Divine doctor son Ben Hongzhuang

Chapter 237
Mo Jiu didn't answer and asked instead: "What if the young master says it can't be cured?"

Hearing this, the guard's eyes flashed fiercely, he tightened the sword in his hand, and said: "Then we will be blamed for being rude."

It was clearly the moment when swords were on the verge of breaking out, but Mo Jiu suddenly laughed out loud.

"Brother, it's your fault. Since I came here by myself, I also came here to save people. Since I can come, I can leave. Whether you can cure or not depends on your attitude of inviting people."

The guard frowned and stared at Mo Jiu for a while, then suddenly the sword fell to the ground, and he knelt down on the ground, kowtowing to Mo Jiu several times.

His kowtow was not mixed with any water at all, and when he raised his head, his forehead was already dripping with blood.He looked sincerely and said: "Young master, you have offended me so much, I will apologize to you. I also ask you, young master, to save my master."

There was still a smile on the corner of Mo Jiu's lips, and he kowtowed to the guard suddenly, as if he had expected it.

Mo Jiu raised his leg and took a step, and said in a calm voice, "Your master's injury must not be delayed."

So did he agree to save their master?The guard stood up with difficulty, looking at Mo Jiu's back with complicated eyes.

Mo Jiu walked to the bed and began to check the wounded man's condition.

What I just said is based on the preliminary diagnosis made by Mo Jiu when he saw the man get off the carriage, but if he wants to treat it, he needs to examine it carefully.

The man's injury was a traumatic injury, and of course he had to take off his coat to examine the trauma. As a doctor, Mo Jiu would never consider the gender of the person in front of him when there was a patient in front of him, and of course he would not feel embarrassed or anything like that. .

Therefore, without thinking too much, she stretched out her hand to untie the man's robe, but Mo Jiu's hand paused the next moment.

Because the guard reached out and grabbed Mo Jiu's wrist.

Mo Jiu raised his eyebrows and looked at the guard.

"Little son, what are you going to do?"

Mo Jiu rolled his eyes sideways, his voice was very weak, obviously he didn't want to explain further: "Check the injury."

"Do you still need to take off your robe to check the injury?"

When Mo Jiu looked at the guard again, there was some emotion in his eyes.

"Then you told me not to take off the robe, how should I check the injury?"

"You can feel the pulse."

Hearing the word "feeling the pulse", Mo Jiu looked at the guard as if he was looking at a fool.Internal injuries can be diagnosed by taking the pulse, but for such an obvious trauma, let her take the pulse now?

The corners of Mo Jiu's lips curled up slightly, his tone full of mockery.

"Your master is a lady of every family, afraid of being seen by others and not being able to marry?"

The guard froze for a moment, turning his head to think about the meaning of her words.

It seems that these guards are loyal to their masters, but they have too many worldly concerns.And these worldly thoughts are just enough to kill a dying person.

Mo Jiu looked at the man on the bed sympathetically and said: "It's just to check the injury, and there will be no loss of flesh. If you continue to delay like this, I can afford to wait, but your master's injury cannot afford to wait."

Apparently, this sentence seemed to have an effect. A look of panic flashed in the guard's eyes, and he hurriedly withdrew his outstretched hand, and his tone softened obviously.

"Then there will be Mr. Lao."

Mo Jiu sighed softly, looked away from the guard, and began to undress the man with swift hands.

The underwear on the man's body was soaked in blood and stuck to the wound, and it was very difficult to take it off, so Mo Jiu simply took out the scissors and cut open the clothing.

(End of this chapter)