Chapter 37 Chapter 37 Audacity (Part 2)! ...
The crowd of onlookers gradually dispersed, and Shopkeeper Yu couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.
This incident happened today, thanks to the help of this man in front of me.
Upon hearing that his guard was seriously injured, Manager Yu simply closed the shop, took the best trauma medicine and went to visit him with Zhao Mingsheng.
As soon as I entered the room, I saw Jingliu lying face down on the bed, still unconscious.
Fortunately, because he was lying down, Manager Yu did not recognize him. This was the person who questioned him in his pharmacy that day.
Although he was mentally prepared, Zhao Mingsheng couldn't help but gasp when he saw the wound.
The injury was on the back, from the shoulder blade to the lower back, with a deep wound visible to the bone caused by a sharp weapon.
The uninjured parts were covered in cold sweat due to the pain, and the sweat mixed with blood flowed down.
A trace of worry flashed across Yan Zhuo's eyes as he explained to Shopkeeper Yu, "His bleeding hasn't stopped, so I temporarily sealed two of his acupoints."
Although sealing the acupoints can stop bleeding, it only treats the symptoms and not the root cause. Furthermore, the acupoints cannot be sealed for long periods of time, otherwise the person will become disabled.
Yan Zhuo tapped him twice on the back, and as the blood flowed out of the wound as the blood was untied.
"Oh no!" Zhao Mingsheng exclaimed in a low voice.
He was bleeding so fast that his clothes were soon stained red. If he continued like this, he would soon die from excessive blood loss.
There seemed to be dark clouds swirling in Yan Zhuo's inky eyes.
This morning they received news that Cui Cen's traces were suspected to have been found about thirty miles outside the town.
They never expected that the news they received was false. When they arrived there, someone had already ambushed them, waiting for them to fall into the trap.
Originally, with their martial arts skills, they were not invincible even though the enemy outnumbered them. But unexpectedly, the enemy cheated and even lurked to attack from behind, and it was Jingliu who took the blow for him.
It seemed that they had also coated their knives with poison, which could prevent the blood from clotting in the wound, making it take a long time for the wound to heal. Ordinary wound medicine was completely ineffective.
After bringing Jingliu back, he discovered this. That's why he had no choice but to seal Jingliu's acupuncture points. Then he went out alone to look for medicine and happened to meet Zhao Mingsheng and others at the pharmacy.
After checking the patient's wound, Manager Yu's expression was rarely seen as serious.
"No, his wound is too deep. It won't work just with gold medicine. It needs to be sutured as soon as possible."
Time was running out, so Manager Yu immediately prepared to suture the wound.
He washed his hands and opened the medicine box, but the moment he said to himself, "Oh no!"
Jingliu's wound was too big, and the amount of mulberry bark thread used for suturing would probably not be enough.
Mulberry bark thread is made from the fiber of the mulberry bark, which needs to be twisted into a hemp rope and then split into eight or sixteen strands. The thinner the better. It is very troublesome to make, and it is too late to make it now.
Shopkeeper Yu had no choice but to urge Zhao Mingsheng to buy some more silk thread. He frowned, thinking about the distance from here to the embroidery workshop, and the more he thought about it, the more he felt discouraged.
This back and forth will definitely take a lot of time. I wonder if this person can hold on.
Turning around, he found Zhao Mingsheng still standing there, searching for something in her bag. Shopkeeper Yu couldn't help but said anxiously, "Girl, why don't you go quickly!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Zhao Mingsheng was seen holding a bundle of silk threads in his hand, which was shining with a faint silver light.
It was a small bundle of silver thread.
"Do you think this can be used?"
Shopkeeper Yu took the silver thread from her hand and said with great joy, "Of course!"
It seems that this little brother is not destined to die, otherwise why would God be helping him and the people around him just happen to have silver threads on their bodies?
Zhao Mingsheng breathed a sigh of relief, "As long as it can be used."
When she bought silk thread today, she had not wanted to buy this fancy silver thread, but under the strong recommendation of the shopkeeper, she somehow bought a small bundle.
Now that I think about it, I’m lucky I bought this bundle of silver thread, and it was all thanks to the boss lady’s enthusiastic promotion!
Shopkeeper Yu prepared his needle and thread, ready to start sewing. He glanced around and beckoned Yan Zhuo, who was standing nearby.
"Little brother, come over here and help me."
Let King Heng help him?
The scene was so beautiful that Zhao Mingsheng couldn't even imagine it.
She glanced at Yan Zhuo secretly. Ever since they started checking Jing Liu's injuries, the expression on his face had been murky and unclear, and she didn't know what he was thinking.
Zhao Mingsheng thought he was unwilling, so he quickly stepped forward and offered himself, "Manager Yu, let me help you."
Shopkeeper Yu glared at her with puffed beard and said, "I'm afraid that the stitches will be too painful and he'll struggle when he wakes up, so I asked this little brother to hold him down. How are you holding him down?"
Zhao Mingsheng thought that Manager Yu disliked her lack of strength, so she easily lifted the Eight Immortals sinking wood table next to her with one hand.
The sparkle in his eyes seemed to say: Look how strong I am!
Shopkeeper Yu looked like this girl was hopeless.
"Girl, he's a man after all, and he's naked. It's okay for you to just look at him, but are you sure you want to touch him?"
As soon as these words were spoken, Yan Zhuo, who had been silent all this time, suddenly spoke.
"I'll do it."
After saying this, he came to Zhao Mingsheng and took her place.
