Chapter 382 The old man is still alive and kicking!
"Waiter, some sugar water, please."
"Um!"
The waiter wiped away his tears and immediately ran out.
Only Jiang Nuanzhi and Xiao Er were inside. Having spent so much time together, she sometimes forgot that the old man was actually a woman. Only after taking off his clothes today did she remember. She quickly chased away all the bystanders, leaving only Xiao Er to help.
While Jiang Nuanzhi was receiving acupuncture, the waiter fed him sugar water. However, after finishing a bowl of sugar water, the old man still didn't react. The waiter was starting to panic.
"Hey, you old codger, if you don't get up, I'm going to take all the money you've hidden in your waistband!"
"Eat those two cans of food you put in the box too!"
"And those medical books you made me memorize, I'm not memorizing them anymore, I'm burning them all!"
"Your precious medicine bottles are all overturned!"
"And the medicinal herbs you dried... Waaah, Mother, he's really not good. He didn't even wake up when I took his money."
The waiter took the silver from the old man's pocket and, frightened, started crying again.
"Waiter, Master is ill. Let him rest for a while, he'll be fine." Jiang Nuanzhi took a breath, comforted the waiter, and then administered acupuncture again.
"You little rascals! Neither of you is any good! Jiang girl, are you going to turn the old man into a hedgehog?"
Jiang Nuanzhi vaguely heard these words and was so frightened that her hand trembled.
Does anyone in the family understand this?
The patient spoke during the surgery?
Just as she was about to take out the sleeping potion to cover his mouth, the old man pushed her hand away forcefully and tried to tilt his head to one side.
"Alright, alright, you've forced out most of my toxins. The old man won't die. All you need is..."
Before she could finish speaking, she glanced at the handkerchief in Jiang Nuanzhi's hand, her eyes rolled back, and she fainted again.
Jiang Nuanzhi; "."
"Oh, sorry, I forgot to collect the handkerchief."
Waiter: "."
The two of them frantically tried to wake the person up again.
The old man opened his eyes, and without saying a word, took the bottle out of his pocket and swallowed it down with all his might.
"Someone wants my life, and this poison is—burp!" The old man suddenly let out a loud burp, pulled out half a sugar bun from his pocket, stuffed it into his mouth, and chewed it as he said, "Damn, this is really bitter. Luckily, I was prepared beforehand."
"Let's get down to business! Do you know where this poison comes from?"
The old man's face turned cold, and he narrowed his eyes, saying, "This poison... I'm afraid..."
"It was Widow Wang who administered the 'Smiling Half-Step Madness'!"
Jiang Nuanzhi's hand, which was holding the silver needle, froze in mid-air, and the poisoned blood pierced by the needle tip dripped down.
"I made up the story about the 'half-step madness with a smile'!" She gritted her teeth and pried open the old man's hand that was holding the sugar bun. "How did Widow Wang know? Besides, why would she poison you?"
"What time is it? You're still trying to fool me!"
Jiang Nuanzhi was so angry that she really wanted to stick a needle into his mouth.
The old man scratched his head: "Oh dear, I can't remember. Anyway, I can hold on for two or three months. I won't die! You should tell that kid Li Rong to hurry up and find me something. Once I get it in my mouth within three months, I guarantee I'll still be full of energy."
As he said this, he suddenly sprang to his feet.
It didn't stand up.
Finally, embarrassed, he sat up and said, "Ahem, as long as I have that thing, my power will be restored in no time."
Do you really mean that?
Jiang Nuanzhi was a physician, but the old man's pulse was truly different from that of an ordinary person. Taking his pulse again, she couldn't help but marvel that the poison seemed to be trapped, and its damage to the internal organs had temporarily stopped.
What kind of medicine are you looking for?
The old man glanced at Jiang Nuanzhi, frowned, and pondered for a moment before saying, "Why are you asking about such dirty things, you little girl? Go and wake up Li boy, I'll talk to him."
Outside, Li Rong mounted his longsword and prepared to go out.
"Where are you going at this critical juncture?" Chi Heng asked.
“I’m going to find the antidote. It’s not in Changshan, it’s probably at the Zhao family’s place. We’ll fight our way there, there’ll be a way.” Li Rong said, then suddenly turned to look at Chi Heng: “Aheng, protect my wife and children, I’ll be back soon.”
"Father, wait! Master has woken up! He's out of danger and is calling you over!"
Fortunately, the waiter stopped Li Rong before he left. Just then, a scream was heard outside.
"Bandits! It's those bandits! Help!"
Everyone frowned instinctively and looked outside. The noise grew increasingly louder.
Chi Heng grabbed the sleeve of her gold-embroidered dress and rushed out of the house. The next second, she leaped onto the high wall and gazed into the distance.
Immediately afterward, his pupils contracted sharply: "Arong, a large number of people have arrived outside! Strangely, they haven't brought any weapons!"
Then, he narrowed his eyes slightly, a hint of surprise in his expression: "It's...it's him."
Upon hearing this, the surrounding people immediately fell silent. Li Rong instructed the waiter to go back and guard his master, while he himself followed Chi Heng and jumped onto the high wall.
At that moment, the whole village became noisy, and the old, weak, women and children all ran towards the Li family's house.
For them, this must be the safest place right now.
Cries and wails rose and fell. After all, if this large group of men really came to their village to burn, kill, and loot, probably no one would be able to escape. The most powerful people in the village were undoubtedly the Li family.
The entire village was thrown into chaos. Meanwhile, the large group on the opposite side continued their march.
Li Rong stood on the high ground and looked out, but his handsome, sword-like eyebrows gradually furrowed.
Changshan dragged his blood-soaked hemp rope through the snow, and he could be seen at a glance from the front of the crowd.
He was dressed in grey clothes, stained with blood. It wouldn't have been noticeable otherwise. But there was so much blood on him. The blood had frozen into ice crystals, dripping as he walked, turning the entire snowfield red. Wherever he went, blood filled the air.
At this moment, he was carrying a carrying pole on his back, with clumps of hair tied to the ropes on both sides of the pole.
Beneath the hair, there were countless human heads.
His eyes were empty and lifeless, staring at the courtyard wall of Jiang Nuan's house almost numbly, as he approached step by step.
How could the villagers beside him dare to stop him? He traveled unimpeded all the way.
Changshan's crimson eyes finally focused slightly when he saw the figure standing on the high wall, and he murmured, "Changshan... has come with his brothers to apologize to the general."
The next second, seemingly even more certain, his voice hoarse and raspy like a broken gong, he roared: "Chang Shan and his brothers have come to beg forgiveness from the General!!!"
Then it crashed heavily to the ground with a thud.
The snow, once compacted, was as hard as ice; if you bumped your head on it, blood would instantly flow from your forehead.
He seemed oblivious, mechanically bowing his head to the ground. The many heads on his back rolled around in the snow with his movements, as if they were all bowing in unison.
It was dusk, and the setting sun had not yet faded. Behind Changshan, a crimson expanse stretched out, almost merging with the setting sun, a shocking sight.
(End of this chapter)
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