After saying that, he glanced at Chi Xingyue and felt that this girl was trying to hold back her laughter.
The old lady had a heart attack and regretted not listening to the little girl.
What's so interesting about this pig-killing howling? It would be better to go back to Rongsiyuan and rest early.
Chi Xingyue looked at the old lady's back and curled the corners of her lips slightly.
But when the old lady came out, she immediately became serious again, as if nothing had happened.
This made the old lady feel less embarrassed. She coughed lightly and was supported by Chi Xingyue back to Rongsiyuan.
The old man found out that the old lady had gone out and changed her clothes.
It felt weird, but his desire to survive made him blurt out, "You should wear something brighter. Look, how beautiful it is!"
The old lady was so delighted by the praise that she began to describe the operation in Zhegui Hospital to him in vivid detail.
"Oh, you don't know, that sound is as loud as slaughtering a pig..."
The old man was startled when he heard this, but he grasped the key point very keenly: "How does Xingyue know all that?"
Chi Xingyue smiled awkwardly and repeated the nonsense he had told Doctor Cheng.
The old man tried hard to think whether it was the inheritance he obtained when he and Ji Heng went to find the cave, or when they destroyed the Black Wind Village together.
But no matter what, there is no doubt that this granddaughter-in-law is blessed with good luck.
The old man was glad that his grandson had good vision, and at the same time decided that the family would be handed over to the young couple in the future.
Chi Xingyue chatted with the old lady for a while and then returned to Qingfengyuan.
Those three were seriously injured. Without some help, they might not survive.
Chi Xingyue came to the small kitchen and took out two earthenware jars.
One was boiling medicine and the other was stewing soup, all using spiritual spring water. After the water boiled, he asked Baozhu to watch over it and went back to the room to take a nap.
Doctor Cheng applied medicine to the first soldier, wrapped him in gauze, opened the door, and asked someone to carry the wounded man to the west wing.
The injuries were so severe that they didn't dare move him to Tinglan Hospital. They were afraid that if something happened, they wouldn't be able to rush over to treat him because they were far away.
However, there were too many people in the west wing and there was no room left. Cao Dashan and his companions squeezed in one after another.
After a few days of rest, the Ling brothers felt that they were not seriously injured, so they said, "Let the little brother come over here. We will pack up and go back to our rooms to recuperate."
Doctor Cheng thought it was okay and asked someone to arrange it.
When he turned back and was about to perform surgery on the second soldier, he found that his frightened eyes were staring at him.
The young man shook his head frantically, preferring to die rather than undergo surgery.
But how could Doctor Cheng allow such a thing to happen? He immediately called Zhaocai to come and help, lifted the man onto the table, and tied his hands and feet.
"Ah, ah, no, help!" The man looked very excited. Even though he was seriously injured and had no strength left, he kicked Jinbao so hard that he staggered and almost caused Doctor Cheng to fall.
Ling Jiheng frowned and called Ling Yi to come over for help.
With a chop of his hand, the young man fell silent. Everyone breathed a sigh of relief.
But he was already awake, and even if he was knocked unconscious again, he would wake up again with just one blow from the knife.
Ling Jiheng asked them to wait for a while and returned to Qingfeng Courtyard.
I explained the situation to Chi Xingyue and asked for an anesthetic.
Chi Xingyue asked him, "Can you use it?"
Ling Jiheng shook his head, indicating no.
But if you don't give it to the other party, there is only one result - death. If you give it to the other party, there is a chance of life or death.
Just, let’s try it once!
Chi Xingyue went to Zheguiyuan with him and waited in the west room.
Ling Jiheng entered the east room and sprinkled anesthetic on the young man's wound. After waiting for a moment, he said calmly, "Alright, let's do it!"
Doctor Cheng was puzzled, thinking, "Can you use a knife just by pouring water? Is this really that magical?"
But he didn't ask any more questions. Instead, he put the knife on the young man's chest and tentatively cut it down.
Well, his skin was torn and the young man didn't feel any pain at all.
Ling Jiheng breathed a sigh of relief and asked the other party to hurry up and treat the wound.
With previous experience, Dr. Cheng pulled out the arrow in just a few minutes.
He quickly sutured the wound with catgut, bandaged it, and sent the person to the west wing.
The one who didn't use anesthesia stayed awake because of the pain.
Seeing Ling Yi and the others bringing their companion in, he asked in surprise, "What happened to him?"
"I don't know. He fainted from shock while I was treating his wound. Whether he can wake up depends on his luck."
These words were given by Ling Jiheng.
He used the anesthetic by accident, and he's not sure if it has any side effects, so he can only say that it's bad.
In this way, even if the person was not rescued, his companions would understand and would not vent their anger on the Ling family.
After that, Fu Huanping's injuries were treated.
Although he was stabbed several times and had broken bones, his injuries were not as serious as those of the two soldiers.
Doctor Cheng rested for a moment before setting his bones and suturing him, all in one smooth motion.
Fu Huanping was drowsy and woke up the moment the bones were reconnected.
After seeing the surroundings and the person who treated him, he breathed a sigh of relief.
When he wanted to ask where his two companions had gone, he was so painful from the needle and thread piercing his flesh that he broke out in a cold sweat.
Ling Yi pressed his legs hard to prevent him from dislocating the bones that Doctor Cheng had worked so hard to fix.
Ling Jiheng also advised: "Bear with it, I'm treating your injuries. Even if the process is a little painful, isn't it okay as long as the result is good?
You reacted so violently, you don't want to return to the battlefield!"
Upon hearing this, Fu Huanping became obedient and looked at Ling Jiheng with resentment in his eyes.
For ordinary people, the battlefield is not a good place. Every year, they try to avoid conscription whenever possible.
But for Fu Huanping, who came from a family of military generals, that was where the value of his life was reflected.
His dream since childhood was to pacify the border. If he had to go home to retire at such a young age, it would be more painful than taking his life.
Thinking of this, my eyes turned red. Enduring the pain, I asked, "Is my leg okay?"
For people who are often injured, how could they not know that superficial injuries can be healed with care, but if the bones are not properly reconnected, it may lead to lifelong disability?
Ling Jiheng comforted him: "Doctor Cheng is very skilled. As long as you cooperate, there will be no problem."
In the past, he would have been more reserved, but ever since he learned about Chi Xingyue's spiritual spring water, he'd become more confident than ever about treating this less serious injury.
Fu Huanping pulled the corners of his stiff lips, and his psychological burden was greatly reduced.
Seeing that his pain tolerance had greatly improved after being distracted, Ling Jiheng hurriedly asked, "How did you get hurt? Where are the others? Do you need any support or a call?"
When talking about this, Fu Huanping gritted his teeth in hatred.
The plan to annihilate the Northern Liao army was going smoothly, but unexpectedly, we encountered a heartless person.
If that bastard Luo Changchun hadn't betrayed him, he and his brothers wouldn't have almost lost their lives.
It was such a waste that I went deep into the enemy camp and risked my life to save him.
Seeing that he didn't say anything for a long time, Ling Jiheng thought he didn't want to talk about it, so he didn't pursue the matter further.
Changing the subject, he said, "What do you want to eat tonight? I'll ask my family to make it for you!"
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