The doctor nodded, not knowing whether to believe it or not. Anyway, he asked He An, who was happily petting the cat, to restrain Fan Zhiyi from behind to prevent him from moving around.
Fan Zhiyi watched the doctor take out a thin short blade and warm it over the fire. Naturally, he felt guilty and swallowed his saliva.
The doctor said, "If you're scared, you can close your eyes. Don't move while I'm operating on you. Also, I'll use my spiritual power to slightly ease your pain, so don't worry too much."
Having said that, Fan Zhiyi still felt a little nervous for no reason and closed his eyes tightly without any politeness.
Now, even if you use a crowbar to pry my eyes open, it won’t work.
Fan Zhiyi felt the blade touching his skin. He pursed his lips in fear, his mouth corners curled downward, and then he let out a thunderous roar: "Ahhhh!"
The doctor said in a very normal way: "It's OK, it's okay, it's good to let it out and release it."
So He An did not seal Fan Zhiyi's mouth. Fan Zhiyi howled angrily and screamed like a ghost. He An didn't know that a person could shout so loudly, and his voice was so penetrating.
Bing Nandong and other disciples who were at Xue's house also heard the noise and stopped.
One disciple was puzzled and asked, "Where did this evil ghost come from? Why is it so vicious?"
"I don't know."
Bing Nandong said, "Let's deal with the evil spirit here first."
"yes."
Fan Zhiyi didn't know when he fell asleep from exhaustion. After the doctor finished treating the injuries, a thin layer of sweat broke out on his forehead. He wiped it with his sleeve, then took a piece of paper from the medicine box he was carrying and began to write and give instructions: "Don't move him for now, let him sleep. Besides these injuries, he's also weak from excessive fatigue. Also, he might have a fever tonight, so boil this medicine for him. If it doesn't work, come to me immediately. One more thing, remember to change the dressings frequently, they're all here."
He An accepted it: "Okay."
Seeing the doctor about to leave, He An gritted his teeth and asked, "Is his injury serious?"
"It's not serious, but it's not serious either. Anyway, if you take good care of yourself, it will heal. If the wound gets worse, I'll have no choice but to give up this arm."
After sending the doctor away, He An looked at Mr. Lu, who was still standing at the door like an outsider: "Don't you want to go and take a look?"
"I've been watching. Now that Zhiyi is fine, I'll go back to the camp and wait for the eldest brother, lest he come back and not be able to find anyone." Mr. Lu turned and left.
He An couldn't help but chase him out of the room and said to his back: "After all, he is also a member of Tianyun Sect..."
Mr. Lu didn't say anything more, nor did he turn around to look again.
He An frowned and looked at Fan Zhiyi, only to see the black cat jump to his bedside and lick his face. He then went forward and picked up the black cat: "Let him have a good rest."
In the middle of the night, Fan Zhiyi felt very hot and his consciousness was groggy, but someone was holding him down and preventing him from kicking the quilt. Fan Zhiyi was a little angry.
Then he felt someone poured him a mouthful of bitter medicine, which made him frown and simply closed his mouth. The other party tried to persuade him but it didn't work. Finally, someone pinched his cheeks and forced him to drink it, and then stuffed a candy into his mouth.
I don’t know how many people were there by the bed, but they were talking. The sound was very far away and seemed ethereal. Fan Zhiyi couldn’t hear clearly and fell asleep again in a daze.
When he woke up again, he felt sore all over. He sat up and looked around. He was still in Jiuwanli's room. He felt quite energetic, but his head was still a little dizzy.
The little black cat next to it curled up into a ball with its eyes closed, looking particularly well-behaved.
As soon as he woke up, he saw the cat. Fan Zhiyi was in a good mood and couldn't help but touch it. He was scratched by its claws. The little black cat licked its claws and jumped out of the half-open window and ran away.
Fan Zhiyi got out of bed and opened the window completely. The black cat was nowhere to be seen, but the weather outside was good, with a clear and cloudless sky, which made people feel comfortable.
The gauze on his hand had been removed, and the wounds had formed thick scars, which were twisted and tangled on his arm, so ugly that it was disturbing. Fan Zhiyi simply rolled up his sleeves and stopped looking.
He pushed open the door and was about to say that no one was outside, but when he turned around, he saw A Yu staring at the floor in a daze. His eyes suddenly lit up: "Xiao Yu!"
Ah Yu was also very excited to see him: "You woke up? I've been waiting for you for two days. I thought you would never wake up."
Thanks, he's awake.
"Why don't you go in? What are you doing here?"
"There are differences between men and women. How can I stay in your room every day? I'm still an unmarried girl." Ah Yu circled around him a few times and said, "I feel that my complexion is not good enough. I need to go and tell Bing Nandong."
Fan Zhiyi also wanted to find Bing Nandong, so he and the ghost set off together.
Fan Zhiyi originally thought that Bing Nandong would be in the Tianyunmen camp, but after walking a few steps, he saw Bing Nandong walking towards him with a bowl in his hand, so he stopped and waited for Bing Nandong to come over.
"Drink the medicine." Bing Nandong handed the bowl to Fan Zhiyi without saying anything.
Fan Zhiyi looked down at the thick, black medicine. The smell was pungent. It seemed to be the same medicine he had drunk while unconscious, bitter after all. Fan Zhiyi really didn't want to drink it.
Seeing Fan Zhiyi's reluctance, Bing Nandong glanced at him and asked, "Shall I pour it into you?"
Upon hearing this, Fan Zhiyi decided to send himself on his own way. He picked up the bowl, closed his eyes, and gulped the food down, then frowned in bitterness.
The bitter taste in his mouth was unbearable. He said with a big tongue, "I'll go back and get some water."
"No, drinking water will slow down the effects of the medicine." Bing Nandong said uncomfortably, "Stretch out your hand."
"ah?"
"Reach out your hand."
Fan Zhiyi held out his hand obediently, and Bing Nandong continued, "Open your palm."
He put two candies in Fan Zhiyi's palm.
Fan Zhiyi vaguely remembered that every time he was forced to drink medicine during his coma, he would be stuffed with a candy, just like coaxing a child.
Fan Zhiyi asked, "Why am I still in Jiuwanli? Have you been feeding me medicine these days?" It might not be a good idea for Bing Nandong, a senior brother of Tianyun Sect, to frequently travel in and out of Jiuwanli.
As for him, Fan Zhiyi also figured it out. Why should he care so much when his original body's reputation was so bad?
"The doctor said it's not convenient to move for the time being, so we'll wait until you wake up. Running out in this weather without wearing a robe and with disheveled hair, it would be fine in Jiuwanli, but if you do this in Tianyun Sect, you'll have to wait to see the Second Elder to be punished." As he said that, he rushed Fan Zhiyi into the room.
This kind of weather? Isn't it nice?
Fan Zhiyi dragged his feet listlessly, then suddenly straightened up and stared at Bing Nandong: "I heard from A Yu that I was in a coma for two days?"
"right."
"So how's your injury?"
"I'm not hurt."
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