In the courtyard outside the hall, an ugly little girl, squatting on the ground, with a pair of small hands and yellow mud, felt that it was almost over, she got up and went outside to wash her hands.

Master Kong Ming and Cui Yi watched the little girl toss back and forth under the eaves of the hall, and now she had put the iron pot on the shelf, put the strand of hair that had been cut off earlier into the dry iron pot, and put the other iron pot upside down.

She first wrapped the seams with a clean strip of cloth, and then sealed the joints of the two iron pots with half-dried yellow mud, leaving no gaps, and then began to light a fire and began to simmer the blood and charcoal.

"Senior brother, is there a clean porcelain vase?"

"Yes, is it the blood charcoal that was used to hold you? Is it okay to give you a small one? Clearance thought of the strand of hair that had just been put into the pot.

"Well, if you want a fine-mouthed porcelain bottle, if there is a wide-mouthed porcelain jar, which is the kind you hold tea, can you bring me two?" Think about the strips of cloth that haven't found a suitable container yet, and their own instruments need containers too.

"Yes, you wait, I'll get it." Go to the room behind the hall and get it.

Cotton cloths, strips of cloth, and bottles and jars were ready, and the things on the long table in the hall were ready to be removed.

"I'm coming, I'm going to take all these things, aren't you?" Cui Er seemed to know what she was going to do, and without her doing anything, he had already vacated his position.

She glanced at Cui Er a few times, yes, this person is quite good, so she said unceremoniously, "Yes, take a small pestle and let Cui Yi sit for a while." ”

She explained a few words, and then went out to see the pot of blood charcoal, and it should be good to calculate the time.

I looked at the place that could barely be counted as a stove hole, the fire inside had been extinguished, and I felt the temperature of the iron pot. She picked up a dead branch in the courtyard, picked up the layer of soil that had been dried by the high temperature, and then removed the strip of cloth inside, "Cui Er, are you afraid of getting hot?" ”

Cui Er went directly and stretched out his hand to lift the iron pot.

"Wait." She trotted into the tearoom and pulled out a small, thin-mouthed porcelain vase.

"How good are your archery skills?" She looked up at Cui Er, who was dressed in black, expectantly.

"Okay? Right? What's wrong? Cui Er wondered, does this have anything to do with opening the iron pot?

"Okay, open the iron pot for a while, pour the contents of the lower iron pot into this porcelain bottle, don't spill it. It's about whether your good brother can recover well in the future. ”

Cui Er originally held the iron pot steadily, but when he heard this, he couldn't help but shake his hands, but fortunately, there was only some blood and charcoal in the pot.

"Let's pour."

The hair, which could still be seen in the line, went down the edge of the pot into the small porcelain vase in her hand.

When everything was ready, she asked Cui Yi to sit on the small pestle and put her feet on the long table, "It's a little painful, you bear with it." ”

Wrapping her mouth and nose with a handkerchief, she picked up the porcelain jar and slowly poured the potion inside on the bloody wound, the thick black potion washed away the blood stains and ointment on the surface of the wound, and she cleaned her hands again.

She picked up a piece of cotton cloth and slowly wiped the potion on the wound clean, and the wound that had begun to grow polyps was exposed to the bottom of her eyes, and there were some signs of suppuration in some places, and she couldn't help but burst into a foul mouth,.

"I'm going to start, you pull him, don't let him move." The man with the knife looked at Cui Er and the clear space book and said.

The sharp blade sliced through the flesh, "Hmm." Cui Yi couldn't help but moan, and then gritted his teeth tightly to keep himself from exclaiming.

She carefully removed the purulent part of the wound and the necrotic flesh, examined the bones and nerves at the wound, and if he was lucky, he injured the flesh and some small blood vessels in the superficial tissue.

Several people in the room watched the little girl stirring around Cui Yi's wound, picking up the small knife from time to time and cutting it on his flesh, and when blood was coming out of the wound, she panicked at all, directly picked up a piece of cloth and pressed it, and then continued the movement of her own hand.

Jingkong has never seen such a scene, and his mouth keeps chanting Amitabha, Amitabha Buddha ......, Cui Er looked at such a little girl, and felt a little admired, she is quite suitable for working in the dark guard, and if she is in charge of interrogation, the effect must be very good.

"Sweat on the forehead" The girl's cold voice was incomparably clear in the silent room.

The people in the room, except for Master Kong Ming, everyone else was still immersed in shock, and they didn't understand what she meant.

"Wipe it with sweat." The girl repeated impatiently.

"Uh-oh." Cui Er reacted, and reached out to get the cotton cloth on the table.

"Don't move." A scolding made Cui Er's hand freeze in place, not knowing what to do with himself at this time.

The girl saw that the sweat on her forehead was about to drip down, turned her head and wiped her shoulder, glanced at Cui Er, and continued the movements of her hands.

I was not mistaken, I was just despised by a little girl?????

In fact, Cui Er didn't know, this was because Tang Yuehua saw that they didn't understand anything, so she couldn't hold back her emotions, in her previous life, she generally wouldn't help people with surgery, and she was quite difficult on the operating platform, always scolding those interns with blood, and later because she offended a big man's child, she didn't continue to be in the hospital and transformed into beauty.

"Senior brother, pour the blood charcoal from the porcelain vase onto it." The girl didn't even lift her head.

Master Kong Ming took a step ahead, picked up the porcelain bottle, kept a certain distance from the wound, and slowly poured the medicinal powder inside onto the wound.

"That's it." Sure enough, the master is different, he didn't spread it at all, and he kept a safe distance.

She picked up a pair of scissor-like things, picked up a scider pin, and pinched a clip with the other to pick up a thread and begin threading the needle.

Everyone looked at her strange technique, sewed a stitch, and tied a strange knot, "Cut, don't cut to the knot." ”

At this time, Cui Er was no longer as stupid as he used to be, so he directly picked up the hemostat on the plate and prepared to cut it.

"Not that one, the one on the far right." The girl reminded.

"Oh", quickly put down the things in his hand, and did as she said, but don't those two look the same? Cui Er felt that those seemed to be scissors.

The sewing time was quick, and it didn't take long to sew all the wounds on her calf, and then she wrapped several layers of white cloth on it.

"Okay, you can't get wet until the wound is healed, you can change the medicine and wine a few times, don't use force on your left foot, otherwise the wound will easily collapse."

After that, he sat aside and rested.