Chapter 105 If He Dies, I Want You to Pay with Your Life
Xie Lingyun's men have followed him through thick and thin, and the murderous aura they carry is even more ferocious than that of Xu Yan and his guards.
He had just returned from suppressing bandits, and was covered in dust and the smell of blood. Just standing there was enough to shock people.
The people were clamoring so loudly just now, but now they dared not say a word.
Jiang Qingyue's heart sank. She immediately pulled Xie Lingyun, her fingertips resting accurately on his wrist. "Where are you hurt?"
Xie Lingyun grabbed her left hand and led her towards Zhao Cheng.
His voice was hoarse and dry, as if his throat had been rubbed with rough sandpaper.
"I'm fine. The one who was injured was my deputy."
Jiang Qingyue breathed a sigh of relief, but when she looked over, the person on the horse was staggering, his body covered in dark red blood.
Some of it had already dried up to dark brown, while some was still so fresh that it was almost dazzling, and was slowly flowing down along the edges of the cold nails.
The closer I got, the more I felt that the strong smell of blood instantly overwhelmed all the disease in the place.
Jiang Qingyue's heart skipped a beat.
"Quick, send the person into the tent first."
Hearing this, Xie Lingyun carried Zhao Cheng on his shoulders and carried him to the place Jiang Qingyue pointed.
Jiang Qingyue didn't care about anything else, the most important thing was to save people.
She casually pointed at one of Xie Lingyun's personal soldiers and called him in to help.
The tent was simple, with only a set-up wooden bed and a table and chairs.
The rest are some scattered medicinal herbs.
Xie Lingyun's face, which was always as cold and hard as stone, was now even more tense.
His brows were furrowed, and his bloodshot eyes were fixed on Jiang Qingyue.
"Save him!"
Xie Lingyun's tone carried an unquestionable and arrogance of command, but also a sense of trust that he himself had not even noticed, the moment he saw Jiang Qingyue, he felt relieved.
Jiang Qingyue rolled up her sleeves and carefully checked Zhao Cheng's injuries with her hands, which had already turned purple from the cold.
The wound from the shoulder down was torn open by a blunt object, revealing a bloody wound.
Blood was gushing out from the terrible gap, quickly staining the bedding beneath him red.
Jiang Qingyue's eyebrows were twisted into a knot, "Why is he injured so badly?"
The guard cried out in tears, his voice trembling, "General... the general had to carry him back. He said that only Miss Third could save our Deputy General Zhao."
Jiang Qingyue asked him: "What's your name?"
He was still crying, but he still said his name.
"I am Yang Shizong, a villain."
Jiang Qingyue nodded, "Come over here and help me hold him down."
Faced with such bloodshed, Jiang Qingyue remained calm and composed, even when the dark red blood stained her dress, her expression remained unchanged.
Zhao Cheng's face was as pale as gold paper, his lips were a deathly purple, and the rise and fall of his chest was so weak that it was almost invisible.
Still have one breath.
But this breath may end at any time.
She asked Xie Lingyun, "Have you given him medicine?"
Xie Lingyun nodded, "It's the pill you gave me."
Jiang Qingyue's heart finally relaxed a little.
Her medicine can keep a dying person alive at a critical moment. With this medicine as a base, Zhao Cheng's life can definitely be saved.
Jiang Qingyue nodded, and pointed at Zhao Cheng's light armor with Xie Lingyun, "Take this off."
As she turned to prepare the medicine, she threw the tongs into the charcoal brazier.
Xie Lingyun had already taken off Zhao Cheng's light armor and his underwear.
The hideous wound was completely exposed in front of everyone, and Xie Lingyun and the personal soldier immediately gasped.
The wound was so deep that the bone was visible, the skin and flesh were rolled outward, and the edges appeared pale as if they had been torn repeatedly.
"Get out of the way."
Jiang Qingyue had already taken the herbs to stop the bleeding and pulled away the two people who were blocking her way.
"Bring the soju over there."
Xie Lingyun woke up as if from a dream and handed over a coarse earthenware jar on the table.
The cold pottery jar felt heavy in his hand. Jiang Qingyue pulled out the cork without hesitation and poured the strong liquor directly onto the bloody wound.
"hiss!"
Zhao Cheng, who had lost consciousness, suddenly arched his body and let out a shrill howl.
Jiang Qingyue's voice suddenly rose, and she called Yang Shizong over, "Hold him down!"
The dying man's strength was astonishingly great, his body was still twisting violently, and blood gushed out even more violently as he struggled.
Xie Lingyun was about to step forward but was stopped by Jiang Qingyue.
She pointed to the charcoal basin over there and said, "Listen to me later and use the tongs to close the wound and stop the bleeding."
Xie Lingyun frowned, "Me?"
"Cousin, can't you do it? If you can't do it, I can do it."
Forget it, Jiang Qingyue took out silver needles and pierced several acupoints on Zhao Cheng's body.
"Press it properly. If the needle breaks inside his body, he will die anyway."
Yang Shizong was originally afraid of hurting Deputy General Zhao, but after hearing what she said, he immediately hardened his heart and used all his strength to hold Deputy General Zhao down.
"Quick, stop the bleeding!"
Xie Lingyun pursed his lips, took out the red-hot tongs without hesitation, and pressed the red-hot iron tip against Zhao Cheng's wound accurately and decisively.
There was a sizzling sound, and a strong and disgusting smell of burnt flesh choked Yang Shizong and made him cough repeatedly.
After struggling violently for a few times, Zhao Cheng's body completely collapsed and he lost all sound.
Dead, dead?
"Zhao Cheng!"
"Deputy General Zhao!"
Xie Lingyun pulled Jiang Qingyue up, his voice filled with suppressed rage.
"I asked you to save him!"
"I'm just saving him."
Compared to Xie Lingyun's rage, Jiang Qingyue was terrifyingly calm.
“Cousin, if you don’t let go, Deputy General Zhao will be beyond saving.”
Xie Lingyun suddenly let go, his tone softened a little, but he could not hide his trembling.
"Then you, hurry up and save him. His child has just been born..."
Jiang Qingyue pretended not to hear and picked up the silver needle to prick a few acupuncture points.
Well, she gave orders to Yang Shizong, who was already frightened silly.
"Go and pound these herbs to make some medicinal juice. I'll need it later."
After Yang Shizong finished pounding the medicine, she suddenly remembered the hemostatic and tissue-regenerating powder that Que'er had asked Yuxiao to bring a few days ago.
"Cousin, bring me the white porcelain medicine bottle in the brown wooden box on the table."
Xie Lingyun calmed himself down, helped her get the things, and followed her instructions. He first applied the medicine juice on the wound, and then sprinkled the medicine powder on the burnt wound.
Afterwards, wrap it carefully with clean gauze.
"He needs someone to take care of him. If he gets a fever, come to me immediately."
Jiang Qingyue put away the needle and felt exhausted all over.
She breathed a long sigh and tried to wipe away the sweat on her forehead that almost covered her eyes with her sleeve, but after wiping it, she found that the cuffs were stained with blood and were hard and uncomfortable.
At the moment she raised her head, Jiang Qingyue's gaze unexpectedly fell into a pair of eyes as deep as pools.
"If he dies, I want you to pay with your life."
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