Chapter 53: Changing Clothes and Applying Medicine

The silver-haired man's forehead was hot like fire, and it seemed that he was in a high fever and unconscious.

Han Yue took off the strip of cloth tied on his left hand, and his hand had already begun to swell, and the burned area was soaked in gray white, and it was soft when pressed.

He gently unfastened his collar, revealing half of his shoulder, and a layer of translucent liquid was oozing from the arrow wound that had been shot, mixed with blood, and it seemed that the wound had pus.

There was a knock outside the door, and Han Yue hurriedly covered his collar.

Opening the door, there were two soldiers and a doctor with a medicine box standing in the doorway. The doctor entered the room to check the silver-haired man's pulse and check the burns on his hands. Han Yue only said that he still had it on his shoulder, hiding the sword wound on his ribs.

The doctor wrote a recipe for internal administration and handed it to the soldier, leaving two bottles of external application powder, corresponding to burns and sword wounds. Han Yue thanked the doctor and asked the soldiers to prepare some hot water for bathing.

After a while, two men who looked like housekeepers came in carrying a huge wooden barrel, and several more housekeepers came in carrying wooden barrels and pouring hot water. Suddenly a white mist filled the room. A young woman who looked like a servant girl was holding clean clothes in her hands, and said that her son had sent her to serve. Han Yue hurriedly said: "Don't bother the girl here, please ask the girl to see the medicine and catch it." The servant girl made a promise, put down her clothes, gave a deep salute, and turned to leave. As he left, he peeked at the silver-haired man lying on the bed.

Han Yue confirmed that the door was closed, then he breathed a sigh of relief, he took off his wet coat and threw it on the ground, rolled up the sleeves of his middle coat, picked a soft cloth towel to dip it in, walked to the bed and untied the collar of the silver-haired man, gently wiped the wound on his shoulder, and lifted his upper body, taking off his clothes little by little, revealing his naked upper body. Due to the high heat, the tattoo on his body has been fully revealed: a crimson dragon. It is said to be a dragon, but it does not have dragon horns or claws. And those few pieces of cyan scale armor happened to be in the dragon body part.

Han Yue got up and washed the cotton cloth, wanting to wipe the sword wound between the ribs, but for some reason, his fingers always unconsciously scratched those scales. The scales are a little hard, but they are smooth, one piece two pieces three pieces... There are nine pieces in total, five on the left rib and four on the right. And the tattoo, the lines are delicate and realistic, it looks familiar, is it the handwriting of someone? The dragon's mouth raised high is facing the small bean on the chest, the small bean may be standing upright because of the cold, it is a light pink. Han Yue's index finger tapped lightly.

"Just wipe it all, just to dissipate the body heat. He was still silently convincing himself in his heart, but his hand had already acted first. Slowly remove the mid-pantles, thighs, calves, and toes, and rub them a little bit. And the grassy place, where there is also a coiled dragon, which has no horns and no claws...

Han Yue held her breath, finally finished wiping, stabilized her mind, took the medicinal powder, sprinkled it evenly on the wound, and wrapped it tightly. The clothes sent to him were worn on him, and the calves and forearms were exposed, which looked a little funny, but fortunately the important parts were covered.

Han Yue gently covered him with the quilt, straightened up, and stood on the edge of the bed just about to admire his masterpiece, only to find that the braid at the back of his head was still greasy and drooping on the pillow. Han Yue shook his head slightly, blaming himself for his negligence. So he scooped up another scoop of hot water, brought it to the bed, untied his long braids, and dipped the comb in the water, combing it again and again. Grate clean hair like a waterfall. Was he born silver, or was he turned white later? How old was he? Was he old?

Han Yue gathered the charcoal basin in the house, took off his clothes and pants, and stepped into the big wooden barrel. The water was still hot, and he shivered, and first let his feet get used to it, and then he sank his body and immersed himself in the water along with his head. He tried to hold his breath, silently counting in his heart: one, two, three... When he counted to five, he finally lifted his head out of the water and gasped for air. It's so comfortable. It's finally time to take a break. Leaning against the edge of the barrel, Han Yue closed his eyes relaxedly.

