Chapter 123: The Flower Picker Was Shot by an Arrow
She took out some anti-inflammatory powder and swelling ointment from the medicine box, and while Huang Fengmo was asleep, she planned to change the dressing on his injured foot.
Suddenly, a small gravel flew out of the window and hit her on the top of her head. Using the same technique, she thought it must be the flower picker again.
So, she walked to the window and leaned out to take a look. The flower picker was hiding by the tree, making a shushing gesture toward her, and waving to her to come over.
Yan Ruocheng immediately made a crossed gesture, determined not to pass.
The flower-picking thief turned around, revealing his arm that had been hit by an arrow, and wanted her to come over and help heal him. He deliberately pretended to be weak and leaned against the tree.
Yan Ruozhen saw that he was injured by an arrow and deliberately came back to find her. He must have believed in her. As a doctor, it is his duty to save lives and heal the wounded. No matter what, he must be saved, and he must not die without saving him.
Without saying anything, she picked up the medicine box and went out from the side room to look for him.
"How did you get hit by an arrow?" She hurriedly came to him and checked his arm where the arrow was hit. There were strange marks on the arrow body, which didn't look like a yamen bow and arrow.
"Don't ask so many questions, help me pull out the arrow." The flower picker covered his face, with a lot of sweat on his forehead, and even the hair on his forehead was wet, and he said a little hoarsely.
"Just pull it out if you ask. You were hit by a poisonous arrow! Sit on the ground first, and you have to bite this!" She found that there was black blood where the arrow was inserted, and helped him sit on the ground first, and then took it out.
He gave him a roll of white cloth and said:
The flower picker shook his head and said, "No, I can bear the pain."
"You can't help the pain, bite it quickly, lest it hurts for a while and you bite your tongue. I have to use a knife to open the wound before I can pull it out." Yan Ruocheng ignored him so much and insisted on him.
Don't bite it.
The flower picker reluctantly took the roll of white cloth and stuffed it into his mouth obediently.
After Yan Ruozhen soaked the knife with wine and detoxifying powder, he tore off the remaining fabric on his arm and said seriously: "I'm going to start. You have to hold back and don't shout."
The flower picker nodded, and she murmured: "If you come to me a moment later, I guess your arm won't be able to be wrapped." After saying that, she tied his arm tightly with a white cloth strip and then picked up the knife.
, just aim at the edge of the arrow and draw it hard.
"Ugh!" He exclaimed clearly in pain.
When she was almost done, she tightened her grip on the arrow body and pulled out the arrowhead with all her strength. She quickly pressed her hand on the bleeding spot to let more of the poisonous blood flow out.
When the blood turned bright red, she sprinkled Jiedu powder and anti-inflammatory drugs into the wound. She needed to wait for a while before doing the second treatment.
She breathed a sigh of relief and looked at his face. He didn't know when he had pulled off his mask, gritted his teeth, leaned back against the tree trunk, and closed his eyes tightly.
Yan Ruocheng looked at his appearance and was immediately stunned. He looked very similar to An You. It was just that he had three more scars on the side of his face.
She couldn't help but reach out and touch the three scars on his face, but he quickly grabbed her little hand and asked a little warily: "What do you want to do?"
"You? You look a lot like the adopted son of a distant relative of mine..." she explained.
"What did you say? Well..." he asked in confusion, but before he finished speaking, he leaned on Yan Ruocheng's shoulder in a daze.
"Hey! Don't faint?" Yan Ruocheng pushed him back to the tree trunk and touched his forehead. It was very hot. It seemed that the poison had entered his body.
"Stop moving, otherwise, you will die faster. The curare is already in your body. Fortunately, I have the antidote..." She said angrily. She took out a bottle from the medicine box.
He took out the Baidu Antidote Pill from the white jar and fed him a dozen pills.
Then temporarily tie his arm a little, and you need to find a place to settle him before further treatment.
She asked: "Where is your den of thieves?"
He opened his eyes, looked around, turned toward the west, and said, "You can help me to the corner of the room over there."
"Come on, can you get up?" She packed the medicine box and got under his armpit, trying to lend him as much strength as possible so that he could stand up and walk.
He almost leaned on her, feeling dizzy, and the two of them staggered around the bushes. They finally moved to the corner of the room.
She helped him walk to the bed and let him lie down. She then found an oil lamp to light it. She needed to heat the knife, which she would need to use later. Then she found a basin and needed some hot water to clean the wound.
Passing back and forth in the corridor, the guard thought she was taking care of the eldest prince and was working so hard, so he didn't suspect anything.
After she cleaned the wound, she used a heated knife to stop the bleeding. The hot knife pressed down, and he almost screamed out in pain. Yan Ruocheng quickly sprinkled him with powder and knocked him unconscious.
The rest was to apply the acupuncture and medicine, which took about half an hour to complete.
After bandaging his arrow wound, I took a clean towel and helped him wash his face and neck. The more he looked, the more he looked like An You, almost like a cast. However, except for three more scars, he looked more like An You.