Zhao Mingsheng withdrew his hand angrily and gently put down the table.
"Is there anything else I can help you with?"
Shopkeeper Yu pondered for a moment and said, "His wound hasn't healed for a long time, which means his blood coagulation is very poor. Go and boil a bowl of medicine to accelerate blood coagulation and stop bleeding." He wrote down a prescription as he spoke.
Zhao Mingsheng nodded to indicate that she remembered everything.
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Half an hour later, Zhao Mingsheng came into the house carrying the boiled medicine.
Shopkeeper Yu had just finished sewing the last stitch.
Jing Liu was awake now, the pain making his back muscles tremble. Despite this, he gritted his teeth and didn't even cry out in pain.
Seeing Zhao Mingsheng coming in with a bowl of medicine, Yan Zhuo picked up the outer robe beside him and covered Jingliu's upper body.
Zhao Mingsheng wanted to see how the wound was being sutured, but he had no choice but to take the medicine bowl in his hand and walked to Jingliu's side and asked:
"The medicine is ready. Do you need me to feed you?"
Before Jingliu could answer, Yan Zhuo suddenly walked up to her and took the medicine bowl from her hand.
He said simply, "I'll do it."
Zhao Mingsheng was deeply moved. Where else could one find such a kind and hands-on master?
But she carefully noticed that Jingliu's body on the bed seemed to be shaking more and more violently, and she could see him trembling even through his outer robe.
Zhao Mingsheng didn’t understand. Was it because it hurt too much?
She hurriedly urged: "Then feed it quickly!"
When she was decocting the medicine, she deliberately put some spiritual spring water in. After drinking the medicine and being nourished by the spiritual spring water, the pain might not be so severe.
“No, no!”
When Jing Liu heard that Yan Zhuo was going to feed him the medicine personally, he shook his head like a dice.
"I can do it myself!" He snatched the medicine bowl and drank it all in a few gulps.
When Zhao Mingsheng first saw his wounds and his half-dead appearance, she was really worried for a while, but seeing that he was still relatively energetic, she felt relieved.
Perhaps the medicine worked, Jingliu felt the pain in his back gradually disappear, his trembling became less and less, and soon he fell into a deep sleep.
In order not to disturb his rest, the three people in the house came to the yard.
"Thank you both for your help." Yan Zhuo expressed his gratitude sincerely.
This caused Shopkeeper Yu to laugh heartily. He patted him on the shoulder and praised him, "No need to be so polite, little brother. I haven't thanked you for helping my pharmacy yet."
He recalled that neat skill and couldn't help but praise: "Little brother, your martial arts skills are really good!"
When Zhao Mingsheng saw that Manager Yu and Prince Heng were acting like brothers and were arm in arm with each other, his face turned pale.
Afraid that Prince Heng would think Manager Yu was too rude and punish him, he quickly stepped forward to separate the two of them.
Shopkeeper Yu still felt a little unsatisfied. After what happened today, he was a little scared. What if Cui Xin brought people to his door again to ask for the secret recipe?
He looked at the injuries on the man in the room and saw that he was a vengeful gangster. Since the courtyard was a bit old, he thought they were living on the edge of a knife. So he asked:
"I wonder what you do, young man? Is there any work available?" Would you like to work as a warrior in his shop?
Before he could even finish his last sentence, Zhao Mingsheng saw through what he was thinking.
Zhao Mingsheng was so frightened that he broke out in a cold sweat. Why are people today so bold? Manager Yu’s idea is very dangerous!
Let King Heng be your thug.
How dare you!
Before Shopkeeper Yu could finish his last sentence, Zhao Mingsheng interrupted him:
"Shopkeeper Yu doesn't need him to worry about anything. He's usually busy with his work."
The implication is that there is no way he can be a janitor at a drugstore.
Shopkeeper Yu could only say with regret, "Is that so? That's such a pity."
After successfully dispelling Manager Yu's dangerous idea, Zhao Mingsheng could finally breathe a sigh of relief.
"Oh, we've gotten into this trouble. I don't know if the pharmacy will ever have peace again." Shopkeeper Yu muttered softly.
Yan Zhuo watched them singing in unison, wondering what they were saying in sign language.
But he had sharp hearing and caught Manager Yu's mumbling.
trouble?
He thought carefully about what he saw in the pharmacy today. Was he referring to the person who asked for the recipe for Qibao Meiran Pills?
But Tian Jingliu told him that the Qibao Meixu Pills were made by Zhao Mingsheng himself.
Yan Zhuo thought about it for a moment and guessed that the pills were consigned by her at the pharmacy. So now her prescription was being coveted by someone else?
Will it have any impact on her if I leave it alone?
Yan Zhuo didn't dare to take the risk.
In addition, Manager Yu has done his best to save Jingliu, and this can be considered as a favor to him, so Yan Zhuo also intends to help them.
So Yan Zhuo thought carefully and made an arrangement: "If Shopkeeper Yu doesn't mind, I will find a few people to help you look after the store during this period."
Shopkeeper Yu was just wondering where to find someone, but upon hearing this, he nodded eagerly and said, "That's great!" The wrinkles on his face smoothed out. "Thank you very much, little brother!"
If the people invited were as skilled as this young brother, Cui Xin's servants would definitely be beaten badly with their mediocre skills.
I guess after Cui Xin hits a wall a few times, he won't cause trouble again.
After resolving a major issue in his mind, Shopkeeper Yu felt that he might even wake up laughing in his dreams tonight.
But the next day, he couldn't laugh anymore.
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