Chapter 112 111. Torsuring
It was not until dusk fell that Huaiyu could finally sit on the bench and take a breath.
Her clothes were already wet, and the turbid potion of Shilurui soaked into the fabric. Not only was the color messy, it looked like it was taken out of a pickle vat, but there was also a weird medicinal smell all over her body. .
If it weren’t for the fire burning on the stove in the room, I would have been sneezing by now.
But——Huaiyu no longer has the energy to change clothes.
Panting, she looked at Zhou Qian who was curled up in the small bathtub and twitching continuously. At this moment, her mind was empty and she was 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 today——
His tall and strong body was curled up in the tub, and the amputation wound on his thigh was also soaked in the murky water.
As for whether it would be infected or not, Huaiyu had no time to think about it.
And his hands were also tied with rope, and a cut-off towel was stuffed in his mouth. The towels were even a muddy color soaked in potion.
As for the face... well, you can't see it. A rag-like towel taken out of the same sauce vat is also wet on the face.
He struggled to get it off, and then Huaiyu persevered in covering it up.
This afternoon of tossing and tossing made her very tired.
Now, Huaiyu has arranged all the Shilurui colorful balls that can be arranged, including soaking, applying, and drinking. She didn't know medical skills and didn't know which one would be most useful, so she had to use a three-pronged approach.
But...
“Why does it still hurt so much?”
Huaiyu looked at a pile of krona balls scattered in the basin on the ground, red, white, yellow and green. It's purple, but it's not as colorful as Shi Longrui.
Now, the water in the bathtub has turned a strange color, all the balls that should be soaked have been soaked, and more than half of the pot is left in the kettle. The ferocious and weird black spider web patterns on Zhou Qian's body have gradually disappeared, but his painful The moaning became more and more intense.
The man was not even awake, but his brows were furrowed, as if he was engaged in a huge struggle.
Huaiyu paused, got up and went to look for Katsaro outside the door. The evening breeze blew, and his wet clothes made his heart feel cold.
She couldn't help but "sneeze", and two lines of clear nasal discharge were about to come down.
But Kataro opened the curtain and stood there, turned around and went back to the nest to get her a brown ball.
Huaiyu:...
Of course, but you should take it orally if you have a cold, right? But...cough.
Zhou Qian had no way to go, so she just...
At this moment, she pinched the ball carefully: "Thank you, Kataro, I will drink more hot water later. "
"The other thing is...the one inside...is your medicine suitable for the disease?"
Ketaro flapped his wings and bent his two tentacles. He looked very confident, but...
Huaiyu sighed and followed it into the nest, and saw the large white porcelain bowl in the corner again. Once it was piled with colorful balls, but there was no more Shi Lurui.
And since Kataro has no intention of giving it at all, the proof is not quite right.
Huaiyu touched its back: "Thank you for your hard work, Taro! I will take care of the patient first."
A few chickens have no plans to return to their nests yet. They were chirping in the grass, and it was getting dark. Huaiyu couldn't see where they were, so he went back to the house and grabbed a handful of rice grains:
"Coo, coo, coo, coo..."
As soon as I called, I heard a flapping sound all around, and then the sound of chickens scurrying in the grass. Not long after, the four chicks, each priced at 250, quickly and proactively rushed back to the nest, proactively and eagerly lowering their heads to look for them.
Looking at this skilled posture, during the first day of the day, I might have come back countless times.
Huaiyu couldn't help but feel a little funny, and his heavy mood relaxed a lot: "It's quite challenging."
This rice has been purified.
......
Back in the house, Huaiyu changed out of his wet clothes, looked at the brown balls given by Kataro, and finally poured himself a cup of hot water.
Then she set her sights on Zhou Qian again.
When the towel was lifted, there were no black spider veins on Zhou Qian's face, but there was a black bulge on his cheekbones.
This black bulge is not a regular circle, but 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 touched it lightly, and Zhou Qian trembled violently in his sleep. And it felt tight there, like a blister waiting to burst.
Looking at the right cheek to the ear, there is also a similar black bulge about four to five centimeters long.
Downward is the neck, and then...
Huaiyu stretched out his hand to unbutton the hospital gown, and saw the same ferocious marks from the collarbone to the chest.
She retracted her hand silently, and at this moment, heaven and man were at war in her heart.
——If Zhou Qian is sent back now, the doctors are so professional, can they save him?
If you can send it back, how can you explain the medicinal properties of this high concentration of Shilurui? Will Kataro's existence be exposed?
There is another terrible possibility——
She put Zhou Qian's tied arms outside the tub, and rolled up her sleeves to no longer touch the turbid potion in the tub. In just a moment, a black mark from the back to the palm of her right hand quickly became visible to the naked eye, as if there was something inside. Rampant, eager to spread——
Huaiyu quickly put his hand into the bucket again.
Zhou Qian's violently twitching body slowly calmed down, but at the same time, without any medicine on his face to keep wet, he frowned again and quickly let out a painful groan from his tightly packed mouth.
Such a miserable situation does not look like treatment at all, but rather like torture.
In this state, Zhou Qian may not be able to return to the hospital once he is separated from this bucket of potion.
No one was allowed to approach the Rose Corridor. Huaiyu could never lift the bathtub of water by herself, and there was no time for her to pack it and transport it slowly.
And if she communicates and says nice things to Qiangwei Corridor...
Then the question is, everyone knows that Qiangwei Corridor has a bad temper, how can she do it?
Not only can you get close, but you can also communicate, and most importantly, you can also make Rose Corridor obey.
Huaiyu sighed and stopped thinking about these complicated and difficult problems.
She put the wet towel on Zhou Qian's face again, thought about it, and finally decided to give it a try -
Anyway, they are all dead horses and doctors, no matter what, it will not be better than being buried in the rose. Is the corridor worse?
She took a deep breath, took out her favorite knife, and slowly burned it on the fire.
The blade was gradually burned slightly black, but the gap on it was also particularly obvious. Recalling that this knife was not only used to cut things, but also sometimes to dig through the soil and cut tree branches, Huaiyu stared at it for a while, then rummaged through the cabinets and found the eggshell fragments of the first and second cubs.
It doesn’t take much effort at all. Just pick a bamboo branch from the edge of the stove and insert the eggshell fragments into it. The sharp fragments will easily cut into the bamboo branch.
Come, get up early in the morning and write. But the writing is very slow. I have been writing very slowly in the past two days. After all, Zhou Qian has to think carefully...
It will be time to set off later, and the rest will be written when I come back in the evening.
Wish everyone a healthy Dragon Boat Festival!