He is tougher, while Anyou is more delicate, more like a girl's temperament.
She immediately thought that the flower picker must be An You's long-lost brother. If it hadn't been late, she would have immediately run to tell An You the great news.
In order to keep an eye on this flower-picking thief, she never left and fell asleep at the table unknowingly.
In the middle of the night, he woke up in bed. He was a little thirsty and wanted to get out of bed to get a glass of water. However, his hands and feet were tied to the bed by her and he could not move.
"Hey! Hey, wake up?" He had to wake her up to untie the knot.
"Uh? What's the noise about?" Yan Ruocheng said with a yawn.
"I'm thirsty and want to drink water. Why are you tying me up like this? Do you still want to take me to the Yamen?" He shook his hands and feet and said unhappily.
Yan Ruocheng poured him a glass of water, sat on the edge of the bed, lifted him up slightly, and while feeding him, he said: "If I want to arrest you and take you to the Yamen, I won't wait until now. Didn't I tell you before that you look like me?"
My distant relative’s adopted son, what’s your name?”
"Why should I tell you? However, I can say that I don't have any brothers. It's just a coincidence that I look like him. Don't think too much about it." After drinking the water, he said with a straight face.
"There is no such coincidence in the world. Maybe you yourself don't know that there is a brother in the world. He is also in this city. If you are often a flower picker, you should have seen him." Yan Ruocheng retorted.
explain.
"First, I don't often do flower picking. Second, I know very well that I am an only child. Third, I also pick flowers from girls, so why would I pick a boy? So you are definitely overthinking."
He closed his eyes and explained rationally.
"Then you should at least tell me what your name is? After all, I am your savior." Yan Ruozhen poked his face with her finger and continued to ask.
"You yourself haven't told me what your name is and why should I tell you." He relaxed and said calmly.
"My name is Ruocheng, and my surname is Yan. What about you?" She said first.
"Fantasy..." He said the next word.
"What?" She couldn't hear clearly.
"I said, it's your business if you don't hear clearly. Don't bother me anymore, I need to rest." After he finished speaking, he continued to rest.
"Okay, tell me slowly tomorrow." She covered him with the quilt and continued to doze on the table.
When she woke up the next morning, she found that she was already sleeping in the bed and he had left.
She got out of bed and wanted to go back and see Huang Fengmo. Last night, she forgot to change his dressing, so the wound might be a little inflamed.
She staggered to his side room, and as soon as she entered, she frightened Huang Fengmo who was washing up.
"Wow! What are you doing! You look like this!" He pointed at her face and couldn't help but say.
"What?" She walked over, took the bronze mirror and took a look at her appearance, "Wow! What happened!" She was almost frightened by herself, and had two dark circles on her eyes, and couldn't draw them on both sides of her face.
There were few wrinkles on her face, and her hair was filled with bamboo sticks and burning incense sticks. No wonder she smelled the smell of incense smoke along the way.
This must be a good thing that the flower picker did. After all, she saved him last night, and yet he came to punish her like this. She really wanted to catch him and turn her around.
"Who fucked you?" Huang Fengmo asked.
"Uh? Well... Hehe, maybe the villain is sleepwalking himself, haha..." She dodged and said in a cover-up manner.
"When did you have somnambulism? Stop lying! Tell me quickly!" Huang Fengmo didn't believe it as soon as he heard it. His intuition told him that she was hiding something.
"Your Highness, let the little guy look good before talking slowly." She hurriedly pulled out the messy bamboo sticks on her head.
"Come here, I'll help you." Huang Fengmo couldn't stand it anymore and wanted to help.
"Okay then." She squatted on the ground and let him do it.
"You weren't here with me last night. Where did you go? You left me sitting in a wheelchair and fell asleep. Now my waist is sore..." Huang Fengmo said in a reproachful tone.
"I went to make some medicine, but I was too sleepy, so I fell asleep. As for the villain looking like this, it's probably because of the flower picker." Yan Ruocheng sorted out his logic and came up with a reasonable explanation.
"Really? There's nothing you're hiding from me?"
"No, don't think too much about it, Your Highness."
At this time, a guard came to report: "Your Highness, Mr. Zhou and Mr. Zhang have come to pay their respects and are waiting in the hall."
"Well, I'll go over right away." After he replied to the guard, he said to Yan Ruocheng: "You stay here and wait for me obediently. Don't wander around. I'll be back soon."
"Okay, I will wait quietly in the room for Your Highness." She nodded and said in a polite manner.
"Be good." Huang Fengmo stretched out his hand to touch her chin, smiled, and let the guards push him out.
In the hall.
Mr. Zhou and Mr. Zhang were whispering and discussing some things.
Seeing Huang Fengmo arrive, they hurriedly reported to him: "Your Highness, something happened last night. The Nahuang envoy was assassinated. The assassin was hit by a poisonous arrow and fled. He probably hasn't escaped from the city yet."