Chapter 9

Wei Shixiong's body trembled at the words, and he turned around, trembling, his head lowered, not daring to look at the other person.

"Brave... brave sir." Due to fear, his voice was even more stammering:

"This brother's abdomen has been pierced by an arrow, the wound... the wound has affected his internal organs, ordinary medicine simply..."

"Slap!"

Before he could finish, his cheek was struck hard, and he fell to the ground with a heavy thud.

In an instant, his cheek was already swollen, his mouth bleeding, and his voice indistinct.

"Go to hell!"

Though the man was dressed in scholarly robes, his anger showed no trace of refinement as he kicked him hard:

"So, you can't treat him?"

"Waste of space!"

"Wait!" Wei Shixiong stretched out his hands in front of him, blocking the kick, but could not withstand the force.

He tumbled backward, knocking over a table, and was injured in several places.

"Brave sir, spare my life!" Seeing the man in scholarly robes pounce again, Wei Shixiong shouted urgently:

"Though I can't treat him, I know who can!"

"Who can treat him?" The man in scholarly robes glared, grabbed his hair, and lifted him high:

"Speak quickly!"

"My master!" Wei Shixiong, with blood in his mouth, spoke indistinctly:

"This kind of injury is very serious; in the entire county, only my master and his master can treat it."

"Let me go, I'll take you into the city..."

"Slap!"

Before he could finish, another hard slap came, and the other side of his face also swelled.

The man in scholarly robes looked vicious:

"If we could enter the city, would we need to go through all this trouble to get you here?"

"Moreover..."

He clenched his teeth, his eyes filled with murderous intent: "Do you think I know nothing? My brother can't withstand any more jostling!"

As people who often skirt the line between life and death, they certainly wouldn't lack basic first aid knowledge.

"Brave sir!" Wei Shixiong's eyes were full of terror, his voice muffled:

"Though we can't enter the city, I can get my master to come. I'll go back and call him to treat the patient."

As he spoke, he grabbed the man's sleeve, pleading: "Let me go, I will definitely bring my master!"

"Like that?" The man in scholarly robes sneered:

"Bringing your master? We'd be grateful if you didn't bring the county officials instead!"

"Brother." The large man at the door, holding a bronze club, glared and asked:

"What should we do now?"

"What should we do?" The man in scholarly robes clenched his teeth:

"Go, kill two people from the Sun family, and tell that Old Sun I want to see this guy's master within two hours."

"If you bring another useless person like this time..."

"Hmph!"

He snorted angrily, and with a single hand, he slammed Wei Shixiong to the ground.

The force was so great that a "crack" was heard, and his leg bone was already broken.

"Ah!"

Wei Shixiong screamed in pain, sweat pouring from his forehead, his hands clutching his right leg, his body trembling wildly.

"Brother." A man in black, lean and wiry, played with a sharp dagger in his hand.

He scanned the scene with cold eyes, his tongue licking the dagger, and said sinisterly:

"So, these two are useless?"

"Third Brother, now is not the time for fun." The man in scholarly robes frowned:

"Kill them directly, give them a quick death!"

"Boring." Third Brother pouted, but seeing the man in scholarly robes' stern face, he had to step forward:

"Consider yourselves lucky, the boss isn't in the mood for fun, so this time you'll get a quick death."

"No... no..." Wei Shixiong's body trembled, his eyes full of terror, and he shook his head wildly:

"Don't kill me, don't kill me!"

"I have money!"

"I can treat illnesses!"

"I have elderly parents and young children, I can't die!"

"I'll do anything you ask, please, don't kill me, don't kill me!"

He knelt and begged bitterly, his face streaming with snot, but received only a cold laugh in return.

"We asked you to save a life, but unfortunately, you can't!" Third Brother shook his head lightly, his fingers flicking, the dagger dancing between his fingers.

He leaned forward and whispered: "Learn from this in your next life, you must study medicine well, or you'll die with regrets!"

As he spoke, he patted Wei Shixiong's head and looked at Mo Qiu with a smile.

He seemed to enjoy seeing others' terrified expressions and was not in a hurry to kill.

At least, he could kill the other one first.

Mo Qiu, encountering such a situation for the first time, was already pale and trembling, unable to speak.

Seeing the cruel Third Brother step forward, his body stiffened, and he forced himself to suppress his fear, raising his right hand shakily.

"I..."

