Xu Xiaole held the lancet and recalled the five sword techniques explained by He Shaoyang.

These five sword techniques are not mysterious, they are nothing more than experience in dealing with different types of wounds.

The sharp blade slashed the skin and muscles of the wounded person's back. The injured person couldn't help but let out a moan and his body shook slightly.

Zhang Da'er and his brother pressed the injured person tightly, for fear that the knife in Xu Xiaole's hand would be cut in the wrong place. These two desperate people who licked blood in the blade to make a living better than Xu Xiaole.

Xu Xiaole quickly cut the flesh along the sharp edge of the arrow cluster and steadily clustered the arrows out.

A stream of dirty blood surged out instantly.

Xu Xiaole quickly ordered: "Rinse the potion."

The cripple who was waiting beside him was so nervous that his hands were trembling. He quickly scooped a jug of Jinlianzi Soup and poured it on the wound, washing away the blood.

Xu Xiaole held the knife in one hand and wanted to open the wound with the other, so he had to shout, "Slow down, rinse slowly, and don't leave blood clots."

The lame man became even more nervous and sprinkled half of the potion.

Zhang Da'er cursed: "I didn't even see you trembling with your hands even when I killed someone. Why are you shaking now? Just think that Lao Liu is dead!"

The lame man cried and said, "Who knows that saving people is harder than killing people."

Xu Xiaole calmly said, "Don't panic, why did I wash the wounds just now? Just follow that speed."

Among the two surviving wounded people, the one who was stabbed in the chest was actually even worse. Xu Xiaole first washed his wound and then sewed a needle. This time he learned about treating meat mountains and took a unique approach in sewing methods. He sewed two layers from flesh to skin, which should be able to speed up the healing of the wound.

After these things are done, the person's life or death depends entirely on God's intention.

The cripple recalled the scene where Xu Xiaole was sewing a needle just now, and his hands shook even more, and only one-third of the potion rushed to the wound.

When Xu Xiaole saw that this might not be enough, he hurriedly said, "Let the top cook and then send it down, and you will have all sprinkled the potion." The man pressed his legs and hurriedly ran up to pass the message. Now he was seriously short of manpower, and it was the boatman who cooked the medicine on it.

Zhang Da'er was very ashamed of his subordinates, and changed the subject and said to Xiaole: "Xiaole, didn't you say that you would not have bleeding after the injection?"

Xu Xiaole knew that silver needles did not stop bleeding and pain. He saw He Shaoyang had used it with his own eyes, and he could also find explanations in the book. However, he had never learned the acupuncture method. The depth of the needle, the location of the acupuncture point, and the replenishment method could only be copied from the book. This effect seems to be almost non-existent now.

Xu Xiaole ignored Zhang Da'er and still asked the cripple to wash the wound, saying, "If you think killing is easier, just treat this potion as poison and treat him as your enemy."

This really worked. The lame man finally stabilized his hand and poured the medicine soup into the wound.

Xu Xiaole saw that it was almost done. The lancet changed to a bent needle. The cotton thread that had just been cooked in boiling water turned cold and could be used after being passed in Jinlian Zi Soup. This time, because the wound was extremely deep, the muscle fat on the injured person's back was clearly layered, so Xu Xiaole simply sewed three layers.

Zhang Da'er saw the dark yellow oil on the inner layer and took a breath before he could stop spitting it out. However, Xu Xiaole was focused. Not to mention nausea and vomiting, his heart was like an ancient well, without any turmoil.

At a moment, the guide and the boatman came down with the soup, and the heat was still dissipating. The two said, "Brother, the soup has faded."

Zhang Da'er asked Xu Xiaole: "Do you want to get medicine again?"

Xu Xiaole didn't even raise his head, and he was stitching his stitches. Because it was a cluster of three-edged arrows, it was equivalent to cutting out three wounds after being stabbed and tilted downward. Xu Xiaole had to suture three sides in pairs and finally sew them in circles. The workload was much greater than the slashing injury of one and two halves.

