After getting the Resurrection Grass, Xiao Wangyou found the medicine jar, put the Resurrection Grass in and crushed it into a sticky consistency.
Then he took out the knife and prepared to cut his wrist.
Her actions frightened Ye Shengsheng, who rushed forward to stop her daughter's behavior, with worry on her face:
"Wangyou, what are you doing? This knife is too sharp, you can't play with it."
Xiao Wangyou looked at her aunt, blinked her big eyes and explained to her, "I'm not playing with it, I want to cut my hand to bleed."
"Ah? Why?"
Ye Shengsheng wrinkled his face, worrying that he would not allow his daughter to do this.
Xiao Wangyou said:
"The Resurrection Grass needs human blood to be concocted, and the blood must be very pure. Ancient books say that the younger the person, the purer the blood.
I'm the youngest among us, so my blood is the best. Don't worry, Auntie, it won't cost much."
Ye Shengsheng shook his head, still not allowed.
"But you are too young, can you cut me off?"
"No, auntie, I finally found the Resurrection Grass. I have to use the purest blood to prepare it. Otherwise, it won't work and the Resurrection Grass will be wasted."
Looking at Senior Sister and Murong Qi, Xiao Wangyou said:
"Hold Auntie, don't let her disturb my preparation of the Resurrection Grass."
Forsythia also felt sorry for such a young child and cut her own wrist to bleed.
She asked: "Do I need a child's blood? When Master saved me, there was no child's blood?"
Xiao Wangyou explained to her:
"Your situation is different from Master's. Master has a heart problem, so he had to mix the child's blood with the Resurrection Grass.
Only by dipping a silver needle into his heart can his dead heart be revived. Don't you believe me again?"
She felt a little wronged.
Obviously the process is like this, why do adults always question her.
Murong Qi couldn't bear the thought of a child bleeding himself, so he hurriedly said:
"Since he has a heart problem, can't we just give him a new heart?"
But in his opinion, Yun Bo had no signs of life all over his body, and it would be useless to replace him with anything.
Why does this kid say there is something wrong with his heart?
Xiao Wangyou was a little impatient.
"If a heart transplant works, you won't wait until I come here. I beg you to believe in me once, okay? He is my master, and I just want him to get better."
They all think that she is just a child, and what she does has no basis and is just nonsense.
But she learned all these from ancient books.
This is what her master taught her back then.
Forsythia had no choice but to compromise, "That's okay, but you can't put too much. Just put a little bit and bandage it up quickly."
Ye Shengsheng was still unwilling.
"Wangyou, do you want the child's blood? I'll go outside to find it for you. Can you please don't cut your own hands?"
How could she bear the thought of her daughter cutting her own hands to bleed?
What if one thing goes wrong and it becomes serious?
She is such a precious daughter, we can't let anything happen to her again.
Xiao Wangyou looked at Ye Shengsheng and asked:
"Auntie, when you go out to find someone else, you are bleeding other children. Besides, why should others give you blood?"
"Master is like my father. When he is in trouble, I should risk my life to save him. Besides, I just gave him a little blood, so it won't be a big deal."
Besides, her blood has been drained. She just needs to stew some meat with ginseng to replenish her blood.
Within a few days, the blood will be regenerated.
A few words directly rendered Ye Shengsheng speechless.
Yes, other people's children are children too, so why give them blood?
With no other choice, she had no choice but to nod in agreement.
But then he said: "Ask uncle to help you release it."
She looked at Murong Qi and motioned for him to perform the operation.
Otherwise, the child will not know the seriousness of the injury. If the wound is too deep and the bleeding continues, it will be difficult to deal with.
Forsythia hurried to prepare medicine to stop the bleeding.
Murong Qi took the knife and took the child's little hand.
Looking at the child's fearless face, he asked:
"Aren't you afraid of pain?"
Xiao Wangyou's face didn't change, "It doesn't hurt. I've suffered pains worse than this. This is nothing. Let's bleed it quickly."
Murong Qi took the medicine jar and put it in front of him, and asked the child, "How much blood should be poured?"
"Get to this location."
Xiao Wangyou pointed at the middle of the medicine jar and said.
Ye Shengsheng looked at it and immediately wrinkled his face and said worriedly:
"Do you need so much blood? If you are so young, you will die if you give out so much blood."
Xiao Wangyou laughed and said, "It's okay, the resurrection grass needs to be concocted. Only so much blood is enough. Don't worry, auntie, I can't die."
She urged Murong Qi, "Senior sister's boyfriend, do it quickly."
Murong Qi did not hesitate, picked up the knife and made a cut on the child's wrist.
Immediately blood gushed out and dripped into the medicine jar.
Ye Shengsheng looked at her daughter distressedly.
Although it was her daughter's blood that was transfused, it was her heart that hurt.
She pressed her chest uncomfortably, breathing hard, and hurriedly reminded Murong Qi, "Third brother, that's enough, bandage her up quickly."
But Xiao Wangyou stopped, "No, it's not enough."
She was really not afraid of pain at all and didn't even frown.
Forsythia couldn't bear it anymore, so she quickly brought some medicine to stop the bleeding and signaled to Murong Qi.
"That's enough."
When Murong Qi saw that the child did not refuse, he hurriedly helped her bandage the wound.
Maybe it was because he had lost a lot of blood, but Xiao Wangyou still felt a little dizzy.
She suddenly fell over and leaned into Ye Shengsheng's arms, but she still said firmly:
"Put this on the fire, put my silver needle in and cook it together."
Forsythia knew that by doing this, the silver needle would stick to the medicinal effect of the Resurrection Grass and go straight into the heart.
She understands.
Hurry up and do what your child says.
Ye Shengsheng hugged her daughter heartily.
"Wangyou, I'll take you to bed to rest, and we'll make ginseng soup for you to drink later, okay?"
Xiao Wangyou's face turned white to the naked eye.
She nodded weakly, willing to be taken care of by them.
Murong Qi quickly went to prepare blood-enhancing ingredients.
I made a big bowl and brought it to Xiao Wangyou's bedside.
Ye Shengsheng personally fed her.
Xiao Wangyou was afraid that they would worry about him, so he laughed and said:
"I'm fine. I'll be fine when I wake up. Auntie, you don't have to worry about me."
Ye Shengsheng's eyes were filled with tears, and he tried hard to endure the pain in his heart and cooperated with his children.
"Well, don't worry, Auntie. Just go to sleep and Auntie will stay with you."
"good."
Before going to bed, Xiao Wangyou looked at Murong Qi and reminded:
"Tell Senior Sister, just simmer it over low heat until it becomes viscous. When it's done, wake me up immediately. I want to help Master remove the acupuncture on the chest before the silver needles cool down."
Murong nodded and said, "Okay, we will pay attention to it. You can rest quickly."
Xiao Wangyou felt dizzy and tired.
Her little body lay on the bed, her aunt held her hand, and she quickly fell asleep.
Ye Shengsheng has been guarding her every step of the way.
Looking at her daughter's pale face and injured wrist, she was so uncomfortable that she couldn't help crying.
Forsythia was brewing medicine carefully on the side.
Murong Qi accompanied her.
It was already three hours later when the medicine was ready.
They woke up little Wangyou on time.
Little Wangyou pushed himself up and weakly came to the master's side. He climbed onto the stone bed and knelt down next to him and began to use the silver needles boiled with resurrecting grass and blood to replace the silver needles on Yun Bo's body.
But the tying method is completely different from what Forsythia used before.
She had pricks all over her body.
After tying it up, he looked at Murong Qi and said:
"Uncle, can you dig a pit over there? I want to bury Master in the mud pit."