Upon hearing the noise, everyone in the room, except those who didn't know martial arts, entered fighting mode.

Only then did Sheng Zhiyao realize that apart from her and her grandfather, only her eldest brother and her third brother did not know martial arts, and everyone else was a master.

Butler Li walked to Feng Yuanchen and quickly brought Sheng Zhiyao back to the house. Mr. Sheng took the three of them into the basement.

Feng Yuanchen clenched his fists, stepped lightly with his left toe, and his body flew through the trees lightly.

The sound of fighting continued, and the four people in the basement waited anxiously.

"Grandpa, how did those people find this place?"

Sheng Lixin touched his beard and said: "There is no airtight wall in this world. Anyone who wants to know will always find a way."

"Then we can't get out?" Sheng Hangu shouted excitedly.

"How could it be?" Sheng Zhiyao believed that Feng Yuanchen would protect their safety. Even if she couldn't defeat the thief in the end, she still had space. She could bring everyone in and come out when it was safe.

At this time, the door to the basement rang. Sheng Zhiyao thought and had a kitchen knife in her hand.

Butler Li was slightly injured and pushed open the door with force. When he saw the kitchen knife in Sheng Zhiyao's hand at first glance, he was stunned and said: "The old Marquis is fine. My brothers and sisters can come out."

Sheng Zhiyao was relieved, dropped the kitchen knife and ran towards the old man. This was the second time she was attacked in such a long life. The first time was on the way here. At that time, she was still in his grandfather's arms and

She wasn't that scared, but this time she was still a little nervous as she was immersed in the scene.

"Sister, where did you get this knife?" Sheng Hangu asked Sheng Zhiyao, pointing to the knife on the ground.

Sheng Zhiyao turned her head and said vaguely: "I was in the kitchen on the way here just now."

"Then your hands are really fast."

Sheng Zhiyao stuck out her tongue at him, turned to look at the old Marquis and blinked, but neither of them said a word as they knew it well.

"Zhiyuan go and take out your things. Someone must be injured, so be prepared."

"Yes, Grandpa." Sheng Zhiyao quickly returned to the room and entered her own space. She picked up the equipment and medicine needed to treat trauma in the laboratory and hurried out.

At this time, the living room was full of wounded people. Housekeeper Li's trauma was easy to treat. She took out some medical alcohol, gauze, anesthesia needles and surgical needles, and began to treat the wounds skillfully without saying a word.

Butler Li looked at this set of equipment and looked at Mr. Sheng in surprise. Mr. Sheng smiled calmly and calmly.

After Sheng Zhiyao sutured the wound, she went to the kitchen to pour a glass of water, gave Butler Li the prepared anti-inflammatory drugs and painkillers, and then continued to treat the next wounded person.

Sheng Hangu looked at his sister's series of operations and had countless questions in his mind: "Grandpa, what is my sister using?"

"It's just a trauma treatment method. This method works quickly, but you have to pay attention tonight."

Sheng Hangu listened to his grandfather's explanation and nodded in understanding.

Old Marquis Sheng looked at his youngest grandson and shook his head helplessly. Among the descendants of the Sheng family, Sheng Hangu was the most like his father, but the only good thing was that he was quite down-to-earth.

"Gong Jie, I have cured your external injuries. Take these medicines to avoid fever at night. I will slowly treat your internal injuries with medicinal food." Sheng Zhiyao put the used bloody gauze into the basin and took out the fire break.

Burn it.

"Yes, thank you Master." Gong Jie wanted to kneel down and thank Master, but he opened the wound on his body.

"No, pay attention to the wound. Don't touch the water these days. I will come to change your dressing tomorrow."

After a round of treatment, although there were many injured people, fortunately, they all only had some external injuries, and a few of them with internal injuries only needed a period of time to recover. Although everyone was somewhat curious when they saw her equipment, no one was interested.

Speaking of which, after all, there are so many weird and magical things in Sichuan Xiangyuan.

In the living room, Sheng Zhiyao finished handling the last wounded person, but Feng Yuanchen was not found.

