Free-spirited Illegitimate Son

Ye Chunqiu remained calm, and said: "Since this is the case, we must rush to the rescue. Come, uncle, I will take care of it. You go inside to get the medicine."

Ye Chunqiu didn't intend to carry the person in at all, since it's all for treatment anyway, the inside is too narrow, and the light is a little dark, but it's brighter at the door, and people have room to change.

The dying Zhao Xi had been put down and lay flat on the shelf. Ye Chunqiu carefully opened his wound. The bandaged place was already full of blood. From between his thighs, there was a scarlet gash about an inch long. But there was no scab, instead, dirty blood oozes intermittently.

"The wound is too big. Although the medicine was used before, it is obviously not enough to stop the bleeding. After a long time, the wound became inflamed." Ye Chunqiu said to himself: "Right now, we must eliminate the inflammation and stop the bleeding as soon as possible, oh, the most important thing is to reduce the concentration. "

At this moment, Zhao Xi coughed suddenly, but his breath was too weak, and it looked like a flash of light, a mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth.

"Ah...he vomited blood." Zhao Gao was even more ecstatic in his heart. Generally, if he coughed up blood from such an injury, it meant he had hurt his lungs, and he was truly doomed.

Seeing this situation, the other good-natured people were almost convinced that Zhao Xi would definitely die, and as for Sun Qi, the uncle and nephew, they might also be dead.

Qian Qian frowned and said nothing.

Ye Chunqiu was still calm, and said to himself: "It turns out that there are internal injuries, no wonder, it hurts the lungs, and it should be difficult for a god to save it."

At this time, Sun Qi has already taken the medicine, which was prepared by Ye Chunqiu last night, but he has no confidence in what this nephew is capable of. Now he is probably at my wit's end anyway, so he simply dies. The mentality of a living horse doctor, and when he came back again and again, seeing the blood stains spit out from the corner of Zhao Xi's mouth, his face suddenly changed. The external injury still needs to be treated. The internal injury is so serious that it clearly hurt the lungs. How can there be help?

He couldn't help trembling, but he heard Ye Chunqiu's voice say: "Uncle, hurry up, take the medicine I prepared and swallow it for him."

Sun Qi's mind was buzzing, but he mechanically took the medicine that had been decocted last night and gave it to Zhao Xi to swallow. After taking the medicine, of course Zhao Xi didn't respond.

But seeing Ye Chunqiu's serious appearance, everyone couldn't help but find it funny, people are almost dead, why are they so busy.

After Zhao Xi swallowed the medicine, Ye Chunqiu looked at the wound with a frown. He took the wine, found a ball of cloth, and began to wipe the blood from the wound. Of course, the alcohol in it also had some anti-virus ingredients. After the cleaning was almost done, he took the medicine and carefully poured the powder on the wound. After finishing all this, he suddenly called out: "Bring the needle and thread."

sewing……

It was all prepared last night.

Seeing Ye Chunqiu's composure, Sun Qi had a glimmer of hope. Anyway, his nephew is also the case. Judging by his appearance, it seems that there is really a way, but maybe not.

After taking the needle and sending it to Ye Chunqiu, Ye Chunqiu frowned, wiped his sleeve with his hand, and asked, "Can uncle know how to sew needles?"

"Ah... stitches?" Sun Qi didn't understand why Ye Chunqiu asked, "Yes, some."

Ye Chunqiu laughed, with a very relaxed look: "That's good. Uncle first burns the needle with fire, and then stitches the wound. Well, the stitches should be tighter."

The nephew was very confident, and seemed to be infected by his self-confidence, Sun Qi hurriedly burned the needle with fire, and then Ye Chunqiu felt that it was not enough, so he asked him to soak the needle in wine, and Sun Qi carefully began to sew.

But Ye Chunqiu, who was standing by the side, seemed to be relieved. The command made Qian Qian look like Monk Zhang Er was puzzled, this man is going to die, why are you still embroidering?He couldn't help but said: "Stitches? Ye Xiucai, what does this mean? Why...you don't sew, let your uncle do it?"

"Ah..." Ye Chunqiu didn't expect that Qian Qian was "not ashamed to ask", he was stunned for a moment: "Oh, it's like this, I don't dare to sew, I can't do it, so I let my uncle do it."

Sun Qi had been carefully sewing up the wound, but when he heard this sentence, he couldn't help shaking his hands, his face turned green. He also said that this stitching was Chunqiu's unique secret skill. My nephew never sewed.

His eyes were almost wet, and the hand holding the needle trembled a little, and he died.

Ye Chunqiu began to look for other wounds on Zhao Xi's body, checked it again, suddenly forgot, stroked his forehead and muttered in a low voice: "I forgot, I wonder if he has a fever?" So he hurriedly touched his forehead, It's hot, hey, it seems that the wound is seriously infected, coupled with internal injuries, so that inflammation occurs.

Commander Qian Qian was stunned for a while, unable to recover for a long time, and felt more and more that this Ye Chunqiu... was not reliable.

Sun Qi finished stitching the wound, but Qian Qian noticed that Zhao Xi had lost much breath. He poked under Zhao Xi's nose and couldn't help frowning: "Ye Xiucai, it seems that he has lost his breath."

"Isn't there?" Ye Chunqiu frowned, he couldn't really die, after all, he was a little nervous when he was treated for the first time.

Qian Qian was immediately annoyed when he heard Ye Chunqiu's interrogative sentence, and was about to say some harsh words, but the movement here was clearly seen by Zhao Gao from a distance. Dead... After tossing and tossing for so long, he finally died in Tongji Hall. He was eager to try, and he couldn't wait to take a few steps forward, and saluted Qian Qian: "The villain is also a doctor, and he knows a little about pathology. If you don't mind, Let the villain see if the patient is still alive."

The onlookers waited eagerly, discussing in private, because it looked a little bad.

Qian Qian nodded.

Zhao Gao was overjoyed, he stroked his sleeves and went forward, felt for his pulse, then closed his eyes and shook his head, sighed: "Oh, I'm dead, let's prepare for the funeral, the pulse is weak, at most it's only half an hour away, I'm sure I'm dead, alas ...Maybe without the treatment from this Tongjitang, you can live a few more days, this Tongjitang..." He continued to shake his head as if unwilling to speak out.

Put to death!

The spectators were in an uproar.

In fact, it’s okay to put someone to death, anyway, the person who was carried was almost dying, but everyone’s excitement was that this person was going to die in Tongjitang, and the person who died was still a member of Hainingwei. Tongjitang was finished.