Daqin: Inheriting the Sword Saint and being read by Zulong

Chapter 75 Long Sword Stops Bleeding?OK
"Yes! Young Master, if there is no other order, then we will leave first."

The leader immediately beamed with joy, and never dared to be unreasonable again.

"Then you can go." Ying Zige nodded and waved impatiently.

Those Qin soldiers were stunned for a moment, their hearts were in a mess when they were dealing with people, and they always felt very uncomfortable.

However, the other party is the thirteenth son after all, even if he is a waste, he is also Ying Zheng's favorite waste.

Better not to offend.

The sound of horseshoes sounded again, and those people disappeared at the end of the long street in a blink of an eye.

The old man was taken aback for a moment, then burst into tears, and knelt down towards Ying Zige with a plop.

"Young Master Thirteen... I really offended you just now. I really shouldn't scold you. Thank you for saving them."

Immediately felt regret in my heart.

The people he thought were demons actually saved these peasants?
He was already prepared, and after scolding Ying Zige, he was killed by his followers.

In the end, Ying Zige actually saved those civilian husbands, and obviously didn't intend to punish him.

"It's a lot of age, don't be so impulsive next time. You can scold me, but if other people hear it, you can't keep your head."

Ying Zige said lightly, but he didn't take the other party's words to heart.

In a blink of an eye, his eyes fell on the four civilian husbands.

I saw two civilian husbands panting heavily. Although they would not die on the spot, they already had too much air to breathe in, so they might die soon.

As for the other two, they have already fallen into a coma, and their lives are already in danger.

None of these people would survive if they were not saved.

"Sword slave, sword man! Carry them to the nearby teahouse."

"Just put it on the table, and I'll help them heal."

Ying Zige said loudly.

"Ok?"

Han Baichuan and Jian Nu were stunned.

What did the young man say just now?

He said he wanted to cure diseases and save lives?
When did he learn medical skills?
Suddenly, there was a cold breath on the backs of the two of them, and he only felt a coldness in his hands and feet.

Could it be that the young master is going to torture the four civilian husbands in the name of curing illnesses?

As for the old man...

By insulting the young master so much just now, the young master wanted to scare the old man to death by torturing the four civilian husbands.

This heart is too vicious, right?
The two attendants felt chills in their hearts. Although they also felt that their guess was a bit bizarre, they thought that the young master never played cards according to common sense.

He can really do this kind of thing.

However, they couldn't help but refuse.

Who made them belong to the son?

There was a tremor in the hearts of the two of them, and then according to Ying Zige's instructions, they were carried into the teahouse.

The shopkeeper in the teahouse had already turned the table up with a wink, and directly combined it into a large hospital bed.

Four civilian husbands were lying side by side on the so-called hospital bed.

Two of them were terrified and trembling all over their bodies.

It is said that the thirteenth son is ignorant, and his favorite thing to do all day is to sleep.

How could it be possible to be medical?
Could it be, in which ancient book, I learned some heresy, and I want to test it on everyone?

It should have occurred to him a long time ago that Ying Zheng, who has a heart like a snake and a scorpion, how could his son have good intentions?

"I... I feel that I'm fine. You don't have to be polite, young master. Look, I can walk and dance!"

One of the civilian husbands, who was relatively lightly injured, shivered all over his body, hurriedly resisted to get up, and walked a few steps on the ground.

Then he gritted his teeth, and really had a big jump.

Ying Zige's face turned dark at that moment.

This kid obviously doubted his medical skills.

He was out of breath just now, and now he healed one directly?
This medicine is amazing.

Ying Zige couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

The remaining sober civilian husband was trembling like his cheeks, blood and cold sweat flowing together.

The eyes are full of horror.

"Young master... I also..."

Ying Zige's expression darkened immediately: "If you can also dance, I will let you go."

"Huh? Big jump?"

The man suddenly fell into despair.

I have been seriously injured, and I may belch the fart at any time. If I can make a big jump, it will also be a big jump of the soul.

At that time, what the hell is going on?
He gritted his teeth fiercely and turned his heart away, so he had no choice but to treat a dead horse as a living horse...

Ugh?
I always feel that there is something wrong with this idea.

"Is there a silver needle here?"

Ying Zige asked casually while thinking about acupuncture and moxibustion in the inheritance of medicine.

The shopkeeper was about to speak.

"Oh, your place is a teahouse, so of course there are no silver needles."

The shopkeeper suddenly felt confused.

It turns out that you fucking know that there are no silver needles, so why do you ask?

"Ginseng, deer antler, Chuanbei...these can be even less."

Ying Zige frowned suddenly, looking very embarrassed.

If that expression were placed in the intensive care unit, at least five of the four patients on the bed would be scared to death.

One of them is a little nurse!
The civilian husband lying on the table was suddenly frightened out of his wits: "My lord, do you think I can be saved?"

"Not so far. But..."

Ying Zihe's eyes lit up suddenly, and he pulled out the Yuanhong Sword without hesitation.

Hiss!
The man couldn't help but gasped, and this time he was really scared to pee.

This time you want to chop yourself on the chopping board?
Otherwise, why would you put yourself on the table and draw your sword.

"My lord!" Jian Nu's complexion changed, and there was a hint of sharpness in his brows.

Subconsciously, the palm of the hand was pressed against the hilt of the sword.

Han Baichuan was dumbfounded, and looked at Ying Zige with terrified eyes, as if looking at a devil.

Do not!
These thirteen young masters are more terrifying than devils.

Man is a knife and I am fish?
Isn't this a vivid interpretation.

The faces of the old man and the shopkeeper turned pale with fright.

"What are you thinking? There is no silver needle for healing here, so I have to use a long sword instead."

"Use silver needles to block the acupoints to stop bleeding and clear the stagnant blood clots. After a few days of recuperation, there will be no serious problems."

"As for trauma... You must have trauma medicine in your home, you only need to apply it every day, and it only takes half a month to get rid of it."

Ying Zige smiled wryly and shook his head slowly.

How could he have such a bad image in their minds?
Hearing what Ying Zige said, everyone present shivered and were shocked on the spot.

Stop the bleeding with a long sword?

Thank you for being able to figure it out!

How can there be such a reason in this world?
The long sword is originally used for bloodletting, so how can it have any effect on stopping bleeding?
However, before they could react, Ying Zige's eyes suddenly became extremely fierce, and the long sword in his hand suddenly stabbed at the civilian husband who was lying on the hospital bed.

Swipe a few times!

The sword light entangled around the man for a while, and all the clothes on the man's body were picked up and turned into pieces one by one, flying in the air like butterflies.

The civilian husband, who had never seen such a battle, immediately rolled his eyes and passed out.

"Cainted out? Then I won't move around, and it just allows me to heal as I like."

The corner of Ying Zige's mouth curled up, and the long sword in his hand waved again.

(End of this chapter)