The Taoist stepped forward and took a hand and shared some of the weight, but He Qiaoyi still grinned in pain.

"Thank you, Chief." Jiang Banxia hurriedly thanked: "Dare to ask what the Taoist chief is called?" ”

"The poor man asks the dust." After asking Chenzi, he and Jiang Banxia helped He Qiao to the couch.

"You're injured too." Wen Chenzi pointed to the red blood oozing from Jiang Banxia's shoulder.

Jiang Banxia covered his shoulders with his hands, the wet blood stuck to his hands, and it was cold to the touch.

"It looks like it's badly injured." Wen Chenzi stepped forward and pinched Jiang Banxia's shoulder: "Let Poor Dao take a look at the wound." ”

"Huh?" Jiang Banxia was stunned for a moment, and then immediately reacted, she turned sideways and shook off the hand that was pinching her shoulder: "Don't bother Dao Chief, I can handle it myself." ”

Asked Chenzi frowned slightly, he said with some disapproval: "Although the poor Dao is just a person, he is also a witch doctor, you can rest assured." ”

"It's not... It's not that I'm not worried about the medical skills of the Taoist chief. Jiang Banxia said apologetically: "It's my own reason." ”

"What could be more important than your arm?" Wen Chenzi raised his head and stared at Jiang Banxia, and he said, "If the blood continues to flow like this, I'm afraid your arm won't be able to be saved." ”

Jiang Banxia was silent, her hand held the corner of her clothes tightly, and her entanglement was self-evident.

"Please also ask the Taoist to take a step to speak." She spoke.

Wen Chenzi turned to the side with her, making sure He Qiaoyi couldn't hear their conversation.

"It's not that I don't want the Taoist chief to see it, but..."Jiang Banxia said: "It's that it's a woman below." ”

She didn't really want to hide her identity as a woman, but now that the situation forced her to hide, she had to hide, this person was just a country man, and there was no threat to her.

Wen Chenzi's expression did not change, as if he had known it a long time ago: "I know that there is a difference between women and men in this world, and this subtle change cannot be hidden from those who practice martial arts." ”

"In the eyes of a healer, men and women are the same." Asked Chenzi and said: "In terms of age, I am more than enough to be your father, not to mention that the poor Dao is a monk, and there is no difference between a man and a woman. ”

Jiang Banxia thought for a moment, and thanked him: "Then it's troublesome." ”

She is not a hypocritical person herself, if she had followed the etiquette and shame system, she should have hung up Bai Aya and gone with her mother.

Wen Chenzi instructed Xiao Daotong to take care of He Qiaoyi to drink something first, and he led Jiang Banxia to the next wing.

"Offended." Wen Chenzi used a knife to cut the linen cloth wrapped around Jiang Banxia's shoulders along with his clothes.

His technique was very accurate, just cleaning the cloth from the wound and leaving everything else as it was.

The wound was so deep that it was almost bone-piercing, and he gestured with his hand, a palm-length one.

"Does it hurt?" Wen Chenzi dipped a towel in some water to wipe the blood from the wound.

"It's fine." Jiang Banxia's brows furrowed slightly, she was enduring the pain.

This level of injury is extremely serious on a man in the prime of life, let alone on a little girl, it is difficult for him to imagine how Jiang Banxia endured the severe pain on the wound all the way.

"The wound is too big." Wen Chenzi frowned and said, "If you only use medicine to bandage, I'm afraid your arm will be useless." ”

After speaking, he said: "I have met a few missionaries in the Liangguang area, they have a unique method of healing wounds, the effect is wonderful, and the wound will be smooth after healing, but the process is a bit unbelievable, would you like to give it a try?" ”

"If it doesn't work out?" Jiang Banxia asked.

"At most, it will remain as it is, it will not be worse."

Jiang Banxia replied without hesitation: "I'm willing to give it a try." ”

She gambles by nature and is never willing to give up a chance, not to mention that the worst outcome has been expected, what else can be feared?

At worst, she's missing an arm.

Hearing such an answer, Wen Chenzi was very surprised, for the first time, he met someone who was willing to try Fanren's treatment methods, and he agreed neatly and without hesitation.

"Wait a minute." Ask Chenzi to let the child bring hot water and a medicine box.

He spread out a set of utensils wrapped in cotton cloth in the medicine box on the table one by one, and the strange tools on the cotton cloth were something Jiang Banxia had never seen before.

Asked Chenzi picked out a small knife shaped like a willow leaf and pointed it to Jiang Banxia: "This knife is shaped like a willow leaf, but it is very sharp, and people often use this knife to cut the stomach of people suffering from abdominal diseases." ”

As he spoke, he took out a different pair of scissors, the handle of which was short and the tip was extremely long: "Fanren uses this thing to cut threads, and we will use them in a while." ”

He casually threw a thin thread into the slightly cooler hot water, the thread was as thin as a hair, Jiang Banxia was very surprised when he saw it, and couldn't help but say: "What is this?" ”

"Sheep intestines." Wen Chenzi stretched the thin thread with his hand: "It is made from lamb intestines that are small in the month, and the people call this thing 'cattlegut'." ”

"Can the Taoist master speak Fanbang dialect?" Jiang Banxia was very surprised.

There are very few people in Da Ming who know the words of Fanbang, but I didn't expect to meet one in this dilapidated Taoist temple today.

"I just know a little bit about it." Wen Chenzi didn't care much: "When I was young, Master and I traveled all over the world, met some people from Fanbang, discussed the Tao together, and learned some barbarian words. ”

He fished out the thin thread that had been soft from the basin and took out a silver needle as thin as a hair: "Next I will stitch up the wound on your shoulder, it will hurt a little, hold back." ”

In order to divert Jiang Banxia's attention, he said something about Fanbang.

"When I was traveling in Guangzhou, I once met a Francois man, who came to Daming to do business, and he was extremely talkative, but he was also quite crazy." Speaking of this, Wen Chenzi paused for a moment: "You also know that drowning women is common in the Liangguang area, and almost every family has drowned baby girls, and that Franz machine man went crazy to stop it." ”

"And then?" Jiang Banxia asked.

"Later, this Franco-man was smashed half to death as a monster." Wen Chenzi said expressionlessly: "He said that all life comes from God, and those sinful acts of killing baby girls will never be forgiven by God." ”

"God?"

"It's the god of the Francis." Asking Chenzi tied a beautiful knot, and he used that special pair of scissors to cut the thread.

The hideous wound was sewn up, and the wound sewn by the sheep intestine was coiled on Jiang Banxia's shoulder like a centipede.

"Don't see water." Ask Chenzi instructed: "Eat less spicy and greasy." ”

"The Taoist is proficient in the language of Fanbang, why don't you go to Honglu Temple to serve?" Jiang Banxia asked while wrapping sackcloth: "It's better than guarding this broken temple." ”

"Where is Honglu Temple so easy to enter." Wen Chenzi put away the medicine box: "The poor road is used to idle clouds and wild cranes, it's good to stay here." ”

Jiang Banxia saw that Chenzi was unwilling to continue this topic, and she arched her hand and said, "My brother's injury should also ask the Taoist chief to help take a look." ”

"Don't worry, you should do your best." Wen Chenzi took the medicine box and went to the next door, and he asked Xiao Tong to bring some food to Jiang Banxia, which was regarded as a good fate.

This woman's face is extraordinary, and she may have a great deal in the future.