How could the horse understand what he said, and seeing that he was in a violent mood, he even strangled himself with the reins, thinking that he was urging himself to run forward, but of course he was running faster and faster. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

He rode his horse and galloped all the way down and trampled on the stalls of many small vendors, frightening passers-by to avoid them one after another, and the frightened cries of children could be heard.

He shouted for help, but there was no one here to save him.

Han Zhen thought that the performances in those TV series were too accidental, generally horses were frightened and galloped, and there was always a hero who came out to hold the horses. Needless to say, in this town, even in the wilderness, there will be people who will immediately appear to save people and horses.

If he were to take him to the outskirts of town, he might encounter some beasts. This time, I won't be lucky enough to be saved by Xiao Qiong and them again.

I thought that since this horse was so good at running, it would be considered a credit to be able to bring itself out of this city in the sea. But if she meets Wu Xiadie, it will be difficult to say, she will say that she wants to run away again, or run away on horseback.

Seeing that this place was becoming more and more sparsely populated, he had another thought, vaulting. But the horse was running so fast that he didn't have the courage to jump down after several attempts.

But the horse ran for a while, and then returned to the town, until it reached the place where it had been tethered in the first place. The body of the middle-aged man from the previous vegetable gang is still here, which has attracted a large number of onlookers.

After the horse stopped, Han Zhen jumped down and tied the horse, which can be regarded as the return of the object to its original owner.

He was looking for a route to find Qian Zhanjie, and he was worried again, Qian Zhanjie fell from the horse just now and hit the ground first, looking at his injuries and bleeding at that time, this should be dead. But if you live to see people, you must see corpses when you die, and even if he dies, you have to bring his body back.

Just rushed through the crowd, and when he was about to choose a route, he saw that Qian Zhanjie was already standing in front of him. The wounds on his body have been bandaged, and he looks much better than he was just now.

Qian Zhanjie was saved by the surrounding people just now, and a doctor helped him treat his wounds, and his life was saved.

Han Zhen said to him: "Young Master Qian, your vitality is so tenacious, just now I thought you were dead, and I was sad and sad for a while. No wonder people say that good people don't live long, and bad people ......"

Han Zhen immediately shut his mouth, if it is said that a bad person lives for a thousand years, Qian Zhanjie will not be able to do this bad guy to the end.

In this era, Qian Zhanjie has never heard this sentence, but just the previous sentence, a good person does not live long, which makes him angry.

He immediately asked Han Zhen, "Why doesn't this good person live long? ”

Han Zhen made up nonsense: "I missed this sentence, the whole thing is that a good person who lives for a thousand years is not considered a long life, and a bad person who lives for one more day is considered a long life." ”

Seeing him say this, Qian Zhanjie finally became down-to-earth.

Han Zhen touched his head and asked curiously: "Young Master Qian, I couldn't drop you to death just now, could it be that you have practiced iron head skills, I really admire it." ”

Qian Zhanjie said: "If I don't die, it may be that my master is secretly protecting, so I can escape from danger repeatedly." ”

Han Zhen was amused, this Wu Xiadie had already become a Guanyin Bodhisattva-like figure in his eyes.

The two discussed going back, and Han Zhen proposed that he could bring back the body of the middle-aged man over there, so that it would be easy to explain to Wu Xiadie. Qian Zhanjie agreed with Han Zhen's meaning, and the two agreed to let the middle-aged man pretend to be Sun Yifeng, a great benevolent man.

Han Zhen persuaded the onlookers to leave, Qian Zhanjie stepped forward and was about to pick up the middle-aged man, but suddenly the middle-aged man opened his eyes and stabbed him in the heart with a knife.

Before, all the people were unwilling to listen to Han Zhen's persuasion, and just retreated a little, so they surrounded them again. Seeing this scene now, they all retreated into the distance.

Han Zhen never thought that this middle-aged man was not dead, and when he was about to come forward to rescue Qian Zhanjie and attack him, he hung his head to the side, and there was no movement.

Han Zhen tentatively tried his snort, and then tested his pulse, and now he was sure that he was indeed dead.

Qian Zhanjie covered his bleeding wound and fell down, with an extremely painful expression.

Han Zhen helped him up, held down his bubbling and bleeding wound, sighed and said, "Young Master Qian, why are you so troubled, this time you were stabbed in the heart." However, based on your previous injuries, your body is much tougher than the average person. I know you can't die this time, right? ”

Qian Zhanjie slowly closed his eyes and said to Han Zhen: "I'm afraid that I won't be able to survive this time." I feel that the real pain is not on the surface, but on the inside. I actually didn't want to die, I didn't want to leave this world. I had never felt death so close to me, it turned out that death was so terrible. ”

Han Zhen persuaded: "Young Master Qian, now is not the time for you to write prose and recite poems, let's seriously discuss your injuries." In your ancient times, was there an emergency way to stop the bleeding?"

