Chapter 112 111. Tossing and

turning It was not until dusk that Huaiyu was finally able to sit on the bench and take a break.

Her clothes were already wet, the turbid potion of Scolopendra subtly stained the fabric. Not only was the color a mess as if it had been taken out of a pickle jar, but there was also a strange smell of medicine all over the body.

If the fire hadn't been on in the stove, I would have sneezed by now.

But——Huaiyu no longer had the energy to change clothes.

She panted, looking at Zhou Qian, who was curled up in the small bathtub and twitching constantly, her mind empty and in a daze.

The good news is that Zhou Qian is not dead.

The bad news is, he's still suffering.

How severe is the pain?

Just look at Zhou Qian now——

His tall and strong body was curled up in the bathtub, and the wound from the amputation at the thigh was also soaked in the murky water.

As for whether there would be any infection or not, Huaiyu no longer had time to think about it.

His hands were also tied with ropes, and a piece of cut towel was stuffed into his mouth. The towel was even soaked in the turbid color of medicine.

As for the face...oh, you can't see it on the face, a wet towel that looks like a rag taken out of the sauce jar is also draped over the face.

He struggled to get it off, but Huai Yu persistently covered it up again.

After a whole afternoon of hard work, she was exhausted.

Now, Huaiyu has arranged all the colorful balls of Shilongrui that can be arranged, including soaking, compressing, and drinking. She doesn't know medical skills and doesn't know which one is the most useful, so she has to use all three methods.

but……

"Why does it still hurt so much?"

Huaiyu looked at the pile of Kronos scattered in the basin on the ground, red, white, yellow, green and purple, but there was no colorful one like the Scolopendra subtendency.

Now, the water in the bathtub has turned a strange color. All the balls that needed to be soaked have been soaked, and there is still more than half a pot of water left. The hideous and strange black spider web patterns on Zhou Qian's body have gradually disappeared, but his painful groans have become more and more intense.

The man was not even awake, but had a frown on his face, as if he was engaged in a huge struggle.

Huaiyu paused, got up and went outside to look for Kataro. The evening breeze blew, and his wet clothes felt chilly.

She couldn't help but let out a sneeze, and two lines of clear snot were about to come out.

Kataro lifted the curtain and stood there, then turned back to the nest and got her a brown ball.

Huaiyu: ...

But colds should be taken orally, right? But... cough.

Zhou Qian had no other options, so she...

At this moment, she carefully pinched the ball and said, "Thank you, Kotaro. I'll drink more hot water later."

"Also... the one inside... is your medicine suitable for the condition?"

Kataro flapped his wings and bent his two tentacles. He looked very confident, but...

Huaiyu sighed and followed it into the nest. He saw that the large white porcelain bowl in the corner was once again filled with colorful balls, but there was no more stonecrop.

And since Kataro didn't give any meaning at all, the proof is not quite right.

Huaiyu touched its back shell and said, "Thank you for your hard work, Taro! I'll go take care of the patient first."

A few chicks had no intention of returning to the nest and were chirping in the grass. It was getting dark and Huaiyu couldn't see where they were, so he went back to the house and grabbed a handful of rice grains:

“Gugugugugugu…”

As soon as I called out, I heard fluttering sounds all around me, followed by the sound of chicks running around in the grass.

Not long after, the four chicks, which cost two hundred and fifty yuan each, quickly and proactively rushed back to the nest, and lowered their heads to search actively and eagerly.

Judging from its skilled posture, it might have come back countless times during the first day of free range.

Huaiyu couldn't help but laugh a little, and his heavy mood was relieved a lot: "She's quite picky."

This rice has been purified.

…

Back in the house, Huaiyu changed his wet clothes, looked at the brown ball given by Kataro, and finally poured himself a cup of hot water.

Then she turned her attention to Zhou Qian.

When the towel was lifted, there were no more black spider web marks on Zhou Qian's face, but there was a black bulge on his cheekbone.

This black bulge is not a regular circle, but is about four centimeters long. The narrowest parts at both ends are like a line, but the widest part is 0.5 centimeters.

At this moment, it was coiled on his face like a ferocious snake.

Huaiyu hesitated, and with just a light touch, Zhou Qian began to shake violently in his sleep. And the place felt tight, like a bubble that was about to burst.

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

Looking from the right cheek to the ear, there is also a similar black bulge about four or five centimeters long.

Next is the neck, and then...

Huaiyu reached out to unbutton the hospital gown, only to see the same hideous marks from the collarbone to the chest.

She silently withdrew her hand, feeling torn between her conscience and her desires.

——If Zhou Qian is sent back now, can the doctors, who are so professional, save him? But if he is sent back, how can we explain the medicinal properties of this high concentration of scutellaria? Will Ketaro's existence be exposed?

There is another terrible possibility -

She placed Zhou Qian's bound arms outside the tub and rolled up her sleeves so that they were no longer in contact with the turbid liquid medicine in the tub. In just a moment, a black mark from the back of her right hand to her palm began to swell visibly, as if something was running rampant inside, eager to spread out.

Huaiyu quickly put his hand back into the bucket.

Zhou Qian's violently twitching body slowly eased, but at the same time, without the medicine to keep his face wet, he frowned again and quickly let out a painful groan from his tightly blocked mouth.

Such a tragic situation does not look like treatment at all, but rather like torture.

Given this condition, if Zhou Qian is separated from this bucket of medicine, he might not be able to make it back to the hospital.

No one is allowed to approach the Rose Corridor, and Huaiyu absolutely cannot lift the bathtub of water by herself. In reality, there is no time for her to divide it into packages and transport it slowly.

And if she communicated with the Rose Corridor and said something nice...

So the question is, everyone knows that Rose Corridor has a bad temper, so how can she do it? Not only can she get close to her, but she can also communicate with her, and most importantly, she can make Rose Corridor obedient.

Huaiyu sighed and stopped thinking about these complicated and difficult issues.

She put the wet towel back on Zhou Qian's face, thought about it, and finally decided to give it a try.

Anyway, we have to give it our all. No matter what happens, it can't be worse than being buried in the Rose Corridor, right?

She took a deep breath, took out her favorite knife, and slowly heated it over the fire.

The blade was gradually burned to a slightly black color, but the notch on it was particularly obvious. Remembering that this knife was not only used to cut things, but also to scrape the soil and cut branches, Huaiyu stared at it for a while, then rummaged through the boxes and cabinets to find the eggshell fragments of the eldest and second cubs.

It doesn't require much effort at all. Just pick up a bamboo branch from the side of the stove and push the eggshell fragments into it. The sharp fragments will easily cut into the bamboo branch.

I'm here, I got up early in the morning to write. But I write very slowly, I've been writing very slowly these past two days, after all, Zhou Qian has to think carefully...

It’s time to set off soon. I’ll write the rest when I get back in the evening.

I wish you all a happy Dragon Boat Festival!