Ye Qing's expression changed greatly, and he hurriedly stepped forward to check.

After a busy day, Ye Qing let out a sigh of relief and knelt beside Zhang Xiuran.

Qi Heng, who was watching anxiously and worriedly, saw this, although he knew that Gongzi was still alive, he couldn't help but ask:

"Brother Ye, how is Childe?"

"It's just that my body is too weak and I fainted."

Qi Heng, who was completely relieved, said in a deep voice:

"Brother Ye, I'll leave it to you."

As he spoke, Ye Qing began to flip through the package next to him to see what medicinal herbs were inside.

The best gold sore medicine, the kind that God Qi is famous for, is sold in Zai's Chinese Medicine Museum, and Ye Qing has no shortage of medicine in this paragraph.

Some of the prepared medicinal materials that replenish qi and blood, Ye Qing has been drinking a lot in Zai's Chinese Medicine Hall these days.

"This herb is not ordinary." Ye Qing's gaze fell on Zhang Xiuran's brocade cloth strip that was stunned with a large amount of blood, and said worriedly: "This can make the wound worse, how many injuries have you suffered......

The slender fingers fell on the wound, after a careful work.

Three shocking wounds appeared in Ye Qing's eyes.

The wound turned outward, and the bone was visible deeply.

At this moment, the gold sore medicine was full of wounds, and the medicine in many places was pushed up by a little blood that kept coming out.

I don't know if it's because Zhang Xiuran has already lost too much blood, there is not much blood coming out of the wound, and the gold sore medicine applied is like duckweed on the water.

In many places of the wound, it has festered and suppurated, and the yellow turbid sewage that flows out also pushes up the gold sore medicine.

Seeing Ye Qingqing's muscles, his hands trembled a little.

Hiss!

He couldn't help but gasp, and then rejoiced:

"Fortunately, you are using good medicine, and Zhang Gongzi is strong and strong, otherwise, Zhang Gongzi would have been breathed a long time ago, even if he is alive, he will not be able to save his arms and legs."

Hearing such serious consequences, Qi Heng wanted to cry without tears, and the next moment, he also reacted.

He asked with implied anticipation: "Brother Ye, can Childe's injury be completely cured?" ”

Ye Qing took out a two-inch long hidden weapon silver needle from his arms.

This is the person from Yuanhetang, before handing it over to Chen Yuming, this secret weapon was delicate and sharp, and He Wen and Ye Qing both kept one, thinking about using it in the future.

I didn't expect it to be used today.

Ye Qing pulled down an extremely slender silk thread from Zhang Xiuran's brocade clothes and said:

"It should be completely cured, but if you lose too much blood, you may hurt the roots, and I don't know if you can heal it."

"Secondly, the wound is too big and will leave a scar."

Hearing this, Qi Hengxin completely put it back in his stomach.

He prayed sincerely:

"It's just a scar, as long as the son can be well, let alone a scar, I will be able to exchange my life with God."

Instructed Qi Heng to make a fire, boil medicine, boil hot water, and boil strips of cloth.

Ye Qing quietly looked at Zhang Xiuran, who was lying on the ground with a pale face.

He whispered:

"Is it because of the stone that the man wanted?"

"None of the fights in your family have been so fierce."

"What the hell is that that has caused you such a wreckage?"

Then, Ye Qing's expression was strange, he thought of something wonderful, and said with a smile:

"By the way, I'll save your life today, you saved my life from Shan Dan's hands before."

"The kindness between the two of us is almost even."

"Oh, yes, protect my sister and Zhang Weng Zhang Po, I still owe you a favor."

Suddenly, Ye Qing, who was a little distressed, scratched his head and said:

"Zhang Xiuran, your love is really not good to repay."

After a while.

Qi Heng, who had prepared his things, returned to the ruined temple.

According to Ye Qing's requirements, start the operation.

The warmth brought by the two bonfires dispelled a lot of the cold, damp and cold in the ruined temple.

When everything is ready.

Ye Qing said: "You burned this silver needle with fire, and the tip of your soft sword was also burned red." ”

Thinking of something, Qi Heng's expression changed greatly, his cheeks twitched a few times, he looked at his son-in-law's pale face, and said in a dumb voice:

"Brother Ye, can Childe resist it?"

tilted his head and glanced at Ye Qing, who was Qi Heng, and understood that the other party wanted to be crooked.

