The man in black used his sword to split the "hidden weapon", and the hand holding the sword was inevitably stained with some powder. It was visible to the naked eye that his hands had a red rash, and the itching was unbearable, and the movement of the sword dance was naturally affected. The three small children of the Song family saw the same, and took local materials, one holding a rattan in one hand, the other holding a wooden stick, and one hand and a big stone, and launched a fierce attack on the man in black.

Although the man in black had an uncomfortable itchy hand, he still defended it very tightly...... "Oops! "Which hapless kid shot him in the head with a slingshot?

"Alas! It's a pity, I wanted to shoot him in the eye! Liumao didn't know when he got out of the battle circle, holding a slingshot in his hand, with a look of chagrin.

"Look for death!" The man in black exuded a tyrannical aura, he scratched hard a few times on his hand, leaving blood marks, the itching was suspended, his eyes showed a fierce light, one kick at a time, kicked away Da Mao and Er Mao, and the sword in his hand went towards the six hairs.

Wumao shouted: "Little Liu, get out of the way!" The rattan in his hand rolled towards the wrist of the man in black. The man in black cut the rattan with his backhand, and the castration continued, seeing that Liumao was about to die under the sword......

At this time, there was a sound of breaking the air. The man in black twisted his body, and the long sword in his hand danced rapidly, splitting the arrows that came at him. Arrows came one after another, and the itching on the black-clothed man's hand affected his movements, only to hear a muffled snort, and the black-clothed man fell to the ground with an arrow.

A few figures emerged from the forest, and Song Damao protected his younger brothers behind him, looking at the few people holding bows and arrows with vigilance.

There were several teenagers, one of whom had an injured arm and was hanging from his chest.

The young man in his hand had thick eyebrows and big eyes, he looked the Song brothers up and down, raised his eyebrows and said, "Yo!" I didn't expect that the small mountain village, Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon, could actually fight on a par with the carefully trained secret guards of King Hui. Is it a dark guard? Or are the little brothers good at kung fu? ”

The handsome-looking young man beside him glanced at his injured arm and said, "The secret guard is not a vegetable, others don't know, can you still not know?" ”

Song Damao frowned and asked, "Who are you?" Why are you here? ”

"Oh! We're chasing the man in black! Another young man with a long body and a warm face looked at Simao who was lying on the ground, took out a bottle of Jinchuang medicine from his arms, and said, "This is your brother, right?" If he doesn't treat him, his life may be in danger. ”

With so much blood shed, it seemed to him that it would be difficult to save it.

Song Ziran recognized the most beautiful young man, and ran into the forest despite the obstruction of his brothers. She didn't recognize the little brother of the goldfish, but came to Simao's side and whispered two words: "Fourth brother!" Fourth brother! ”

She saw the wound on the fourth brother's back, fortunately it was only a skin injury, and it didn't hurt the muscles and bones, but the wound was a little big, and the blood flowed a little too much, which was scary to look at.

Using a basket covered with floral cloth as a cover, she took out a bottle of medical alcohol from the kitchen space—this was prepared by her somewhat hygienic assistant, and she didn't know when to put a bottle in the kitchen.

She took out the sheep intestines she had been going to try to make, sewing needles, and soaked them in alcohol to disinfect them. Seeing that the fourth brother's wound was covered with dust and grass clippings, she poured alcohol on it again. Simao, who was in a coma, convulsed all over his body due to the pain.

Song Ziran said sorry to him in her heart, but there was an infirmary in her research room, which contained all kinds of disinfectant and non-irritating potions, but they were not unlocked! In order to prevent the wound from becoming infected, he could only wronged the fourth brother and let him endure the pain.

Xiao Jinyu saw this little girl who looked like three or four years old, skillfully threading needles and threads on human flesh and skin, and her eyes were full of exploration - the art of suturing, he had seen it in an ancient medical book, but it was difficult to implement, and many soldiers died of wound infection.

Where did this little girl learn how to suture? Also, what did she use to clean her wound before stitching it up? Why is she so skilled in stitching? She looks like she's only four or five years old at most, but she's as steady as an old dog! That's too inconsistent, isn't it?

Also, this little girl, why does he become more familiar the more he looks at it?

Oh! I remembered that three years ago, he had come here, and Cousin Qianao had taken away the daughter of a farmer at the foot of the mountain. Later, at the temple fair, he happened to save a female doll held by traffickers. Isn't that the little girl in front of you!

Calculate, the milk doll is almost this age, the eyebrows and eyes are as delicate as ever, and the person has grown, more delicate and beautiful!

After the stitching was completed, Song Ziran easily took the golden medicine in Fang Wentao's hand and sprinkled a thick layer on the wound. Fan Qianao said distressedly: "Do you know how expensive this golden medicine is? This medicine works well, you don't need to sprinkle so much! ”

Song Ziran glanced at him lightly, threw the bottle of Jinchuang medicine to him, and said in his heart: It is said that the richer you are, the more you will pick the door, and this is true.

Fan Qianao understood the meaning in her eyes and shouted, "Is this a matter of silver?" This kind of Jinchuang medicine is made by the holy hand of medicine in Beijing, and there are only about 100 bottles a year, and you can't buy it with money! ”

Song Ziran pouted: A golden medicine like this, give her a tael of silver to make him ten bottles! The hemostatic effect is 100 times stronger than this, and it also has anti-inflammatory effects!

That's right! She can prepare Jinchuang medicine and sell it to major pharmacies! I heard that there is a shortage of Jinchuang medicine in the Northland Pharmacy, it seems that there is a shortage of Panax notoginseng or something. It's not difficult for her, the medicinal materials that can be replaced, she can say three or five when she opens her mouth, and the medicinal effect is not discounted!

Xiao Jinyu looked at the basket next to her and asked, "If I'm not mistaken, your name is Fuya, right?" Fuya, what did you just use to clean his wounds? Why do I smell alcohol? ”

"It's liquor...... Song Ziran said slowly, "high-concentration liquor!" Kills dirt in wounds. ”

"Kill the dirty? Let's not talk about whether there is anything active in this wound, just say this white bar, how to kill it? Drunk? Fan Qianao held his stomach and laughed.

Song Ziran glanced at him contemptuously and said, "If I don't talk to people who don't know anything, it will lower my grade!" ”

"Joke is joke, no personal attack!" Fan Qianao pulled her head rope with her hand, and successfully pulled the small tugging on her side.

"Huh? Why did my hands itch all of a sudden...... It's so itchy, it's so itchy! When Fan Qianao was about to pull the pigtail on the other side of her, there were suddenly a lot of rashes on the back of her hand, and the more she scratched it, the more itchy. He jumped on the spot like a monkey, scratching alternately with his hands.

Sanmao remembered the packet of medicinal powder he threw to the man in black, and then glanced at the back of the man in black's hand on the ground, which had been scratched by flesh and blood, and couldn't help but cover his mouth and smile.