"I mean, if you can't cure it, then you'll only have ten taels of silver!"

Day!

Mo Yan added this sentence, and Gu Qiqi scolded for a while: This dead man, how dare he scare the old lady?

Her legs were weak and almost fell, but fortunately, she held on to the edge of the kang in time, and she looked at Yan Jinbiao with a scared look: "Young Master Yan, please testify: I can bandage him, and I don't want his silver, but I just ask him not to be angry." The little woman is just a peasant woman, and she can't die in the family! ”

Yan Jin smiled lightly and played with her: "Gu Niangzi, you are the Lang Zhong I invited, he wants to scare you again, I'll clean him up!" ”

As if relieved, Gu Qiqi looked grateful: "With your words, I won't be afraid." Well, do you have a silver needle at home? If you take a set, this cloth will definitely bleed when it is untied. Also, he brought some liquor and clean cotton towels, and there was dirt on the cloth he wrapped. ”

There was already a very good Lang Zhong in this courtyard, so naturally the ones she wanted were delivered quickly.

After taking the things, Gu Qiqi began to untie the cloth on Mo Yan's arm to bandage the wound, and then ordered: "Find a new cotton towel with a length and a width of a foot, soak it in hot water, soak it in wine, and bake it dry in a while and bring it over." ”

Shumo hurriedly went, Gu Qiqi saw that as soon as the cloth was relieved of the blood, it began to gush out, she picked up the silver needle and prick it carefully, carefully, not fast or slowly......

Stopping the bleeding, she carefully took warm water to wash the blood around her, and when the serum was finished, she picked up a cotton towel and dipped it in wine, and gently stretched it towards the wound: "Sizzle...... Sizzle...... Sizzle......"

Hearing Mo Yan's cold instigation three times, Gu Qiqi laughed with revenge in his heart: Dead man, you dare to scare this girl, this is what happens if you scare me!

"Childe, you're in pain, aren't you? Why don't you take it lightly?"

Gu Qiqi's timid expression made Mo Yan impatient: "Okay, what is this pain?" I can bear it, you hurry up! ”

Right!

Hearing this, Gu Qiqi suddenly felt happy in his heart: What is this pain, wipe away your tears, don't ask, continue to hurt!

It wasn't until Mo Yan broke out in a cold sweat that Gu Qiqi stopped: "That Yan Gongzi, I heard Mr. Tang say that a big wound needs stitches, but I haven't stitched it, and I don't have stitches, why don't I wait for Mr. Tang to come back and sew it again?"

Mo Yan's heart sank and sank: "Shumo, in these two villages, there is no other Langzhong?"

Shumo bowed his head: "If you go back to Gongzi, there is also a Langzhong surnamed Huang in the village, who can cure some headaches and wind feelings, and other sick villagers have to be sent to the town in the middle of the night!" ”

Day!

Mo Yan wants to curse!

- Lord, do you have to live in such a ghost place where you don't even have a man?

"Sew! I've never sewn a wound, I've always sewed clothes, right? Shumo, see if Mr. Tang has this in his house! ”

Shumo and Mr. Tang were the people who often followed Prince Ning, so naturally he knew whether Mr. Tang had this or not, and after listening to Mo Yan's request, he immediately ran to Mr. Tang's house.

After a while, he ran out: "Yes, yes, I found it." ”

The needle is a little thicker than the embroidery needle, and the thread is a delicate embroidery thread, but I don't know if there is sterilization.

Gu Qiqi threaded the thread and thought about it, put the needle and thread in the wine bowl and soaked it, and picked it up a little hesitantly: "Shumo, I forgot to ask Mr. Tang if there is hemp boiling?" This stitch should be very painful! ”

Mo Yan was annoyed: "No need! I can stand it! ”

Okay!