The scholar squatted down, grabbed the scorched yellow ends of his hair, and pulled the veterinarian up: "Fine, I won't let you die, but can you really cure me?"

The veterinarian, his triangular eyes fixed on the scholar, forced a smile and his wrinkled, fox-like face trembled as he cautiously said, "I can cure diarrhea."

Turning his head as if to guard against the scholar, he clutched his chest, took out the wound medicine he had prepared, glanced at the scholar, and muttered in a deliberately long-winded voice, "If the livestock were injured this badly, the master would have already eaten the meat, and there would be no need to treat it."

The scholar's face turned ashen with anger, his nose practically crooked. He clenched and unclenched his fist repeatedly, unable to think of any other solution. Finally, he changed his approach and asked, "What's your name? Where are you from? How do you make a living?"

Looking at the man in front of him, dressed in a khaki-colored outer garment, less than three feet tall, thin and small, with a skinny and bony figure, a fox-like face with triangular eyes and a hunched back, he wished he could beat up Tian Wu, who had brought him there.

Then he heard the thin, small old man standing in front of him say in a high-pitched voice, "Hu Qingfeng, I originally came here to visit a friend, but I happened to run into Uncle Tian. His horse twisted its hoof, and I cured it for him. Now he insists that I come here to treat some centurion."

Upon hearing this, the scholar realized why it had taken so long to find him, a veterinarian. It turned out that they had slaughtered everyone in the surrounding villages, and Lord Yun was still eyeing the town covetously. It was impossible to find a good doctor in the town, so he had no choice but to try anything.

The scholar grabbed Hu Qingfeng by the collar and dragged him to the centurion, saying, "Take off your shoes, get on the kang (heated brick bed), and apply medicine to the centurion."

Hu Qingfeng turned to look at the scholar, only to see him turn around and kneel on the edge of the kang (a heated brick bed), then reach out to untie the centurion's robe.

"Give it to me," the scholar stepped forward and unbuttoned the centurion's clothes. A long knife wound ran from his shoulder to his left chest. His cotton robe was stuck with blood, and when it was torn off, blood gushed out again.

Fox Qingfeng reached out his hand.

Seeing that the scholar did not react, the shrill voice rang out again: "Give me a clean cloth, I need to clean his wound and apply medicine."

The scholar paused for a moment, then immediately understood, "Tian Wu, water!"

The scholar handed the wrung-out, clean cloth to Hu Qingfeng's dry, yellowish-brown hands, which resembled chicken claws.

Fox Qingfeng carefully cleaned the centurion's wound, washing the cloth several times before pouring the medicinal powder from the porcelain bottle onto the wound. The moment the powder entered the wound...

The centurion, still unconscious, straightened up slightly in pain, then slumped back down.

After tying the straps.

Hu Qingfeng treated Hei Zi's wounds again. Although there were many wounds, none of them were fatal. Hu Qingfeng quickly bandaged Hei Zi's wounds and went to the kitchen to wash his hands.

The scholar instructed Hu Qingfeng to sleep in the west room, while he himself slept next to the centurion.

After a night of commotion, the soldiers who had eaten boiled cabbage the night before were already starving and their stomachs were rumbling.

Hui Shi, who was staying at Grandma Ge's house, woke up to find himself covered in blood, lying on the cold kang (a heated brick bed). He was so startled that he immediately sprang to his feet.

After standing up, he found his dead men lying haphazardly on the ground. He quickly jumped off the kang (a heated brick bed), went to the nearest soldier, bent down, and checked his pulse. He was already dead.

Hui Shi was still not giving up, so he checked them one by one, but none of them were alive. He could tell from the wounds that he had clearly inflicted them himself.

He laid the eight corpses on the kang (a heated brick bed) in order, covered the eyes of the soldiers whose eyes were still open, and hurriedly and unsteadily left the house.

Pushing open the door, I found the courtyard eerily quiet. The bloodstains reflected in the snow were glaringly obvious. Looking down at myself, I saw that my shoes and clothes were covered in blood.

Hui Shi stumbled and followed the trail of blood to Xiao Yue's house. Just as he reached the door, he was stopped by four soldiers, who had witnessed his outburst the previous night.

So without saying a word, the men pulled out their knives and, as if facing a formidable enemy, immediately began fighting.

Hui put his hands behind his back and said, "Stop fighting, let me go in and see the centurion."

Upon hearing this, the four men tied Hui Shi up with ropes and took him to the east room.

After Hui Shi was taken to the east room, the first thing that came into Hui Shi's view was Hei Zi, who was lying half-naked and covered in bandages.

When Hei Zi saw Hui Shi enter the house, one of his eyes glared like a copper bell. He jumped off the kang (a heated brick bed) in anger and yelled, "Damn it, you still dare to come here!"

The centurion waved to Black Ten, signaling Blackie not to interfere.

Hui Shi bowed and led the two soldiers in. Turning around to face the kang (a heated brick bed), he saw the centurion leaning against the bed, looking listless with one leg propped up and the other leg stretched forward. His face was flushed, and he was holding his forehead with his hand.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw that when the soldier brought Hui Shi in, he only raised his head slightly before lowering it again. He held his hand to his neck for a moment before the soldier was about to drag Hui Shi out.

Hui Shi shouted and immediately knelt down: "Centurion, spare my life! I don't know what I did wrong. I only found that when I woke up, the room was full of corpses, so I followed the bloodstains here."

The centurion immediately straightened up, adjusted his posture, and stared intently at Hui Shi, saying, "You said there's a corpse in the house?"

"Yes, and they were all my soldiers. This is really strange. How come I was the only one left?" As he spoke, he looked at his blood-stained clothes.

"You don't remember anything?" The centurion pulled the kang table to his side and placed the injured arm on it.

The scholar opened the door and entered the room, handing the prepared medicine to the centurion: "Take your medicine. I think Hu Qingfeng's medical skills are quite good. The wound on your back has already scabbed over, and you still have the energy to sit up."

He handed the medicine to the centurion, then turned around and looked the kneeling Hui Shi up and down. His face was covered in blood, his eyes were bloodshot, and his clothes were soaked with blood and frozen solid.

It's fortunate he was physically strong; otherwise, he would have frozen to death.

Then they heard Hui Shi say, "I only remember cutting a corner of the red lacquered box, and then blood flowed out, and I can't remember anything else."

The centurion drank the medicine, then looked at the scholar and said, "Give him six men and have him lead them to find the whereabouts of the villagers. If they can't find them by nightfall, then he doesn't need to come back."

The scholar arranged for people and horses, then sent Shi back to find the villagers.

After entering the house, he wanted the veterinarian to examine the wounds of the black man and the centurion, but when he woke up, he didn't see the veterinarian at all. He asked the centurion, "Have you seen the veterinarian?"

The centurion felt dizzy and prepared to lie down for a while. He shook his head with his eyes closed. The scholar then went to the west room and asked, "Has anyone seen the veterinarian?"

Seeing several people shake their heads, he got angry and said, "Why aren't you going to go find it?"

The scholar then made boiled cabbage, which was truly boiled cabbage, without even salt.

The sound of soldiers running rapidly, searching for things, and the clatter of horses' hooves startled Xiaoyue, who was sleeping lightly in the trap.