"Where's brother Yuan Chen? Why hasn't he come back yet?" Sheng Zhiyao glanced at everyone eager to know the news about him.

It had been a long time since Butler Li called them up until the injured were treated. Sheng Zhiyao put down her things and ran towards the backyard. Unexpectedly, Feng Yuanchen walked in just as he ran to the door and bumped into him.

Full of heart.

Sheng Zhiyao fell directly to the ground due to her unstable center of gravity. When Feng Yuanchen saw her, he quickly squatted down and pulled her up.

"Why are you running?"

"You haven't come back for so long. I'm worried and want to find you." Sheng Zhiyao stood there with tears welling up in her eyes.

Feng Yuanchen pulled her over, rubbed her hair and coaxed her gently: "If Zhiyao doesn't cry, am I back?"

Sheng Hangu saw his sister crying. He rushed over and scolded him: "You weren't hurt. If you didn't come back earlier, my sister would be worried and crying."

Feng Yuanchen put away his gentleness, turned around and said in a low and cold voice: "It's my fault, it's just that Shi Wu hurt his leg."

Sheng Zhiyao heard that someone was injured and quickly wiped her tears: "Bring him in quickly."

Everyone carried Shi Wu in, and Sheng Zhiyao carefully inspected his leg: "It's okay, it's just a dislocation. The wound on the calf will be fine with some sutures."

"Suture? Use an embroidery needle?" Feng Yuanchen also heard for the first time that the wound could be sutured.

"It's not an embroidery needle, it's a special angle needle used for surgery." Sheng Zhiyao's voice was a little crying, but she tried her best to restrain it.

"Operation?"

Sheng Zhiyao didn't want to talk, but just gave her grandfather a look. Because she was too small and had no strength in her hands, she couldn't help her, so she could only ask her grandfather to help.

Old Marquis Sheng also understood and walked over directly. He explored Shi Wu's leg with both hands, and then suddenly twisted hard at the dislocated spot. Shi Wu didn't even have time to say "click" and his leg was reattached.

.

The old Marquis checked the joints, confirmed that there were no problems, and said to Sheng Zhiyao, "Okay."

Without saying a word, Sheng Zhiyao injected the anesthetic needle directly into the flesh next to the wound. A series of operations went smoothly. Finally, she packed up everything and handed the medicine to Feng Yuanchen's hand.

"Let him eat this. It can reduce inflammation and relieve pain."

He looked at the strange medicine in his hand and had countless questions in his mind. After so many years of getting along, he never knew she could do this. Could it be that the master taught her?

Feng Yuanchen looked at the old Marquis Sheng standing next to him with doubtful eyes. The old Marquis still just smiled and didn't say much.

Sheng Zhiyao looked at him stunned and explained: "You go to the back mountain for training every day, and I read in Grandpa's study. I saw these medicines and tools in the book, and then selected them and called them Grandpa and Li."

The butler found it for me."

Only then did Feng Yuanchen realize that this little girl had not been idle during our training, and had actually learned these strange treatment methods.

Sheng Hangu looked at Sheng Zhiyao in surprise when he heard what she said: "Why didn't I know you had read these books? Don't we eat potato chips, drink Coke and read story books every day?"

Sheng Zhiyao looked at the brother of this pig teammate and really didn't know what to say: "I also read the story book, but I was reading the medical book while you were sleeping soundly."

"That's it." As soon as Sheng Hangu finished speaking, Mr. Sheng's slap fell on his back.

"Look, what is your sister doing? What about you?"

"Am I not taking care of my sister?" Sheng Hangu lowered his head in pain and defended in a low voice.

"You!" Mr. Sheng glared angrily at Sheng Hangu, not daring to move.

"Grandpa, don't be angry! You are so angry that you are not in good health. Now that this place has been exposed, what should we do next?" Sheng Hanmo persuaded the old Marquis to also tell the most critical issue at the moment, and changed the subject to save himself, otherwise
Chapter completed!