Ah Xiang and the others helped him up from the bed, making room large enough for the ghost brother to operate, and put his head on Ah Xiang's hands, and when they moved him, he made a sound. Drop by drop of blood fell onto the bed.

Ah Xiang carried the basin, I soaked a towel in hot water and began to gently wipe his wounds. I knew it hurt, but his face was still under my hands, he slowed his breathing, he didn't close his eyes, he didn't make a sound.

The ghost brother dipped enough liquor into the wound to apply a small stream of water, from his eyebrows to his hairline. He pressed the liquor with his hand, and Miantang closed his eyes at the moment, and when the stinging pain entered the bone marrow, he shrank for a moment, and I could see his small movements of cringe, and the liquor emitted a pungent smell, and I realized how urgent the ghost brother was doing.

"Come on, hurry up." That Miantang is really a demon, and he is actually urging the ghost brother to operate with a knife as soon as possible.

Brother Ghost is ruthless, he is a person who is more afraid of blood than anyone else, he will make a bloody faint, and the dean's grandmother and Ah Xiang will only kill chickens with knives, but it does not mean that they dare to use knives on people, especially the master's body, they dare not take great responsibility. Everyone looked at each other, no one dared to make a move, I stared, the eyes were full of cold light, the eyes of the six ponies were confused, they gritted their teeth and pounced, holding down the Miantang deadly.

"I'll come." I decided to operate instead of Ghost Brother.

I took the knife and stared at Namiantang and said, "It will hurt." ”

It hurts now, too. He barely managed to squeeze out a weak smile.

I was stunned for a moment, and then I thought fiercely: "Catch him!" ”

That Miantang wanted to resist, but Brother Ghost, Niu Ba, Ah Wu Donkey, Oil Four Chickens, Ah Xiang, and Tian surrounded him. How could a man who was about to lose half of his blood be worthy of these wolf-like guys, he was quickly pressed to the bed by their side, and none of his hands, feet, and backs could move.

Pony Six smiled like a weasel: "Good for you, less, good for you." Ride. ”

I gritted my teeth, dipped the knife in the spirits, and gently blew on the wound, which bled even more. I tore open the clothes and quickly cut through the carrion, the blood in the air was so strong, I was so nervous that my chest was filled with nausea.

He screamed in pain, and the ghost brother hugged him tightly.

I quickly pressed the red dagger on the wound, only to see a puff of green smoke rising from Na Miantang's hand, and the air was filled with the smell of burnt human flesh. He struggled desperately, but was held down by a group of people, unable to move.

The ghost brother hugged him desperately, Ah Xiang wiped his tears from pain, and Tian wiped his sweat.

I threw away the dagger and said nervously: "Then young master, bear with it, don't scream like a girl, the bleeding has stopped, you can survive." ”

That Miantang was in a cold sweat, and he said weakly: "Mao Jiujiu, this kind of thing is only done by you, but it is really the most poisonous woman's heart, the face is merciful, and the heart is ......ruthless."

I don't mind at all: "Admit it, admit it." ”

Ah Xiang's face changed greatly, and she hurriedly walked away, pretending to go to change the towel elsewhere: "The water is not hot enough, I'll continue to bring hot water." ”

The sheets were full of blood, the Miantang's lips were pursed, and his forehead was full of sweat, and the ghost brother stood aside without saying a word, his eyes were extremely anxious, he was worried that I would miss it.

"I'll fix my wound in a moment." Namian Tang continued to command, but his voice was as weak as a fine line.

"I don't know how to mend any wounds, I just mend my own clothes since I was a child." I decided to make it clear that I would not be willing to take advantage of this moment, even if it was both the enemy and the enemy.

"—yes, it's like mending clothes. But flatten the edges of the wound with your fingers. ”

"Is it like flattening the dough and putting it in a pan to bake?"

"Hehe, it's like making veneer cakes." This demon was actually laughing, his voice began to be hoarse, and the smile on the corner of his lips became deeper.

I took out the thickest needle in the sewing box, and the ghost brother was responsible for slowly smoothing the skin at the edge of the wound with his thumb, until the edge of the wound was closed, and the wound was uneven, leaving a scar no matter what. I looked at it quietly, and the ghost brother's face was blue and trembling slightly, and my heart was extremely unbearable.

When I put the needle in the liquor and soaked it, blew it and began to thread the needle with a thread, and when I was about to sew the first stitch, I saw that the pale dean and the mother also hurriedly staggered away, and her face was full of shock, so she also pretended to urge Ah Xiang to quickly serve water: "This Ah Xiang, the movement is too slow." ”

The color of my mouth outlines an unshaven movement.

Needlework and thread are threaded out of the flesh and threaded in, sewing clothes who cannot, so my hands are steady and calm. The fingers were sewing quickly, and the needle and thread went down the wound that the ghost brother's fingers had pressed on. In the end, I finally got busy, and it wasn't too bad.

The wound was successfully 'patched' by me, the wound slowly closed, the blood flow began to decrease, and the corners of the Miantang's lips rose, outlining a very light smile, "Mao Jiujiu, you are really a scourge. ”

"I've been mending my own clothes since I was a kid."

Yes, isn't that the case in my world, every child in the yard is like this, and as you learn, you learn to have survival skills.