"What?" Third Brother waved his hand, and Mo Qiu felt a chill on his wrist as a piece of his sleeve fell off.

The coldness of the dagger made his skin prickle.

A chill suddenly surged from his spine, rushing to the back of his head, making Mo Qiu's voice rise.

"I can treat it!"

"What?" Third Brother was taken aback.

"What did you say?" The man in scholarly robes' eyes changed, turning his head to look, his voice full of suspicion:

"You say you can treat my brother's injury?"

"Boss, that's impossible." Third Brother came to his senses, shaking his head:

"This kid looks like an apprentice in a pharmacy, what can he do if even the old master can't treat it?"

"Right?"

The last sentence was directed at Wei Shixiong on the ground.

Wei Shixiong opened his mouth; he hoped it was true, but knew it was impossible.

"See." Third Brother shrugged:

"This kid just doesn't want to die, talking big, but doesn't know that I hate such talk!"

As he spoke, he moved to act.

"I really can treat it!" Mo Qiu's body trembled, and he spoke urgently:

"His internal organs are damaged, and he has lost too much blood. Going to the city to find a doctor will be too late."

"Leave it to me, he... he still has a chance to be saved."

"Calling for help is a dead end!"

"Hmm?" The man in scholarly robes' face darkened, his eyes flickering, seemingly hesitant.

"Boss." Third Brother was stunned:

"You don't believe him, right? This kid is so young, only a doctor skilled in treating external injuries can help my brother."

"I am!" Mo Qiu's nervousness eased slightly as he spoke:

"I don't know much else, but I am skilled in treating bleeding and arrow wounds."

"Believe me, I really can treat it!"

"Brat!" Third Brother frowned, stepping closer:

"Joking about such matters, I think you're tired of living?"

"Third Brother." The man in scholarly robes suddenly reached out:

"Let him try!"

"Boss!" Third Brother was stunned, and the others in the room were also surprised, clearly not believing Mo Qiu.

Even Wei Shixiong looked hopeless.

"My brother's injury can't wait." The man in scholarly robes was serious, shaking his head under everyone's gaze:

"As he said, it's already too late to call for help, so we have to... take a chance!"

"But..." someone questioned.

"Boy." The man in scholarly robes waved his hand, cutting off his companion, and glared at Mo Qiu:

"If you cure my brother's injury, everything is negotiable, but if you lie..."

At this point, he clenched his teeth, his face twisted: "I'll make you regret ever being born!"

"No, I won't." Mo Qiu's heart raced, but he forced himself to remain calm, taking off his medicine box.

He steadied himself and walked to the bed.

When Wei Shixiong was examining the injury, he had also observed, and was clear about the patient's condition.

He examined the injury again in detail, thinking to himself:

"From the looks of it, the injury is from an arrow piercing the body, but for some reason, the wound was not controlled first, leading to the wound expanding and excessive blood loss, ultimately causing the patient to fall into a coma."

"Stop the bleeding first!"

"Their method of stopping the bleeding is too poor; pulling out the arrow will be fatal."

"Then stop the bleeding, restore the circulation of qi and blood, and slowly remove the arrow without expanding the wound."

"Finally, use medicine to stimulate the body's vitality..."

As he thought, his hands began to work.

His months of experience assisting in treatments had made him no longer uncomfortable when facing blood.

Before long, he had applied various methods, his movements becoming increasingly skilled, not at all like an apprentice treating someone for the first time.

He used hemostatic powder, the six-point pressing technique, cutting the arrow feathers, and melting the medicine...

"Help me heat this ointment!"

"Mix these powders with warm water, and feed them to the patient. If the patient can't open his mouth, use a hollow grass stem to feed it into his stomach bit by bit."

His instructions were clear and orderly, and his fear had disappeared without a trace.

His transformation made the others in the room exchange glances, their eyes filled with doubt.

As time passed, until the two bloodied arrows were slowly pulled out, their expressions began to show excitement.

The man in scholarly robes clenched his fists, his veins bulging.

"Breath..."

The success or failure of the treatment depended on the final step. Mo Qiu took a deep breath, wiped the sweat from his face, and slowly reached out.

The Blood Circulation and Body Revitalization Technique!

One hand pressed on the top of the head, the other hand pressed on the chest, the force increasing over time.

Finally.

"Um!"

The patient on the bed groaned, exhaling a long, turbid breath.