He entered the house with the medicine bottle and stood far away from Miss Fu, who was staring at him fiercely while breathing heavily. He said carefully: "This bottle of medicine was brought by an adult named Qiu outside.

It is said that after drinking it, you can fall asleep without feeling pain, and you will wake up after an hour. Girl, drink it, you must take it out after you have shot it, otherwise you will be in danger."

Mrs. Shangshu and her aunt were standing by, urging her to drink it quickly. Miss Fu finally nodded, took the medicine bottle, pulled out the stopper and brought it to her mouth. She drank all the anesthetic powder in the small bottle.

I drank it into my stomach.

The old doctor stood nearby and watched Miss Fu moaning in pain. The maid used a handkerchief to press the wound on her chest, but the blood quickly wet the handkerchief. Miss Fu coughed several times, and blood spurted from her mouth.

When he came out, the old doctor was even more worried. Now it seems that his lungs have been injured. It is hard to say whether the injury can be cured.

After waiting for a long time, Miss Fu still stared at him fiercely and gasped. The old doctor sighed and shook his head. It seemed that the medicine didn't work. Lord Qiu might not be as powerful as King Tan said.

So he bowed his hands to Mrs. Shangshu, turned around and walked out. As soon as he reached the door and was about to open it, he heard the maids and women behind him exclaimed: "The young lady is asleep."

The old doctor was stunned, stopped immediately, and slowly turned around. At a glance, he saw that Miss Fu had her head tilted on the pillow and was fast asleep. There was a whirring sound at the tip of her throat. It should be blood or something.

It was the sound caused by clearing her throat, but this sound also indicated that she should have fallen asleep.

The old doctor was stunned. Could it be that Hua Tuo's Ma Fei Powder has reappeared in this world? At this moment, he didn't care to check this. He hurried back and went to the bedside. He took out his chopsticks and wiped the blood on it with a cloth.

, he probed into the wound again to search for the projectile. After poking here and there for a long time, he finally found the projectile.

He clamped the projectile and carefully pulled it out. The projectile was slightly deformed. After getting the projectile, the old doctor finally breathed a sigh of relief. He looked at Miss Fu and was even more surprised. Because before that,

When she used her long chopsticks to search for the bullet in Miss Fu's wound, Miss Fu was so painful that she screamed repeatedly. Finally, she couldn't help but kicked herself away. Fortunately, she had been practicing martial arts since elementary school, and her body was still strong.

He must be considered strong, otherwise I'm afraid he would be kicked to pieces until his bones are broken. Even so, his breath is still a bit sluggish, and it seems that he needs to go back and drink two doses of medicine to recuperate.

This girl was in so much pain before, but she didn't expect that after drinking this medicine, she didn't know the pain at all. She was completely in a comatose state. No matter how hard she tried, she didn't even make a sound, not even the slightest moan of pain. Just let him get more

Out of surprise, he put the projectile in a small tray next to him and picked up the small medicine bottle on the bedside table. Sure enough, the words "Ma Bo San" were written on it.

When he saw these words before, he couldn't help but smile, because at that time he felt that if the person who wrote these words didn't have good intentions, he was trying to deceive people. Ma Feisan has been lost long ago, why?

It may still be spread among the world. I didn't expect that I would actually see it today. It is really like a frog in the well. I am not laughing at others but laughing at myself.

The old doctor then asked the medicine boy to open the medicine box and took out some healing powder and poured it on the wound. Then he took a piece of gauze and put it on the wound. Then he said to the maid and the woman: "Wait a while and wrap it up with a bandage."

On top, remember to cross and wrap the triangle."

The old doctor was gesturing on how to bandage his body, and taught the maids and women. She was the daughter of a minister, and it was absolutely inappropriate to strip naked and let herself bandage the wound. After taking out the projectile, his work was basically over.

From now on, we can only leave it to fate.

After teaching the maid how to hold the wound, the old doctor said goodbye and went out to the yard outside the bridal chamber. Mrs. Shangshu followed closely. Fu Shangshu asked the old doctor: "How is my little girl's injury?"

The old doctor didn't bother to talk to Fu Shangshu, but looked at Qiu Wuhen up and down, and then said: "Master Qiu, this medicine is really effective. Could it be Hua Tuo's anesthetic powder? Miss Fu drank it

, he fell asleep after just a cup of tea. The old man took out the projectile and bandaged the wound, but Miss Fu was still sleeping soundly!"

When the old doctor said that the projectile had been taken out, everyone breathed a sigh of relief. A maid held the projectile on a tray and brought it over for everyone to see. The minister thought about the pain his daughter had suffered, and quickly waved his robe and said: "

Throw it away, why keep it?"

Qiu Wuhen said quickly: "This projectile is evidence and cannot be thrown away. It can be used to find the murderer."

The minister looked at Qiu Wuhen, the target of struggle, in surprise. Qiu Wuhen nodded and said, "Can you show me the projectile?"

The minister nodded quickly, and the maid brought the tray to Qiu Wuhen. Qiu Wuhen pinched the projectile with his hands, and the image of the projectile quickly appeared in his mind.

