Author: Battle of Tiandu

When the old village chief walked in, he saw a man who was swollen from top to bottom.

Suddenly, for fear of the burnt injuries all over his body, he took a few steps back and almost sat down on the ground.

However, the old village chief still raised his courage and picked up the person who was stuck in the middle of several large stones with the wooden stick in his hand.

Soon after.

The old and young masters in the whole small village, under the shouting of the old woman Wang, heard that the old village chief, who had always been honest and kind-hearted.

Carrying a monster-like dead man back home, in an instant, this remote mountain village exploded, and all the old and young masters talked about it.

Especially some old women, muttering about bad luck, monsters in the mountains, and so on.

At the east end of the village, at the door of a small courtyard built of wood, earth and stone, there is a group of old and young masters standing at the moment.

"Is this old village chief crazy? how could he bring that dead man to his house?"

An old woman with a wrinkled face poked her head out and looked through the door, then said to a white-haired old woman beside her.

"It is estimated that the village chief is old and confused, right? He will do it so ignorantly, and it is really unlucky!" The old woman in a floral cloth apron said in a voice.

"I said, you old women, don't talk nonsense here, if you have this spare time, you might as well go home and cook, the village chief's character, the old man I know best, he can't be so confused, bring home a dead man of unknown origin."

An old man with a black face said this, put the dry tobacco pouch in his hand on the ground and knocked it, looking incredulous.

"You old black man, why don't you believe it, I just heard what Mrs. Wang said is true, there is indeed a dead man with injuries all over his body, and he was brought back by the village chief, or you can go in and take a look."

An old woman with a wrinkled face looked back at the black-faced old man and said angrily.

Not long after, while everyone was talking, a young man with a hoe on his shoulder in the distance strode towards this place like a meteor.

His tired eyes were a little tired, and when he saw the villagers at the gate of his house at this time, a trace of doubt flashed in his eyes, and he couldn't help but speed up a little faster.

"Uncle Liu, second aunt...... What are you looking at here?" the dark-skinned man asked hesitantly as he put his hoe on the ground.

"Liu Dashan, come into the house and take a look! Your father came back with a dead man on his back this afternoon," the old woman in the floral cloth apron hurriedly urged, looking at the dark-skinned man.

When the dark-skinned man suddenly heard the word "dead", his dark face turned a little whiter, and a look of worry suddenly appeared in his eyes.

Without saying a word, he threw away the hoe in his hand, and hurried into the house, leaving the old woman who had not finished speaking, with a look of surprise.

At this moment, in a very simple wooden house, there was a bamboo bed against the wall, and on it lay a stinking man, whose face was very pale from the blisters, and had begun to show signs of decay.

There were also two old men over half a hundred years old standing beside the bamboo bed, one dressed in a black coat with a goatee more than three inches long on his chin.

The other old man, dressed in coarse cloth clothes and with a very kind face, was the old head of this small mountain village.

"How, can this poor child be saved?"

The kind-faced old village chief glanced at the man lying on the bamboo bed, turned around, and asked the old man in black Qiu on the side.

"Uh...... It's hard to say, in his case",......

The person who was asked let out a long breath, then shook his head, with a helpless look on his face, he really didn't want to say what he said later.

"How do you say that he is also the eldest doctor in our village, you can think of a way for me to save this poor baby!

The old village chief understood the old doctor's thoughts and shook his head, and out of kindness, he still pleaded with good words.

"According to my years of medical experience, he has been broken all over his body, and even the bones around him have ...... It's almost all shattered."

"Look, his hands and feet seem to have been burned by the fire, even if he still has a breath, but he has already stepped into the ghost gate with half a foot, even if the gods descend to earth, I am afraid it will be difficult to save him."

"You say, how can I heal him, if he wants some ordinary wind and cold, bruises and the like, I have a way, get some mountain herbs, and can cure him, he is in this situation, most likely he will not survive."

"Look, old village chief, let's forget it!" the old doctor let out a long sigh and shook his head in words.

"Wang Dahai, don't detour me, old man, I'll tell you, you can be cured today, and if you don't, you have to be cured." The old village chief's face was blank and he began to go crazy.

"It's not that the old village chief doesn't want to treat, it's that I don't have the right herbs in my hands, otherwise, let's bury him, and it can be regarded as accumulating virtue."

The old doctor, a little afraid of the majesty of Village Chief Liu, said a little timidly.

"What? You tell me what you just said again, Wang Heitou, you're afraid you're dizzy! He obviously wants to breathe, you hurry up and find a way to cure him, otherwise, you take your things, and the old man will get out."

