Poor family rebirth girl

Chapter 3 Don't Live Crying (3)

Su Ya fell off the bridge, and five members of the troupe hurried down to look for it.

There was a little thin ice on the river bank in winter. They leaned on the bridge piers and carefully went down. The golden light of the setting sun shot through the bridge hole, dazzling people's eyes, and suddenly they couldn't see the brothers in front of them.

When the last little man felt something was wrong and turned to run, he was suddenly hit hard on the back of the neck, and he fell limply on the edge of the half-dry river bed.

"Hmph! A group of beasts, overbearing! Black hearted! How much grievance, will you sell me to a brothel?"

An angry but extremely beautiful female voice sounded. Su Ya, who should have fallen miserably under the bridge, not only did not look embarrassed, but also stepped on the bad guy very majesticly.

She tucked the corner of her skirt that was in the way around her waist, and with an angry look on her face, she kicked each of the five people lying on the river bed a few times, mercilessly.

Some people were so painful that they were about to wake up, she kicked them again to faint again, then tied the five people together with their belts, stuffed their mouths with their smelly socks, and twisted the hemp rope they brought in two. Buttocks, passed through the bottom of the bridge railing, and just like that, five people were hung on the bridge railing.

She tied people up wonderfully. These five people were of different heights, but after being lifted by her, the five pairs of toes were aligned. Going to the ice surface can somewhat relieve the pain of being suspended on the wrist—if the ice surface is not crushed.

After Su Ya arranged everything, she wiped the sweat from her brow, and finally felt that the sulkiness accumulated in her heart for a long time was swept away.

"Why, seeing that I'm weak, you want to bully me? Hmph!"

She stood at the bridge and looked down. The five drooping heads were squeezed between the hanging arms, and she was still unconscious, and she didn't have the energy to do bad things just now.

Su Ya clapped her hands in satisfaction, straightened her skirt, and walked away.

The afterglow of the setting sun stretched her figure long, all the way to a pair of eyes behind the window of the small building in the distance.

Shen Huai sat in front of the window, watched the slender figure disappear into the alley, then looked away, lowered his head and coughed a few times.

The two attendants who were concentrating on answering the questioning of Huai'an famous doctor Zhang Shenmu immediately turned their heads, and the boy with a pale face immediately came over to help him close the window.

Zhang Shenmu also almost stopped talking, looked at his face, and said: "From the perspective of this old man, the young master's illness is indeed not caused by injury, it is indeed a rare poison."

However, Shen Huai's complexion definitely didn't look like he was poisoned, not only was it neither dark nor purple, but also the young man's skin color was beautiful and refreshing, only the light lip color revealed some sickness, his eyes were clear and indifferent, and there was no trace of a smile on his face. No, the jade crown is high, the back is straight, and the whole figure is like a jade statue, with an indescribable depressive force.

Seeing that Zhang Shenmu had finished his pulse diagnosis, he retracted his arm, nodded slightly, and said in a hoarse voice, "Thank you Zhang Shengshou."

"I'm ashamed," Zhang Shen looked ashamed, and said carefully, "I can only tell if it's a poison or a disease, but I don't know how to detoxify it. How can I be worthy of the word "Holy Hand?" Young Master, please undress and let the old man take a look at the wound." .”

The injury was on the palm on the right side of the waist. There was a long and slender strip of skin and flesh that had not healed for a long time, and the surrounding area was red and swollen. Zhang Shenmu pressed it with his hand, and the surrounding muscles tightened suddenly. It was extremely painful, and he raised his head involuntarily. He took another look at Shen Huai's face.

Yu Diao lowered his eyes and met his gaze coldly.

Hiss - this young man is really cold and shy, without any awe of life and death, he is really extraordinary.

However, how did he sit upright for so long with this injury?

Fortunately, the attendant was very sensible and respectfully asked about the injury and medication. Zhang Shenmu regained the feeling of a holy hand, carefully washed away the old medicine on the wound, gouged out the carrion, re-sutured the medicine, and then prescribed the medicine carefully.

