Chapter Ninety-Five: Timely Rain

Walking needles in the veins, especially this kind of forcible sealing behavior, will more or less cause irreversible damage to the meridians, which may not be anything to ordinary people, but Zimo is a person who practices martial arts, and the unimpeded flow of the meridians is very important to him.

"Sister, look, Brother Zimo's wound is really not bleeding." Yuan Hao happily shook Yuan Qiu's arm.

Yuan Qiubai glanced at him and said angrily: "Look at you like this, it seems that you don't believe in your sister's medical skills, and you have to see to believe it?" ”

Yuan Hao scratched his head embarrassedly, stuck out his tongue and said, "What's the matter, I have always believed in my sister's medical skills, really." ”

Yuan Qiu scratched his nose: "You little ghost, I don't know what you're thinking?" ”

Soon after the bleeding stopped, Yuan Qiu used a needle and thread soaked in wine to close the wound.

Yuan Hao had been standing on the sidelines and watching, and he saw that his sister's hand holding the needle and thread was constantly flying and lingering on Brother Zimo's body, his movements were fluent and fast, and each stitch was accurate as if he had practiced thousands of times, not at all like the first time he had sutured a wound.

When did my sister learn such a good medical skill, he didn't even know at all, is it really as my sister said, this medical skill was taught by a white-bearded old grandfather who met in the mountains three years ago?

Suddenly the wind began outside, and a torrential rain poured down, bringing gusts of cold air into the inner room.

"Why is it raining all of a sudden?" Yuan Hao stood at the window and muttered, closing all the windows according to his sister's instructions to prevent the cold from attacking.

At this time, Zimo's body was defenseless, and a slight chill could make him catch a cold and fever, and a high fever would complicate his injuries.

"It's a timely rain." Yuan Qiu listened to the sound of rain outside, and couldn't help but hook his lips and smile.

Yuan Hao was puzzled: "What's so good about raining?" ”

"Zimo ran all the way, there must have been a lot of traces left on the road, even if the night is thick now, the other party has not yet found it, but once the sky is cloudy, these traces will be exposed in front of people, they follow this trace all the way, are you afraid that you won't find our house?"

Yuan Hao was shocked in his heart, thinking of the evil god and fierce man he saw that day, he couldn't help but turn pale, and said, "Then, what should I do?" ”

"So it's a timely rain, and with this rain, any traces will be washed away, and even if they want to find Xipo Village, it will take some more time."

Yuan Hao exhaled a long breath at this time, patted his chest and said, "Fortunately, this is really a life-saving rain." ”

Just after Zi Shi, Zi Mo began to have a fever, as Yuan Qiu expected, although this rain helped them a lot, but it would also bring them some trouble, the rain was cold in the late autumn night, and only a wisp of wind cold invaded Zi Mo's body, which was enough to make him seriously ill for three days.

There are no special herbs for fever reduction in her medicine box, so she can only temporarily take physical antipyretic, constantly apply a cold towel to her forehead, and then wipe her body with a hot towel, and so on and on, and finally retreat from high fever at dawn, Yuan Qiu couldn't stand it because of a night's fatigue, and fell asleep on Zimo's kang head.

When Zimo woke up, the pain of the wound and broken leg made him unbearable, but he was a man after all, no matter how painful it was, he would not seem to be shouting like a woman, he gritted his teeth and opened his eyes, everything in front of him was so familiar, so that he was very reassured, he actually came back, after a bloody battle last night, he escaped by luck, when he was seriously injured, and drugged, the sky was dark, he couldn't discern the direction at all, only with a wave of obsession to move forward slowly, until he gradually lost consciousness.