The old village chief was furious when he heard this, his face was blue, he raised his hand and pointed at the old doctor, who was a little timid at this time, and scolded.

"Dad, what are you arguing about!"

The door was closed, and there was a bang, and a dark-skinned man walked in, and he cried out.

The next moment, he looked at the person lying on the bamboo bed, and already knew in his heart that the gossip at the gate was true, so he couldn't help but gasp, and hurriedly asked:

"Dad, why did you bring this unknown person back, isn't it okay to find trouble, hurry up and get it away!"

"You're back, eh...... This has nothing to do with you! you go out first, and I'll explain it to you later."

Seeing this, Dr. Wang immediately changed the topic, "Then I'll go back first, your father and son can figure out their own way, whether it's to save or something else, I won't participate"!

Wang Heitou in the old village chief's mouth, saying this, was about to go out, but suddenly Dr. Wang's sleeve was pulled by Village Chief Liu.

"Wang Laohei, if you don't save people today, you can't go there, I'll find a way to find a way to use medicinal materials, you say!

Village Chief Liu pushed his son, who was surprised at this time, to the side, blocked in front of Dr. Wang, and said without hesitation.

"Dad, where did he come from, take him away quickly! We can't let him die at our house!" Liu Dashan glanced at the person on the bamboo bed, looked at the person on the bamboo bed, and pleaded.

At this moment, a sharp baby cry suddenly came, which made the three doctors who were in a stalemate at this time stunned.

"Dashan, let's go see what's wrong with the child, is it that Xiaolian can't take care of him, can't let him cry like this, you don't need to follow here", the old village chief suddenly said with a worried look on his face.

The baby's cry, like piercing the silent place of death, penetrated the body, so that the person who was lying on the bamboo bed dying at this time suddenly felt like a lightning strike, and his whole body suddenly trembled.

This strange scene happened to be seen by Dr. Wang, and he subconsciously let out a sigh of surprise, and muttered in confusion:

"No matter how serious the injury is, he can still move, it seems that this person should not be killed, so the old man tried his best to treat it."

"Why are you still doing it? Why don't you go and see your daughter-in-law and children, the old village chief is in a hurry."

"Old village chief, I think you're right, no matter what, you still have to work hard to save it, I'll go back and prepare", Dr. Wang took a deep breath, thought about it slightly, and said solemnly.

I also know that you feel sorry for your medicinal herbs, and you don't show them easily, Wang Heitou, as long as you save him, I will give you double portions of what you spent."

Village Chief Liu sent his son away, turned around, and said slowly.

"It is the duty of a doctor to cure the sick and save people, I don't mean that, I will go back and prepare some things first, and I will come immediately."

After Dr. Wang left, the old village chief looked at the whitened man who was soaked, sighed and muttered to himself:

"Child, I don't know where you came from, and I don't know what happened to you, presumably your family is already looking for you at this time, you must hold on, I will go and find a way for you. ”

The old village chief said this, his eyes were slowly misty, and a line of tears slowly fell.

After about a stick of incense, in this quiet room, I saw an old man burning the sharp knife in his hand against the dim candle flame.

He looked at the red-hot blade, and without stopping, slashed at the knee of the man lying on the bamboo bed.

The next moment, I saw a slender wound, which was cut open by a knife, flowing out of the skin and flesh tissue below the skin, and streams of blood flowed out.

Suddenly, a ray of blue light, like an arc of electricity, flashed through the muscles.

Dr. Wang, who was operating at the moment, frowned slightly and sighed lightly. He looked at this strange scene, but his hand subconsciously stopped.

"What's wrong", Liu Dashan, who was playing on the side, said suspiciously, he didn't notice the scene just now.

"What a strange thing!"

"I just saw something strange in this man's muscles." Doctor Wang muttered to himself.

At this time, another blue light flashed in the muscles, and this time Doctor Wang and Liu Dashan, who was holding the tray, saw this scene, and their faces suddenly changed.

He subconsciously exclaimed, "Monster".

The tray in his hand snapped and fell to the ground, involuntarily taking a few steps back.

"Uncle Wang, this is a monster." Liu Dashan, who looked scared, pointed to the person on the bamboo bed and said to Dr. Wang, who was sitting on the side.

"Don't be afraid, continue to heal his wounds, even if he is a monster, in my hands, he is just an injured patient. “

Doctor Wang settled down, stood up and said, and continued to heal his wounds.

Half a month later, one early morning.

In the early morning, the sun stretched out its arms lazily and smiled at the urging of the roosters.

The golden thread warmly shone into the room, reflecting the whole room in gold.