan helped Qi Zhilai to the tea stall next to him and sat down, took out the few remaining copper plates and slapped them on the table, then turned around and rushed up like a whirlwind, chasing the pickpocket.

Qi Zhilai didn't fully understand what was going on, and then he saw the square scarf that finally fell to the ground and understood.

Reckless guys. Could it be that there can still be a guild among the pickpockets in Changxinggang, otherwise what is the use of catching this one - to eliminate harm for the people? Qi Zhilai shook his head with a smile, a little helpless, but he did not blame.

At this time, the guy at the tea stall approached with his hands in his arms, and asked, "What does the guest officer order?"

Qi Zhilai looked around, this little tea stall had no business, except for her, there was only a tall man sitting, who was wrapped in a dusty cloak, curled up under the shed, like a beast locked in a small cage.

"Ah," Qi Zhilai smiled awkwardly at the guy who had been waiting for a long time, "A bowl of tea, how many wen?"

"One copper plate is enough. "Dude.

"Then serve a bowl. With that, she took one out of the row of copper coins and pulled the rest along the table into the other.

“...... Okay. The man hesitated for a moment, then replied with some slurring. Earning a copper plate is also earning, and there is no shortage of tea seats at this hour.

The man turned his back to scoop the tea, and the tall man in the corner of the tea stall suddenly glanced over here, then got up, took his big bowl of tea that had not moved, bent his waist under the shed, and walked to sit down opposite Qi Zhilai.

He reached out two fingers and hooked the collar of the cloak and pulled it down a bit, revealing the blue-gray skin and the dragon and snake tattoos on it.

Qi Zhilai, who was originally looking at the street, noticed the change in his breath and slowly turned his head-

For a moment, the shock crept up her face, and for the next, the shock faded from her face.

Boom!

The good leg kicked the table leg, and the space was just enough for her to pull the knife out of the sheath.

Even sitting on the stool, the mysterious man with the eastern face was a head taller than Qi Zhilai, and he saw the long knife pointing upward, approaching him in front of the door, and his momentum was not lost at all.

The man was about to bring the good tea, and when he saw this scene, the tea bowl fell to the ground with a bang, splashing all over the ground.

"Don't be angry," said the chief, holding up his hands in surrender—but his face was full of laughter, and he was not afraid, "I am not part of the group that hijacked your merchant ship. ”

On his bare chest, the beads that dragons and snakes fought for were not in his heart, but around his right breast.

Another Fandong elder who can speak official dialect. Qi Zhilai did not let his guard down, and the knife in his hand was lowered a little, and it went to his throat within two fingers.

"My eldest brother who drifted on the sea asked me to bring a message to the two people in Changxing Port, they don't chase the people, and they don't want the boat, just ask the two to return to Taiwei Country, and they can help a certain master in Jinding do something......"

"What about the boy who was arrested with me?" Qi Zhilai asked with sharper and sharper eyes.

"He's fine, when you think of going to Jinding City to make this appointment one day, you can naturally see him." The elder smiled, stretched out two fingers and grabbed the tip of the knife and pressed it aside.

"By the way," he added, as if remembering something, "there are a lot of pickpockets on Changxinggang Street, but among them, I know that there are two people with a lot of money, aren't they just a few?"