Chapter 78 I... am ugly]
Chen Fenghe paused for a moment, then continued walking forward a few steps without looking back.
But in the end, she sighed, turned around and walked back to the man.
The man who had just spoken coldly had now fallen to the ground, unconscious.
Shen Fenghe grabbed his wrist to feel his pulse, and the moment she touched his skin, she was startled by the heat from his body.
You can feel it without a thermometer, your body temperature is at least 39 degrees!
If he ignored it, in ancient times, on a cold night, he might not even know how he died!
Chen Fenghe immediately took his pulse, but his pulse was neither the floating and slow pulse of wind-cold fever nor the floating and rapid pulse of wind-heat fever, but rather a strong pulse.
In other words, his fever symptoms were not caused by the invasion of cold or heat toxins, but by wound infection.
Chen Fenghe frowned slightly and observed the man's movements quietly.
I saw his left hand subconsciously pressing on his left abdomen.
She didn't care about anything else and raised her hand to undress his upper body to check. When she saw it, Shen Fenghe couldn't help but gasp!
I saw that on the left side of his abdomen, where his eight-pack abs were, there was a wound left by an arrow, which was already festering and oozing pus!
With such a serious wound infection, he didn't go see a doctor immediately, but went hunting and even gave the prey away. Is he a fool?
What's going on in this man's head?
Chen Fenghe subconsciously looked at the black cloth on his face.
How could he ignore his own injuries and go hunting to send prey to her? Could it be that he has some connection with me or the original owner?
Although half of his face was covered, upon closer inspection, she felt as if the man's eyebrows and eyes looked familiar!
She hesitated for a moment, then reached out her hand towards the black cloth on his face...
Just as her hand was about to touch the black cloth, a large hand suddenly grabbed her wrist, and then a low, cold voice said, "Young lady, please... respect yourself. I... am ugly, and I don't want others to see me..."
Chen Fenghe: “…”
Could the lies be any less sincere?
However, she was caught in the act, so she couldn't force it. She withdrew her hand and said deliberately, "I already said I'm a man dressed as a woman. Don't call me a little girl. Just call me brother."
Isn't it just wearing a vest? Who can't do that?
The man obviously didn't expect that she could lie with her eyes open. An incomprehensible bitter smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, which seemed to be both helpless and bitter.
Chen Fenghe said sternly, "Your wound has become festered. I'm going to use a dagger to cut off the rotten flesh and rebandage it. Otherwise, I'm afraid you'll die soon."
The man also knew the condition of his wound. He had planned to finish the last thing today and then stop following her. He wanted to go to the town to see a doctor early the next morning. Unexpectedly, he developed a high fever in the evening. The severity of the fever was beyond his expectations!
His face was pale, with beads of sweat on his forehead. He nodded gently and said, "Thank you, little lady... Thank you, brother... I can endure the pain, brother, there is no need to show mercy..."
The one who chased him out and saved him tonight wasn't her, but a brother—this was the fact he had to remember...
Chen Fenghe glanced at him indifferently, then took out the anesthetic needle from the space and injected it into the skin near his wound.
She has anesthetics, why should she endure the pain?
The sting of the needle was so intense that it was almost impossible to even feel it over the pain of the festering wound.
Soon, the anesthetic took effect, his eyes began to blur, and then he quickly fell into a deep sleep.
Chen Fenghe rolled up his wide sleeves, took out saline solution and hydrogen peroxide from the space, cleaned the abscess wound several times, and after cleaning out the exudate, he took out a scalpel and carefully removed the necrotic tissue. Then, he disinfected the wound with iodine, applied tissue-growing ointment, wrapped it with gauze, and then wrapped it with linen, which was common in this dynasty, to complete the bandage.
She then gave him a shot of antibiotics to help reduce his fever.
Then she took out a cloak made of sheepskin from the space and covered him with it.
The anesthetic lasted for about an hour, or about half an hour. Therefore, even after all this tossing and turning, the man didn't wake up, but instead slept quietly with his head tilted.
Chen Fenghe hugged her shoulders, staring at the black cloth on his face. Then, without much mental preparation, she raised her hand and pulled the black cloth off.
She didn't intend to be a gentleman, so there was no reason for her to not watch it just because he didn't let her.
He won't die if you look at him.
The black cloth was removed, and Chen Fenghe looked at the familiar handsome face under the black cloth and couldn't help but sigh in her heart.
really.
Who else could this man be if not Jiang Shuo?
But, the last time we met in Daming Prefecture, wasn't he fleeing famine with a man and a woman? How did he become single?
Moreover, the wound is so seriously infected?
Thinking of this, Shen Fenghe couldn't help but feel a little guilty.
If she had not given him the medicine out of anger when she was in Daming Prefecture that day, his wound would not have become so infected.
If she hadn't happened to chase him out tonight, he might have really died in this wilderness from the infection of the wound!
Thinking about the pheasants and sables he sent me these past two days, could it be that it was because of that time in the mountains that he was still thinking about being "responsible" or something?
But if he wanted to be "responsible", why did he act so coldly and pretend not to know her, and even chased her away?
Chen Fenghe sighed. The thoughts of the ancients were quite difficult to guess...
No matter what, she saved his life today, and they can be even from now on.
Chen Fenghe thought about it, looked around, and then took great pains to drag the still sleeping Jiang Shuo to a sheltered place behind some rocks.
She took some spiritual spring water from the space, carefully fed it to him, and filled the cowhide water bag he was carrying with the spiritual spring water.
These spiritual spring waters should be able to help his injuries heal faster.
She also prescribed several prescriptions, including common Chinese medicines for treating wound infections and suppuration, such as Angelica dahurica, Houttuynia cordata, and Houttuynia cordata. She wrapped them in straw paper and then wrapped them in a piece of cloth.
She also put the bottle of golden wound medicine that she bought in Daming Prefecture last time into his bag, and also stuffed some wild boar meat jerky, big meat buns, and a few taels of silver in it.
After doing all this, Chen Fenghe wrapped the black cloth around his face again.
After staying there for almost another hour, the effect of the anesthetic was almost wearing off.
After Chen Fenghe was sure that the fever on his body had subsided and his life was no longer in danger, he quietly left through the space.
He pretended not to know her before and refused to show his true face. I guess... he didn't want to be recognized by her, right?
She stayed here waiting for him to wake up, which made things awkward for both of them.
Moreover, she is now an exile after all, and the assassins sent by the Fifth Prince and her scumbag father are eyeing her life. If she drags him into this, she will only implicate him.
It would be better for us to say goodbye now and forget each other.
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