Xue Huai: "The poor monk is one of the three medical officers who healed General Yue. The doctor was busy, and it was inconvenient for Chief Medical Officer Chang to wait here as a man, so the poor monk sat here. The first is to observe the general's condition, and the second," he looked at Yue Song meaningfully, "in case someone takes the opportunity to assassinate the general." ”

Yue Song sneered, the long sword sent two points forward, and said disdainfully: "That chief medical officer is a man and it is inconvenient for you to sit here?" ”

Xue Huai: "There is no distinction between men and women in the monks, and there is no difference between men and women in the world as poor monks. ”

"And who is going to assassinate my sister?" Yue Song took half a step forward, and the long sword and Xue Huai's neck were slightly tighter, "I just want to see my sister's injury, what does it have to do with you, a monk?" ”

With a "ding" sound, a sleeve arrow was nailed to the edge of Yue Tang's bed, and a string of Buddhist beads was wrapped around it, which could block the process of the sleeve arrow piercing Yue Tang's neck.

Yue Song didn't look back, and he knew that his attack ended in failure, so he immediately decided to push the long sword, wanting to kill the witness in front of him. However, his sword only advanced for a moment before it faltered, and the blade was caught by Xue Huai with two fingers, unable to move at all.

Yue Song exerted force in his hands, sweating slightly on his forehead, and looked at Xue Huai in disbelief: "You! His other hand took advantage of the situation, but was gently pinched by Xue Huai seemingly casually, and the sound of broken wrist bones suddenly rose.

"Ahh ...... hissed" Yue Song took off his long sword in pain, held the wrist bone of the other hand in one hand and stepped back against the wall, surprised and indignant, "Who are you!" ”

Xue Huai's expression was calm, he casually put the long sword on the table beside him, and looked at Yue Song calmly: "Poor monk, Xue Huai." ”

"A monk has such martial arts!" Yue Song was angry, his eyes gradually darkened, "Where are you placing orders?" If you dare today, you will kill me, otherwise, I will kill your temple and leave no land!" ”

Xue Huai clasped his hands together and smiled slightly: "The Jingkong Temple where the poor monk is located is the imperial court, what does General Yue want to do, please." ”

Yue Song frowned: "Pure Sky Temple? The Pure Sky Temple on Qingmu Mountain? ”

Xue Huai: "Exactly. ”

Yue Song's expression changed. He stared at Xue Huai a few times, suddenly squinted as if he remembered something important, snorted heavily, stepped forward to pick up his long sword and inserted it back into the scabbard at his waist, let out a long breath with his nose, squinted at Xue Huai with a side face, and said: "If you don't tell me about today's events, I will let go of the Pure Sky Temple and you." With that, he walked to the edge of the bed and tried to pull out his sleeve arrow and take it away.

"Leaving the sleeve arrow as the basis for today, the poor monk kept silent." Xue Huai said unhurriedly behind him.

Yue Song wanted to pull out the hand of the sleeve arrow and paused. He knew that if this monk wanted to leave this sleeve arrow, he would not be able to resist.

Yue Song retracted his hand and looked at Xue Huai: "What kind of friendship do you have with my sister?" ”

Xue Huai's expression was frank: "A gentleman's friend." ”

"It's better to be like this." Yue Song snorted lightly, turned his head and left.

Xue Huai saw that he was out of the inner room before retracting his gaze, got up and walked to the bed, reached out to take off the Buddha beads and pulled out the sleeve arrow, took it in his hand and looked at it carefully before putting it in his sleeve, looked at Yue Tang, who still had no sign of opening his eyes, and raised his hand to gently tuck the quilt that had just been messed up by Yue Song.

Xue Huai leaned out two fingers and pressed them lightly on the pulse of Yue Tang's wrist, concentrating carefully. After taking the pulse, he returned her arm to the quilt, folded his hands and whispered "offended" to her, and then uncovered the futon on her chest and abdomen to examine her wounds. Yue Tang's clothes on the wound were cut through a gap, which not only covered her other skin but also clearly saw the wound, which was exactly what Xue Huai did to guide a folk girl.

The wound is still ulcerated and tends to enlarge, similar to the symptoms of the epidemic. Xue Huai gently closed his shirt and quilt, got up and stirred the earth spirit flower powder into a bowl of thick medicinal juice on the table not far away, and then rubbed the thicker and thicker ointment on the gauze, and returned to the bed to cover Yue Tang with the wound. Then he summoned the folk girl who had cut off Yue Tang's clothes and had been serving her to drink medicine, and asked the folk girl to pour the medicinal juice into Yue Tang in the previous way.

The folk girl took the medicine bowl and a piece of wheat straw, sucked the medicinal juice into the wheat straw and then blew it into Yue Tang's mouth.

Xue Huai folded his hands and bowed his head in thanks: "It's really hard." ”

The folk girl smiled: "It's nothing, farm work is much more tiring than this." ”

Xue Huai bowed his head again, but the folk girl hadn't left yet, looking at him with a smile.