Its weight, size and texture all appeared in his mind, and then he put the projectile back on the tray and said: "It's best to give this projectile to the criminal department or Jin Yiwei who are investigating the case, and let them deal with it."

Fu Tianyuan nodded and turned around to ask the attendant.

"The people from the Criminal Department haven't arrived yet, but the people from Jinyiwei have arrived and are investigating the case outside."

Qiu Wuhen thought to himself that Jin Yiwei's movements were quite fast, much faster than the people from the Criminal Department. They were really a secret service agency, acting vigorously and resolutely. Qiu Wuhen took the projectiles and sent them out.

Fu Tianyuan breathed a sigh of relief and said to the old doctor again: "Is my little girl's injury okay?"

Upon hearing this question, the old doctor's face darkened. With a hint of apology, he shook his head and said, "I'm sorry, Master Shangshu, Ling Qianjin's injury is very serious, because the shot has penetrated the lungs and injured the inside of the lungs.

Ling Qianjin coughed just now and there was blood in the sputum, indicating that the injury was very serious, and the projectile must have penetrated the chest. This is the situation that the old man mentioned just now, which is a fatal disease. However, the old man has already taken the medicine, but is it effective?

I'm not sure. If it can't be cured, please forgive me, Lord Shangshu. I've tried my best."

These words made the hearts of Shangshu and his wife suddenly freeze. Madam Shangshu burst into tears, and the aunt who was following behind her was already crying. Fu Tianyuan was also very sad when he saw his wives and concubines, but after all, the yard was very messy now, and they

They were all female relatives of the inner courtyard. It was really not good-looking to cry in front of a group of people who were doing errands, so they said to the maids on the side: "Hurry up and help the ladies go back, so as not to affect the adults' handling of the case."

The aunt quickly stopped crying, covered her face and trotted into the house.

Fu Tianyuan said to the old doctor again: "Is there no other way?"

The old doctor shook his head and said: "I'm really sorry. There's really nothing I can do. This kind of injury depends on a person's fate. In the past, I practiced medicine in the army. Whenever a soldier was hit by a fire blunderbuss or an arrow, he would only be injured in the chest.

If someone enters the body through the abdominal cavity, even if all the projectiles and arrowheads are taken out, there is still a high probability that he will die of serious injuries. Not one or two of the ten people who can survive will depend on luck. Ling Qianjin is not optimistic about this injury.

, I’m really sorry, there’s nothing I can do.”

After saying that, he shook his head and was about to leave. Fu Tianyuan quickly stopped him and said, "You just said you can't do anything and that's it. What about my daughter?"

He also knew that what he said was unreasonable. There was nothing he could do. What can you do to him? Imperial doctors are not gods. As long as they are human beings, there are always people who cannot do it. It is impossible to do everything. As expected, the old man

The imperial doctor looked at him with an innocent face, and finally the minister waved his hand helplessly, indicating that he could leave.

The old doctor did not leave. Instead, he turned around and said to Qiu Wuhen, "Mr. Qiu, I would like to visit you one day to find out more about this Ma Fei Powder. Is that okay?"

Of course Qiu Wuhen knew what the old doctor wanted to do. He was about to ask him about the Chinese medicine gourd in his mind, when a string of words popped up: "The prescription is not allowed to be disclosed."

Qiu Wuhen faced the old doctor, shook his head and said, "Sorry, if you want to ask about the prescription, then don't come. Because that is my ancestral secret recipe, and I will not pass it on at any cost."

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The old doctor was stunned for a moment. He also knew that this kind of medicine was magical and extremely valuable, so how could he, an ordinary doctor, get it? He was talking so much that there was no room for negotiation. He couldn't help but sneer at it.

He smiled, cupped his hands and sighed, and said: "That's the case, that's a pity. But it's not a waste of time for me to be able to see such a magical anesthetic powder this time. But my lord, if there is any need for trauma treatment in the hospital in the future,

If you use Ma Fei Powder, can you please help me personally? I would be very grateful."

Qiu Wuhen didn't dare to agree casually, so he had better ask Yao Gulu first. Then he asked in his mind: "Brother Gourd, can I go?"

Yao Gulu ignored it, but in this case it can be inferred that Yao Gulu acquiesced. So Qiu Wuhen said to the old doctor: "Okay, if you need anything, just call me."

The old doctor was overjoyed. As long as he had such a sentence, it would be enough. He did not have to hold the prescription himself. After all, this was impossible. How could someone easily take out something passed down from their ancestors?

Immediately, I thanked him profusely, then said goodbye and left.

After he left, Fu Tianyuan seemed very agitated and walked up and down the yard with his hands behind his back. The only ones left behind were his relatives and friends. Everyone looked at him and refused to persuade him, because any advice was in vain.

I am powerless. My daughter’s life is uncertain and her life is hanging by a thread. How can I persuade her?

And at this moment, the Chinese medicine gourd appeared in Qiu Wuhen's mind: "Mission, save Fu Shangshu's daughter."
Chapter completed!