I felt Miantang's body slide down my hand, and he lost consciousness. His pale eyes, motionless in pain, finally closed, and I looked away from his wounds, and for the first time I saw him so close, like a magnifying glass—under the severe injury, the face of the face was very ugly, but the lines of the face were still angular, and even in our sleep, it was still resolute and sharp.

I myself was in severe pain, and my jaw was sore. But I prayed for all the gods and goddesses for him, hoping that he would be safe, because only if he was safe and sound, I could be safe.

Night.

"The village doctor is coming." The dean's mother shouted excitedly.

After the village doctor came, he used some local methods to reduce inflammation in Namiantang's wound, took out a small piece of hot medicine soft clay and applied it to the wound, and then wrapped it in a clean cloth, "He will get better soon, fortunately, you can help him suck out the venom in advance and dig out the poisonous flesh." If he didn't do this in advance, he would die. ”

The dean's grandmother stepped forward and stretched out her hand to wipe the sweat off her forehead for Na Miantang, but as soon as her hand touched Na Miantang's skin, she suddenly pulled it back, her eyes were full of panic, she shivered, and looked at the village doctor and said, "Doctor, the young master's forehead is very hot, I'm afraid it's a fever." ”

"He- when is he okay? He's very hot. "The dean's mother is most worried about taking her own life.

"Well, he'll have a fever for a day or two, he'll be tossing and turning in bed, and he'll sweat profusely. But once the fever subsided, he would soon get better. He couldn't get up after three or four days. "The village doctor is very respectful of the identity of that Miantang.

I was arranged to stay in the room to take care of it, which was also his request.

A few hours passed, and Namian Tang had been sleeping quietly. At about three o'clock in the middle of the night, he frowned in his deep sleep, his mouth was dreaming, and he was sweating profusely. I took out a cloth and wiped his brow, and he tossed and turned, his face looking pained. I soothed his cheek and whispered nice things to calm him down, and after about half an hour, he calmed down again. I breathed a sigh of relief and was about to get up from the edge of the bed. Then he suddenly sat up from the bed, opened his eyes frantically, grabbed my wrist, and held it tightly, so that I trembled in pain, and if it weren't for his sake to save my life, I would have beaten him.

"Don't go," he shouted angrily.

"I-I'm going to sleep." I protested.

"She was taken away, one by one! I'm begging for a knack—"

His eyes were filled with great hatred, he was desperately squeezing my wrist and pulling me to his chest, he was confused, he didn't know what he was talking to, he didn't know who he was talking to, I understood that, but I was still afraid of death. He was weak, but he seemed to be strong, and he grabbed my wrists and pressed them hard against the bed.

"I found her, father don't go-"

He let go of my hand and grabbed me by the throat, I wanted to scream but couldn't, he laughed like a bully. I'm going to be strangled to death by him, my blood is gushing up my head, my eyes are starting to blur, and he's still pinching hard. Just then, he suddenly let go of me, and when I opened my eyes, I saw him looking down at me in a daze. He frowned, a deep wrinkle between his brow.

"Mao Jiujiu, what happened to me just now?"

"Damn, kindness is not rewarded, you were delirious just now, Lao Tzu almost returned to his place-" I whispered in a hoarse voice, barely speechless.

"Did I hurt you? I hurt you, because you are a goblin. His voice was kind and gentle, with a caressing tone, but I knew he was still delirious and didn't know what he was talking about, even though his mood had completely changed.

I rolled over and tried to push him down on the bed, but the result was steep, and then his strength seemed to have run out, and he went down again, leaned his head on my shoulder, and pressed me on the bed: "Give me fuck off!"

He was so heavy and slept like a pig that I couldn't push him.

He later fell asleep, and his delirious state had passed, only occasionally flipping. But when he was unconscious, he kept calling a name I had never heard before, and his voice was extremely gentle, and when those two words came out of his lips.

Whenever he called out the man's name, I was clenched by his hand, and he whispered, "Don't go, don't go." ”

I couldn't take my hand away, so I had to respond to him: "Your aunt and grandmother are here, you call someone else, don't hold me so tightly." ”

I don't know if he could hear himself in the coma, but my hand was held by him all the time, and I never even thought that he would have such strength in the coma, only holding my hand so painfully, as if I would not disappear as soon as I let go.

He later fell asleep, and his delirious state had passed, only occasionally flipping. The moonlight faded, and the darkness faded slowly, slowly, slowly. It was just in the morning when the rooster reported that he yawned vigorously and rolled away from me, holding a pillow with both hands and pressing it against one side of his face. I angrily kicked him in the ass a few times, rode on him with hatred, gave him a few punches, and asked while beating: "Let you press Lao Tzu!" Scoundrel! Rich people can't beat your flesh .....?"

I stared at the guy in front of me, he was hurt by me, but he looked at me with no focus, those eyes only reminded me of a dying man, stared at me without curiosity for a moment, then looked at the heavens that might be about to rise, and then closed them. As soon as his eyes were closed, the strength that supported him seemed to disappear, and he tilted his pillow for a moment, and then it was crooked, his belly was all exposed, and he fell asleep again.

"So unbeaten?" I tentatively took a step forward, he didn't seem to be breathing, his ribcage barely heaving, but I wasn't guilty, because his breathing began to steady, and I twitched him on the shoulder: "Pretend to be a ghost another day, get up, bastard." ”

The dean's grandmother came to visit and quickly helped him sort out his clothes. She can't afford to offend this master.