Qian Gongzi shook his head and said: "Han Gongzi, you don't have to have illusions about my wounds anymore, this time I am dead, my heart is very calm, I have never been so calm as today." You just let me go quietly. ”

The people next to him saw that there was not much danger here, so they gathered around again, and talked about Qian Zhanjie's injury, and it seemed that they were also going to help find a way.

A woman said, "There's a herb shop around here, and it has fresh herbs for wounds, so I'll buy some for him to try." ”

Soon she ran back, tried to put some fresh leaves on Qian Zhanjie's wound, and then took a strip of cloth to bandage his wound.

The blood still didn't stop, it kept oozing outward, and after a while, the strip of cloth was also dyed red.

Seeing that the effect was not very great, a young man in his twenties with shabby clothes said: "The centrifugal mouth of this son's bleeding part is too close, and he can be ischemic anywhere, but his heart is not good." So I suggest using a knife to cut off other parts of this son's body, such as the legs, the legs are more bloody, and the blood on this side of the heart is less and it will be safe for the time being. It doesn't matter if one leg is wasted, but if the heart loses too much blood, he will die immediately, and the strong man broke his wrist to save his life, so now he can only do this. ”

As he spoke, he was about to come over and stab Qian Zhanjie in the leg with the firewood knife in his hand.

Han Zhen slammed him away and blamed: "Why are you a woodcutter and farmer talking about medical skills here, this is a living person, not a sewer pipe." It's not worth your life to kill people, right, just open your mouth and come. I think it's quite appropriate for you to be an apprentice to Dr. Liang's quack. ”

The young man repeatedly said that he had good intentions and tried his own way, but Han Zhen was angry and anxious and pushed him aside with a frightening.

Immediately, another big man with a meaty face said to Han Zhen: "In my opinion, stopping the bleeding is not the most important thing, but I am afraid that his wound will rot, and his heart will rot as soon as the wound rots." So you should get some boiling water and pour it on top of his wound to prevent it from rotting. I sell pork, so raw meat is easy to spoil, and cooked meat is relatively less easy to spoil. ”

Han Zhen pushed him back and said, "If you cook Qian Gongzi's whole person, it will be even less perishable." How do you people come up with bad ideas? ”

Another old man approached the front, looked forward at Qian Zhanjie who was lying down, and said that he had a way to save people. Han Zhen said: "A woodcutter and a pork seller can't do the doctor's job." What do you do, I think you look like you run a pawnshop. ”

The old man said: "Don't worry, this son, I am not the kind of person in the market, and I will not come up with those unreasonable ideas, you just believe me, I will definitely help him stop the bleeding." ”

Han Zhen asked him about the way to stop the bleeding, and he said mysteriously that he had a miracle medicine, turned around and left. After a while he returned, not knowing what he was holding.

Han Zhen thought about it, this old man had no grievances with Qian Zhanjie, but he wouldn't use any poison to harm him, at most he used his medicine, Qian Zhanjie's blood still didn't stop, and now he only had a dead horse as a live horse doctor.

The old man directly tore the strip of cloth that Qian Zhanjie was bandaging in his heart, and then put the things in his hand on it.

After a while, when Han Zhen and the others looked again, the bleeding from Qian Zhanjie's wound actually stopped. This made Han Zhen sigh very much, he is really a master in the people.

He went to help Qian Zhanjie and asked him how he felt now and if he had recovered a little mentally.

Qian Zhanjie's face became even paler, he raised his eyelids slightly to look at Han Zhen, and immediately closed his eyes again, his lips trembled slightly, as if he wanted to speak, but he couldn't say it at all.

When Han Zhen looked at his wound again, he found that there were several worms crawling on it, and based on his experience, he judged that these were several blood-sucking leeches.

Han Zhen immediately grabbed the old man and asked: "What is your intention for this old thief, do you want to release leeches to suck up the blood of Qian Gongzi, what kind of grudge do we have with you, you can come openly, don't use such despicable means." ”

The old man explained to Han Zhen: "Don't be angry with this son, I got leeches on him just to save people." Isn't it a good thing that the leech sucks his blood away, and that it doesn't flow outside, not only does it not stain his clothes, but it also doesn't stain the ground. ”

Han Zhen pushed him out angrily and said, "I won't dirty the ground, it's a shame that you said it, what I want now is a cure to save people, not looking for an environmental ambassador here." ”

Han Zhen took off a few leeches from Qian Zhanjie's body and threw them back at the old man.

But when I looked at it again, the blood from Qian Zhanjie's wound really stopped temporarily. I thought to myself, this is not good, could it be that his blood was sucked dry by those leeches, and he became bloodless, so no blood flowed out?

Just when he was full of questions and worries, a burly man in his thirties came through the crowd and stabbed Qian Zhanjie in the neck with a knife.

Han Zhen took an offensive posture and shouted at him and asked, "Who are you?"