Shen Huai didn't even snort the whole time, if it wasn't for his tensed muscles and forbearing breathing, Zhang Shenmu almost thought he didn't feel pain.

"The wound is changed once a day, and the decoction is taken every three hours for half a month. The medicine was used intensively for the first seven days, and it looked dangerous. Don't panic, sir. This is to suppress the toxicity and heal the waist injury. is unresolved."

The wound was delayed for a long time, and it was not easy to deal with it. Zhang Shenmu was so busy that his forehead was sweating, "Life is at stake, and the young master must find Liu Sandian as soon as possible to detoxify."

"How long can Zhang Shengshou suppress the poison?" Shen Huai got up from the couch, his face was pale, his forehead was wet with sweat, but he waved his hands and rejected the new clothes that the attendants offered him to change into, and only put on a thick cloak .

"...At most three months. After time, there will be no cure for the medicine. This poison is really vicious. It is hidden in the blood. The poison is not rushed. I thought it was a sudden illness that would kill me. If it wasn’t for the application on the hidden weapon this time, the wound would not heal for a long time before the opening was exposed, and the young master came to look for me cautiously, I’m afraid the timing would have been really delayed.”

Zhang Shenmu sighed again: "When it comes to curing diseases and saving lives, this old man thinks that he is not inferior to others, but Liu Sandian's method of curing poisons is really beyond my reach. Two years ago, he traveled to Huai'an, and the two of us once There are several encounters, but there is no news of him since then, the young master has been searching all the way from Wuchang, and he has never heard any new news?"

The attendants on the left and right didn't know what they thought of, and their faces showed anger, but Shen Huai remained indifferent. After the attendants took the prescription and went downstairs to find the little boy to get the medicine, he saluted Zhang Shenmu as a junior: "Zhang Shengshou, I'm here this time!" The itinerary can't be announced..."

"I understand, Mr. Zhou Huai."

Zhang Shenmu was very knowledgeable, and before Shen Huai finished speaking, he returned the salute and took over the conversation.

After sending Shen Huai to the door, Zhang Shenmu kept watching the low-key carriage disappear into the alley. The boy was so cold in the cold wind that he couldn't help stomping his feet to keep warm, and asked, "Sir, is this young master some kind of important person? Are you still sending him off?" go out."

Zhang Shenmu tilted his head and glanced at him, remembering the two capable attendants beside Shen Huai, he couldn't help but sighed, and said: "After this is an old friend, you must remember: no matter when in the future, as long as they come, you must not stop them." .”

The drug boy complied ignorantly, thinking that in the name of a sage, no matter in the capital city or Huai'an, people will treat him with courtesy wherever he goes, and those who seek medical treatment and medicine are rarely so cautious as they are today. You can pay more attention to yourself.

The two attendants, whom Zhang Shengshou admired fiercely in his heart, were actually a little confused at the moment. The young master ordered a detour to pass a certain small bridge.

After the carriage detoured for a while in the night, they heard a muffled murmur with the ears of martial arts practitioners, and the two of them immediately became alert. The black-faced Gao Jun stopped the carriage and asked outside the carriage: "My lord, I Go see."

Shen Huai hummed in the car: "Ask about the situation, don't do anything else."

"Yes."

After a while, Gao Jun replied: "It was five members of the Chunxing Opera Troupe in Huai'an City who were hanged on the bridge railing, and they were said to have been raped by a female thief."

Xu Yuan opened the curtain of the car and looked: "What kind of female thief can lift five of them at once?"

"I said it was Tianhui Bookstore. My lady is named Su Ya or Su Ya. Is it a female thief? Anyway, these people are dishonest. They said they had a personal grudge with that woman when they put their knives on their necks. I was tied up, but I didn't expect to be taught a lesson."

Shen Huai closed his eyes and leaned against the carriage, tapped twice with his fingers on his lap: "Let's go."

The carriage moved again, and silence returned to the carriage.

(End of this chapter)