This is a comfortable bed, soft mattress, clean quilt, embroidered pillows and mandarin duck water acacia velvet quilt are still seven layers of new, the carved wooden bed is also very wide, but at the moment lying on the bed, the mouth is dry, the face is gray, the breath is like a gossamer, and they can't feel the comfort and comfort of this collapse at all. On one side of the bed, there is a dressing table placed close to the bed, and perhaps in countless mornings when the sun is shining, there is a beautiful and touching lady, sitting in front of this table, dressing up, and feeling sorry for herself, but at this moment the eastern canopy is still dark, and the moon in the sky is still as bright as day—what a bleak night, such a long cool night, what a desperate moment for a man who is on the verge of death!

At this time, there was only an oil lamp swaying in the wind on the dresser, and its silent light seemed to be a deep mourning for the patient who was dying in bed.

In this room, on the pale yellow powder wall on the other side, several figures were constantly moving back and forth, one of them, with a basin in his hand, who had been in and out three times. These three times meant that he poured three large basins of poisonous blood for the sick.

Among them, there are two figures, like two stone sculptures, reflected on the wall for a long time, the figure on the left is tall and thin, and the figure on the right is fat and fat, but each figure seems so depressed, so sad, as if they are about to die in grief and anger when they have a very close friend or relative!

At this moment, the patient on the bed coughed, as if it was quite loud and cold, and seemed to have coughed up blood! They hurriedly leaned down, hugged the trembling patient on the hospital bed, suppressed the sorrow in their hearts, and deliberately showed a serene tone to comfort them.

"Brother, hold on, it'll be fine, you'll be fine soon!"

"It's all right, the owner of the village!" the patient's faint voice, like a cold wind blowing through the field, was miserable and intermittent, "Brother can't ...... anymore Follow you...... Born to die!"

Yes, the patient lying on the bed is the highly poisonous "one-stroke write-off" Dugu Xue, and the tall and thin person standing under the edge of the bed is the "Farewell King" Qiu Dekai, the fat and fat person is the "Double Hammer Shock Kanto" Bai Xiong, and the person who goes in and out with a basin is the "Invincible Eagle Claw" Ding Kun.

At this moment, the "poisonous scorpion" Ruan Ling'er and the "rainstorm plum blossom needle" Cao Feng are also scraping Dugu Xue's bones under the edge of the bed to cure the poison. Because, this kind of poison Ruan Ling'er also encountered for the first time, so she had to use Mr. Hua Tuo to teach her ancestor the set of bone scraping and poison treatment methods that had never been clinically verified.

This method, the first time she used it, it seemed that the hope of success was very slim!

"Talk less, second master!" she said as she scraped his bones, "you have to maintain your strength, talking will drain your energy." ”

So, everyone stopped talking, and the room was filled with only the creaking of bones and the occasional sound of washing knives in a basin with water, stained with blood.

At this time, the moonlight outside the window was gradually diluted by the bright shimmer, and the thin morning mist lingered around the big camphor trees in the yard, and the chickens of all sizes in the chicken kitchen had also rushed to the yard with chirp, looking for the early insects in every corner.

Wen Youji, sitting on the door pier, seems to be a fairy who never sleeps, as long as there is a dry tobacco rod to maintain his incomparable family happiness; His indifferent look at everything seemed to be a kind of deep and depressed sadness that could not be dissolved. When he looked up and spit out the fog, under the light of the clean canopy in the east, his solemn expression seemed not to be excreting smoke, but praying and making a wish to the sky.

At this moment, there was a knock on the door behind him, but, judging from the way the person who came knocking on the door, it was obviously not a person all the way, and the way the person who came knocked on the door was not at all regular, chaotic, and there was no distinction between priority and urgency.

He was like a smoking machine, undisturbed by the chaotic knock on the door, and still maintained his original posture and frequency of smoking a dry cigarette - the inertial movements of bowing his head, inhaling deeply, and spraying.

The knock on the door became more and more urgent, louder and louder, and gradually mixed with anger, as if angry at the indifference of the people in the room.

"Boss Wen! Boss Wen! Boss Wen......" Later, someone knocked on the door and shouted Wen Youji's surname and the name he gave to the people of Luoyan City in this room.

Wen Youji still didn't pay attention, so the knock on the door suddenly stopped as if it was desperate.

Wen Youji thought in his heart, this stranger should have retreated angrily in the face of difficulties!

At this moment, bang, bang, bang! Suddenly there was a knock on the door like a drum, and the other party no longer politely called Boss Wen, but roared loudly.

"If you want an antidote, you won't be saved if it's too late!"

So, the courtyard door squeaked open like lightning, so Wen Youji saw Wu Shuang's little guy in Tsing Yi, standing outside the door with a bag of things in his hand, looking at him angrily when he opened the door.

"Why do you sleep so deeply," Xiao Qiang said angrily, "I knocked at least a hundred times!"

"Oh, we were so tired last night, so we slept very deeply!" Mr. Moon said, his eyes fixed on the bag of black cloth that he held in his hand like a child's eye on candy.

"Is Dugu Xue with you for a 'write-off'?"

"Yes...... What's wrong?" Wen Youji asked hesitantly and vigilantly.

"If it's you! Xiaoqiang said, "He has been poisoned, and he will definitely die in more than six hours!"

"Give it to me!" Moon Youji stretched out his hand.

Xiao Qiang looked at his cold expression and his outstretched white hand, and said hesitantly.

"He's not in your house, it's no joke!"

The other party looked at his face seriously and said.

"In!"

So, Xiao Qiang lifted the black cloth in his hand, revealing a small wooden box, he opened the wooden box again, pointed to a small pottery bottle inside, and said.

"Half of the powder is applied to the wound, and half is taken with cold boiled water and eaten into the stomach!" said him, and he handed the medicine bottle to the other party with distrust, and repeatedly admonished.

"Remember, take it quickly, don't waste time!"

Wen Youji nodded indifferently, as if he didn't have the slightest gratitude, not only that, but he didn't invite anyone into the house to sit or say a nice word, and he immediately slammed the courtyard door shut.

Xiao Qiang touched the ash of his nose, he glared at the closed courtyard door, and muttered angrily.

"Cat Man!"