Zhang Da'er looked at the light and saw beads of sweat the size of soybeans coming out of Xu Xiaole's forehead, and he didn't dare to speak anymore. As he watched Xu Xiaole start to sew his skin, the blood gushed out from the wound became less and less, and he finally put a stone in his heart.

Xu Xiaole tied a knot, shrugged his shoulders, and a rattle of joints sounded. He put down the needle, scooped a scoop of medicine soup himself, rushed onto the wound, and said, "How much money do you have?"

Zhang Da'er was stunned and blurted out, "How much do you want?"

"There is extra money. Go and buy some honey. The purer the better. Apply some to their wounds and drink some with water." Xu Xiaole looked around and said, "This cellar is too turbulent. If you insist on not carrying them up, then buy two tumblers and put them under the bed to absorb the moisture."

Zhang Da'er nodded slightly and said, "I understand. Xiaole, it's all up to you this time."

Xu Xiaole examined the two injured again, all of whom were unconscious, and I don’t know if they could still wake up. He said, “They lost too much blood, so I can’t tell them to have bleeding immediately, so I can only leave it to fate.”

The young man leading the way cried, "If I could give my blood to my sixth brother, I would rather die."

Xu Xiaole shook his head: "Will he let him drink blood? Why not give him some ginseng soup?"

Zhang Da'er sent Xu Xiaole up there, and the other cripple, the boatman and the person who led the way stayed below to take care of the two injured. After leaving the hut, Xu Xiaole felt how fresh the air outside was. He asked Zhang Da'er and said, "Didn't you go to sea?"

Zhang Da'er smiled bitterly and shook his head.

Xu Xiaole said again: "I won't talk about you anymore, those two ingots of gold..."

Zhang Da'er interrupted Xu Xiaole and said, "Xiaole, don't be polite to me Jinzi. This is extremely risky. I'm already very sorry to bring you in. Gold and silver are things outside of your body, just keep it."

Xu Xiaole waited for Zhang Da'er to finish speaking and said, "I want to say that those two ingots of gold are deposits, so don't forget to give me a medical fee."

Zhang Da'er felt depressed and lowered his head and said, "I will not forget it. When the wind dissipates, I will send it to you. But now when we buy medicine, I'll be targeted. Xiaole, what can you do?"

Xu Xiaole thought for a while and said, "It doesn't matter. I distribute today's medicine into the patient's prescription in the future and can't find it out. But what are the rumors you are talking about?"

Zhang Da'er hesitated for a moment and said, "When it dawns, I'm afraid the whole city will be in full swing."

Xu Xiaole couldn't help asking, "What big case did you do? Da Er, I thought you were a smart person and always knew that there were things that you couldn't cross the line."

Zhang Da'er sighed: "I've had enough of being a gangster. I want to do a big career! If it works this time, I can jump over the gantry and be reborn."

Xu Xiaole is even more curious, but thinking about how much rewards can be made, it is definitely not a small case of robbery. It is better not to know about it.

After a while, the boatman came out and Zhang Da'er asked him to take Xu Xiaole back.

Xu Xiaole had already boarded the boat and couldn't help saying, "I'll ask your people to go to Changchuntang to get ginseng tomorrow morning. If someone really wants to find you, I'm afraid there will be someone watching the medicine shop and the butcher shop."

"Butterfarm?" Zhang Da'er was puzzled.

Xu Xiaole said speechlessly: "Don't you buy pig liver to replenish blood? If you buy too much and have a raw face, what's the strange thing about being stared at?"

Zhang Da'er was scared and sweated: "What should I do?"

"Eat black fish soup." Xu Xiaole gave a replacement method: "If you go and buy it yourself, no one can find out."

Zhang Da'er nodded solemnly: "I will not thank you for your kindness."

Xu Xiaole also looked solemn: "Don't forget my medical fee."

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