He pointed to the festering wound and said:

"You burn the tip of your sword red and put it in boiling water, so that some of the invisible toxins will disappear."

"Lest in a moment you cut off the wound and carrion with your sword, and there will be toxin remaining."

Qi Heng, who was clear, nodded quickly and said:

"Oh oh oh, I see."

Then he pulled out the soft sword at his waist, looked at the bright sword body, and asked curiously:

"But this sword, I usually wipe it, and I wipe it with clean water, and I haven't touched the poison?"

Ye Qing, who patiently explained, spoke:

"Your sword has killed people and stained blood, even if you wipe it, there may still be remnants."

"Besides, these days, you must have chopped firewood with your sword, and it was stained with the juice of some grass and trees, and maybe it will be poisonous."

"Boiling it with fire and boiling it in water is safer after all."

Qi Heng, who felt that it was very reasonable, immediately felt that his bright and shiny soft sword was dirty.

Without saying a word, he burned the soft sword on the bonfire.

After the tip of the sword was burned with a section of the sword body until it turned red, it was put into the hot water on the side.

Multiply!

The hot water boiled, and a puff of water vapor rose.

Looking at the soft sword that had cooled down, a smile appeared on Qi Heng's face.

He quickly took out the cloth that had been boiled in hot water and wiped the soft sword.

Hand the sword to Ye Qingdao:

"Brother Ye is done."

Ye Qing, who was slightly tugging at the corners of his mouth, looked at Qi Heng who was full of anticipation, and said secretly in his heart:

"If you care, it's chaotic, Brother Qi is usually very smart, but now he has lost his square inch, and he puts all his hope on me."

Thinking about it, he continued to say patiently:

"Brother Qi, your swordsmanship is superb, it's safer for you to come."

"I don't use a sword, and if I do, it might worsen my injuries."

Hearing this, Qi Heng's hand holding the sword trembled slightly.

The soft sword instantly began to shake, like a silver snake swimming.

He grimaced and said worriedly:

"I, I don't dare to do anything to my son."

"If you can't make a move, you have to do it!" Ye Qing frowned, looked at Qi Heng with a solemn face, pointed to the festering wound and said, "If you want your son to live, don't hesitate!" ”

In a word, Qi Heng's trembling hand returned to stability, according to what Ye Qing pointed out.

The silver snake danced, accurately cutting off the festering and pus-filled flesh on the wound on his left arm.

Zhang Xiuran, who was in a coma, instantly appeared with sweat on his face, his handsome cheeks and crawling body twitched, fortunately he was unconscious, otherwise he didn't dare to think about how miserable Zhang Xiuran had to scream.

After cleaning the wound on his left arm in fear, in just a few breaths, Qi Heng was already sweating profusely.

He withdrew his soft sword and gasped for air.

Ye Qing hurriedly stretched out his hand, wiped the wound with a cloth that had been burned hot by hot water, and said, "Quick, burn the silver needle red, wipe it with a cloth, don't overdo it." ”。

Qi Heng immediately did so.

With every movement of Ye Qing, Zhang Xiuran's body trembled.

During this period, Ye Qing kept changing the cloth and wiping the bleeding wound, and finally waited for a wipe, while the blood had not yet reacted, he hurriedly sprinkled a large amount of gold sore medicine, and took the red-hot silver needle that Qi Heng brought over.

As if mending clothes, Ye Qing stitched up the wound on his left arm, which was more than two inches long.

Every time the reddened silver needle is crossed, it causes a smell of burnt meat.

Qi Heng, who was watching from the sidelines, was in pain and sweating in shock, not to mention Zhang Xiuran, who was in a coma, his body was like a sieve.

The pale face became more and more ugly.

After Ye Qing sewed it, he sprinkled the gold sore medicine again, and when he came before, he brought clean clothes, tore a cotton coat into strips of cloth, and after quickly bandaging it, he waited for a few breaths.

Seeing that the strip of cloth was not soaked with blood, he breathed a sigh of relief.

He raised his sleeve and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

Qi Heng on the side also let out a long breath.

In the next moment, Ye Qing's words made Qi Heng nervous again.

"I can't take it easy yet, and there are still two wounds to deal with."

"The wound on the back is the longest, but the remaining gold sore medicine is estimated to be only enough for the right leg."