Chapter 1009: The daughter of the sinner conquers the Jagged God of War 8
Zhao Pu was worried and could only pin his hopes on Shu Ange. 70% confidence is better than watching Huo Wang lose his life a little bit.
It was night. After everyone settled down, Zhao Pu burned charcoal fire in King Huo's room and quietly guarded by the bed.
Looking at his master's closed eyes, he felt sadness, and when he thought of the words of class master Bai, there was a little hope in his heart.
After dinner, the head of the white class once came. Zhao Pu watched her change the bandages for King Huo, gave him acupuncture and moxibustion, and finally instructed him to stay by the side at night. If King Huo suddenly became cold and hot, he would definitely Call her in time.
When they met by chance, Shu Ange did her best to such a degree that Zhao Pu was deeply moved.
Ye Xiao's cry came from outside the window, and one's neck was chilled.
Zhao Pu left the bed, walked to the door, opened it a crack, and a masked man in black made a few gestures to him, then dodged into the room.
This was the secret code between Zhao Pu and his companions. He closed the door, the man in black pulled down the black scarf, and asked worriedly, "How is your lord?"
He has thick eyebrows and big eyes, five officials are upright, his back is tall and straight, and he has the brave and chilling spirit of a soldier.
Zhao Pu frowned and sighed, then lowered his voice and said, "My lord, for a while during the day, his cheeks were hot and his limbs were cold, and his breath was weak. I had no choice but to park the carriage on the side of the road."
Hearing this, Heiyi's heart tensed, and he asked anxiously, "How is your lord now, is he out of danger?"
"My lord is much better now. The situation during the day is really terrifying. Fortunately, auspicious people have their own celestial appearance, and some noble people help, and use acupuncture to stop the bleeding and reduce fever for the lord."
Zhao Pu sighed, and his face was filled with joy for the rest of his life.
The man in black walked to the side of the bed, knelt on the ground, probed Huo Wang's breath with his fingers, and tested the temperature of his cheeks. Seeing that his breath was still stable, he was relieved.
"It was Bai Jinzhu, the leader of the Jade Lotus class, who saved the prince. Is he reliable?"
The man in black asked Zhao Pu, he nodded and replied: "It is the leader of the white class, who grew up in Lingyu Temple and studied under several eminent monks. I saw him with compassion and kindness. Although he met by chance, he was King Huo. Seeing a doctor without hiding his secrets, he is a trustworthy person."
When Zhao Pu first came to Shu Ange, it was indeed because he was in a hurry to go to the doctor.
After all, King Huo saw that there was more air in and out less, and if he delayed it any longer, the gods would be weak.
"In your opinion, how is the medical skills of the day class leader?"
After the man in black pondered, he asked such a question.
After pondering it carefully, Zhao Pu returned seriously: "The day class leader speaks well about medical principles, and he knows the prince's illness very well. I don't understand the prescription she prescribed, but her acupuncture technique is very miraculous."
"The prescription asked me to transcribe a copy. My brothers and I divided several routes, went all the way to Los Angeles to ask for a famous doctor, and went all the way to the side to invite a famous doctor to see a doctor for King Huo."
"It's a prescription."
Zhao Pu took out the prescription stored in the box. After the man in black copied it, he instructed Zhao Pu to leave after a few words.
The door closed again, Zhao Pu tucked the quilt for King Huo, leaned on the bed and stepped off the pedal, holding his sword and keeping his eyes closed.
He was loyal to King Huo and was willing to use his life to guard King Huo's safety.
The town of Longtan is not big. Suddenly, a group of strangers came. It is said that they are shadow puppet show troupes. The villagers are very rare.
Follow the local customs, Uncle Yong, Mingxiu, Liu Qilang, gossip with adults, play with children, and don't lose their temper when they encounter stubborn children. conquered.
Shu Ange chatted a few words with the villagers early in the morning, and after asking which side of the mountain had herbs, he went out with a bamboo basket on his back.
She asked along the way, and after going up the mountain, she used a flower **** or a sickle to dig out the herbs she needed to eliminate all dangers.
Dihua's injury is very serious, and the blood in his skull is clotted. If you want to heal him, you must be extremely cautious, otherwise, he will be killed accidentally.
He has been in a coma, his digestive ability is weakened, the traditional Chinese medicine is sticky and bitter, and it is difficult for him to absorb the medicine smoothly.
If you want to save Dihua, you must first wake him up.
Shu Ange picked out the night light, pulled out several medical books collected by the original owner from the bottom of the box, and read it over and over.
These medical books are nothing more than common typhoid and miscellaneous diseases and their treatments. Shu Ange read these medical books for inspiration.
Different medicinal materials, different parts, and even different seasons have different effects.
Shu Ange stayed up all night, thought about several treatment options, and finally decided to choose the safest method. In this way, Dihua may wake up a little slower, but at least there won't be too much risk.
The herbs she picked on the mountain were for Dihua's medicinal bath. In the prescriptions she prescribed, in addition to the prepared herbs, there were also fresh herbs.
Medicated baths are usually used as an auxiliary treatment method. Due to Dihua's special situation, Shu Ange's treatment for him mainly focuses on acupuncture and medicated baths.
Shu Ange buried his head in collecting herbs on the mountain, and only went down the mountain with a bamboo basket full of herbs and returned to the rented dwelling near dusk.
During the day, Zhao Pu learned that Shu Ange went up the mountain to collect herbs, and he felt ashamed and grateful to see that she had only come back from being busy until now.
The other party sincerely treated Huo Wang, but he was worried and concealed the true identities of himself and his master.
As time went on, Zhao Pu's trust in Shu Ange increased day by day, and he made plans in his heart to discuss with him to tell her the true identities of the two when his master woke up.
Three or five days later, Shu Ange gathered the medicinal materials needed for the medicated bath and helped Dihua bathe together with Zhao Pu.
Since Dihua has been in a coma, it is very troublesome for him to take a medicated bath.
Shu Ange covered it up so well, Zhao Pu never knew she was disguised as a man, so he calmly took off her clothes for Dihua and took a medicated bath with her.
The scalding hot water was poured into the tub one by one, and Shu Ange removed Dihua's clothes.
His light wheat-colored skin became somewhat fair because he had not seen the sun for a long time.
Dihua's back and chest are covered with criss-cross scars, most of which are old wounds, and there are also a few new ones with deep marks.
The scars on his body made Shu Ange stunned for a moment. She felt sorry for him, but she couldn't show it.
Zhao Pu was afraid that Shu Ange would doubt Dihua's identity, so when he unbuttoned his clothes, he hurriedly said, "My son has been fond of martial arts since he was a child, and likes to help Lu Jianbuping with his sword. He has suffered some old injuries when he fought against others before."
"Well, help the son into the barrel."
The scars on Dihua's body and Zhao Pu's concealed attitude allowed Shu Ange to guess his true identity.
If it was the person she had in mind, then he was definitely a great hero to respect.
(It's time for a holiday today, are you happy?)