Hearing the knock on the door in a daze, Han Yue opened his eyes suddenly and asked, "Who?" A girl's voice came from outside the door: "Childe, the medicine is ready." Han Yue felt that the water in the bucket was already a little cold. He got up from the barrel and picked up a change of clothes. According to his temperament, it doesn't hurt to open the door casually, but for some reason, this time he put on his clothes neatly before opening the door.

It's still the maidservant, who comes in with a food box. She opened the food box, took out two bowls of medicine, a pot of hot tea, and two plates of snacks, and gently placed them on the table. Han Yue asked, "What time is it?" The servant girl replied: "Hui Gongzi, it's two o'clock in the hour." Han Yue sighed.

After the maidservant and the housekeeper took away the wooden barrel and dirty clothes, Han Yue broke a small piece of the snack sent to him, mixed it with some tea, and then helped the silver-haired man up, pried it open with a spoon, fed him a little food, and poured more than half a bowl of medicine. I also ate two pieces of snacks indiscriminately, drank a few sips of tea, felt very tired, and simply didn't take off my clothes, and fell asleep beside him.

People are so tired that they don't even bother to dream. When I woke up, the winter sun was already shining obliquely on the edge of the door. Han Yue touched his forehead and neck, feeling that it was not so hot, and then untied the bandage and looked at the wounds everywhere, and sprinkled new medicine. The person guarding the door seemed to hear the motive inside the house, and asked loudly, "Childe, are you up?"

Under the service of the maid yesterday, Han Yue finished washing, and asked while holding her hair in a bun in front of the bronze mirror, "What about the rest?" The maid said that they had all gotten up and had breakfast in the flower hall. Han Yue didn't want to rush to see the others, he wanted to wait for the silver-haired man to wake up, and he had to ask him a lot of things first. So he said to the maidservant, "Just say that I am still sleeping, and I will not go over first." The maid blinked, nodded knowingly, and went out to serve breakfast.

A few books were placed on the desk in the guest room, and Han Yue finished breakfast, took a casual strategy, and leaned on the side of the bed to flip through. But I kept thinking about what I had experienced along the way. What are they looking for, as if there is a thread leading them down, but they don't know why.

The first secret order I got was to follow the palm of the hand and his party to find something called the Yin Soldier Talisman. Enter Cao Chong's tomb and get the gold book. In order to unravel the bird and insect seal on the gold book, I went to Jingzhou again. I learned from Mr. Chisel that there is a temple that can be like a temple, and found a hexagram array in the stele forest in the back mountain, and after falling into the hole, after several twists and turns, I got a bunch of unknown birds and insects. By the way, what about the words that have been delineated? It should be at Uncle Zi Huanyi. It feels like you're doing useless work. It's been more than half a month since this road was calculated, and I don't know how the two roads of Mengzi and Miko are now.

Han Yue was thinking about it in his heart, when he felt a movement on his legs, and in a blink of an eye, he saw that one of the silver-haired man's hands stretched out of the quilt and was groping. Han Yue hurriedly looked sideways at his face. I saw the silver-haired man's eyes open slightly. Han Yue called softly: "Are you awake?"

"Hmm~" Han Yue was very happy, helped him sit up, then brought a glass of water, handed it over and said, "Drink saliva." ”。 The silver-haired man raised one hand and fumbled for the teacup, but he couldn't reach it for a long time. Han Yue was a little strange and stuffed the teacup into his hand: "Your eyes... The silver-haired man said lightly: "In the daytime, I can't see clearly." Han Yue remembered that the two times he saw the silver-haired man, it was at night, and it was dark in the cave. Han Yue took the empty teacup and said softly, "Are you better?" The silver-haired man pressed the wound site with his hand and nodded.

Han Yue fed him porridge, and he didn't refuse, taking one bite at a time, eating very slowly. After eating, the silver-haired man said, "Have something to ask." Han Yue still said, "If you don't say it, I won't ask." The silver-haired man groped by the bed, and Han Yue handed him the pipe: "Looking for this?" He grabbed the pipe, held it in his mouth, and inhaled it empty, looking at his expression, as if the pipe was full of tobacco leaves.

"Don't like the smell of smoke?"

"It would have been. Now, get used to it, it's not bad. ”

The silver-haired man paused, let go, and lowered his pipe.

The winter sun finally got into my body, and it was warm. Both closed their eyes and leaned quietly against the edge of the bed. There was a faint whining music, and Han Yue could hear that it was Huan Yi's flute.