Chapter 72

Outside, the little girl heard the voices inside and pounded on the mountain gate even harder. She cried out loudly, "Master, please, my grandfather is injured, please save him!"

Upon hearing this, Murong Feiyan no longer paid attention to Hu Xiaotian’s words and immediately pulled open the temple door.

When the girl saw the temple door open, she could no longer hold herself up and collapsed on the ground. Murong Feiyan hurriedly rushed forward to pick up the girl. The girl’s face was pale, and her body was trembling as she said in a trembling voice, "My grandfather... my grandfather..." pointing down the mountain.

Hu Xiaotian, using the light from a lightning flash, looked down the mountain and indeed saw a dark figure at the end of the stairs. He was worried about a trap, as he had almost been killed by the monks earlier, so he was cautious about everything.

Murong Feiyan knew what he was worried about, put the girl down, and whispered, "I’ll go with you!"

Hu Xiaotian nodded. With Murong Feiyan by his side, at least his safety was somewhat guaranteed. The two of them walked down the stairs and approached the dark figure. They saw an old man with white hair and black clothes lying on the ground, covered in blood, clearly severely injured. Hu Xiaotian felt his neck and checked his breathing, first confirming that the old man was still alive.

With Murong Feiyan’s help, Hu Xiaotian carried the old man. Fortunately, the old man was thin and weighed no more than a hundred pounds, so it didn’t take much effort to carry him.

Murong Feiyan assisted, and they returned to the temple, where she closed the temple door again. At this point, Shao Yijiao and Li Jinhao, hearing the commotion, also rushed over. Li Jinhao took the old man from Hu Xiaotian and led the old man and the girl to a side hall.

Liang Dazhuang and Hu Fo had just fallen asleep and were woken up again. Seeing several people carrying a blood-covered old man, they hurriedly came over.

Hu Xiaotian said, "Lay him on the altar carefully."

Together, they placed the old man on the altar.

Hu Xiaotian took a dry towel from Liang Dazhuang, wiped his face, and took a deep breath before returning to the old man’s side. The little girl in white tightly held the old man’s dry right hand, her expression filled with fear and sorrow, but her eyes were dry.

Hu Xiaotian reached out and gently patted the little girl’s shoulder, but she suddenly turned around, her clear, bright eyes glaring at Hu Xiaotian with intense anger. Her expression startled Hu Xiaotian; despite her young age, she exuded an indescribable authority and an unapproachable demeanor.

Hu Xiaotian awkwardly withdrew his hand, "Little sister, I just want to check your grandfather’s injuries."

Her clear, beautiful eyes revealed a complexity far beyond her age. She bit her pale lips and whispered, "Are you a doctor?"

Hu Xiaotian had never wanted to be a doctor in his life, but since he had traveled through time, he hadn’t forgotten the medical skills he had learned. If he knew nothing about medicine, it would be one thing, but since he did know and had the ability to save lives, how could he stand by and do nothing? Hu Xiaotian pursed his lips and finally nodded, "I know a little, though I’m not very skilled. But I think you don’t have a better choice." The girl then fell silent. Murong Feiyan came to her side and gently said, "Sister, why don’t I help you change your clothes? You can leave him here for now." The girl stubbornly shook her head, "I’ll stay here, I’m not going anywhere!" Hu Xiaotian was truly at a loss, wishing Murong Feiyan hadn’t meddled, but now they had picked up two troubles from outside. He asked Hu Fo to boil a pot of hot water and Liang Dazhuang to fetch the surgical kit Li Yifeng had given him.

The old man was drenched in blood, clearly severely injured. The blood had stuck his clothes to his skin in many places. Hu Xiaotian took out a pair of scissors and carefully cut the old man’s clothes. The old man was very thin, almost skin and bones, possibly due to excessive blood loss. His skin was pale, and he had two knife wounds on his abdomen, which, from their positions, were not fatal. His lower body was covered in blood. When Hu Xiaotian cut the old man’s pants, Murong Feiyan couldn’t bear to watch and turned away. The girl bit her lip hard and silently turned to walk out the door. Murong Feiyan hurriedly followed her out, thinking the girl would be crying, but she found that although the girl’s expression was sad, her eyes became even more determined in the night.

Hu Xiaotian cut the old man’s pants and discovered that his right leg, from the knee down, was almost crushed into pulp. Due to prolonged immersion in water, the skin and flesh of the wound had turned white. Hu Xiaotian immediately realized that the old man’s right leg was likely beyond saving. Although there were several knife wounds on his left leg, they didn’t seem to have damaged the bones and were only superficial cuts, despite the blood.

Finally, Hu Xiaotian cut the old man’s underwear. The sight before him made him pause. The old man’s crotch was empty, his penis having been completely cut off, and it seemed to have happened a long time ago. Liang Dazhuang exclaimed, "He doesn’t have a penis..." Hu Xiaotian glared at him, and Liang Dazhuang quickly covered his mouth.

After carefully examining the old man’s injuries, Hu Xiaotian went outside. Murong Feiyan had been standing outside with the girl for a long time, but they hadn’t said a word to each other. Murong Feiyan asked, "How is he?"

Hu Xiaotian replied, "The situation is very serious. His right leg can’t be saved and needs to be amputated immediately to prevent infection."

The girl turned around and looked at Hu Xiaotian calmly, "Can he survive?"

Hu Xiaotian didn’t answer her question directly but asked, "How long has his leg been injured?"

The girl bit her lip, clearly considering whether to tell the truth. After a while, she said, "Two days!"

Hu Xiaotian sighed inwardly. If what the girl said was true, the old man’s resilience was remarkable. Despite his severe injuries and significant blood loss, he had managed to survive this long, which was quite impressive. He said, "The patient’s condition is very serious. Even if I perform the amputation, I can’t guarantee he will survive."

The girl asked, "If you don’t save him, will he definitely die?"

Hu Xiaotian nodded without hesitation. If he didn’t help, the old man would certainly die. If it were another girl, she might have been frightened into tears, or at least be in a state of panic. But this girl didn’t cry and remained unusually calm, a calmness that far exceeded her age. She nodded, "Save him!"

"But..." Hu Xiaotian still had doubts. He wasn’t entirely confident he could save the old man. Even though this era didn’t require a medical license or pre-surgery consent, if the patient died, his family might blame him. Moreover, the old man and the girl’s backgrounds were unknown, and it was unclear whether they were good or bad.

The girl said, "Don’t worry, I won’t blame you for anything."

Hu Xiaotian said, "Words are not enough; you need to write a statement!"

It’s better to be cautious. Murong Feiyan found paper and a pen, and the girl immediately wrote the statement. Despite her young age, her handwriting was elegant and beautiful, leaving Murong Feiyan in awe. She deduced that the girl was not from an ordinary family.

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