Qiao Xianyong felt the cold feeling of Cai'er's sharp knife against his forehead, and he simply closed his eyes.
The knife's blade seemed to be extremely sharp. Qiao Xianyong felt the tip of the knife being pressed hard against his forehead. Cai'er had obviously started to strike. A sharp pain hit him. Cai'er had already cut Qiao Xianyong's forehead and drew blood, but he seemed to
I started to hesitate again, as if I wasn't very satisfied with the first cut.
At this moment, the fear in Qiao Xianyong's heart suddenly subsided. For this young man who is not yet twenty years old, his life has gone through ups and downs that are unimaginable to ordinary people. Along the way, many things have happened.
Whether he is happy or sad, Qiao Xianyong cannot control it. He knows that if he is not stronger, he will always be a slave to others and a fish to me. But this time, he may never be given a chance again.
Cai'er started to exert force on her hands again, and as soon as she said it, she heard the door of the room being hit open with a "bang", and someone shouted angrily, "Stop!"
Destiny once again favored Qiao Xianyong.
Cai'er was startled and dropped the knife in her hand to the ground.
Qiao Xianyong opened his eyes and looked at the door.
I saw an old man with white beard and hair, wearing silver-white robes, standing at the door, glaring at Cai'er angrily.
Standing next to the old man was a figure that Qiao Xianyong was very familiar with, it was his master Wei Hong. Wei Hong's face was expressionless, but Qiao Xianyong saw anxiety and worry in his eyes.
Xi'er knelt down on the ground with a "pop" sound, lying very low and not daring to breathe out.
Cai'er turned pale with shock and was so confused that she seemed to have forgotten to kneel down.
The old man ordered sternly, "Untie him!"
Cai'er shivered and reached out to Qiao Xianyong's side cautiously.
The old man shouted loudly, "Who asked you to relieve yourself! Kneel down!"
Cai'er's knees felt weak, and she knelt down next to Xi'er with a "pop" sound, feeling as limp as mud.
Qiao Xianyong saw Gong'er, who was wearing a scarlet gown and had his head lowered, entering the house from behind the old man. He first carefully untied the rags that bound Qiao Xianyong's mouth, and then went to untie his handcuffs and footcuffs.
Qiao Xianyong was finally able to speak. He said in a trembling voice, "Master, this disciple is useless..."
Wei Hong took a step forward, brushed Qiao Xianyong's messy hair that was all over his face, and said softly, "Xianyong, it's okay. I'm afraid you'll be a step late for the sake of teachers and students." Then he nodded respectfully to the old man and said.
, "This is Mr. Wen, the miracle doctor."
The old man's face was still full of anger, and his eyebrows on both sides seemed to be twisted together, and he said sternly, "What a miracle doctor! I am afraid that I will soon be angry to death from these beasts! This disease of anger is difficult to be cured by any miracle!"
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I saw Xi'er and Cai'er kowtowing like garlic, but they didn't seem to dare to speak too loudly. They just kept saying, "Mr. Wen, we were wrong. Mr. Wen, please forgive me, Mr. Wen..."
While talking, Gong'er flexibly unchained Qiao Xianyong, helped him sit up, and took out a clean white cloth and tied it on Qiao Xianyong's forehead to help him stop bleeding.
After Qiao Xianyong got off the ground, he bowed deeply to Mr. Wen respectfully and kowtowed to Wei Hong. After struggling for a day and a night, Wei Hong was weak and staggered after standing up, and he was about to fall down at any time. Gong'er
Help him quickly.
The old man looked at Qiao Xianyong for a moment, then nodded and said, "It's okay. I'll drink some ginseng soup to replenish my health later. I'll take a closer look at what's wrong with you. Gong'er, I'll go ahead with Master Wei. You can take this with you."
You young heroes have come to Zhongjing Hall." After saying that, without even looking at Xi'er and Cai'er, he strode out of the house with swift strides, not even looking like an old man.
Wei Hong gave Qiao Xianyong a kind look and said, "Xianyong, I'll go and talk to Mr. Wen first. Don't be anxious, just take your time." He then followed out.
As soon as the two of them came out of the house, Gong'er helped Qiao Xianyong as instructed and started to walk out. Xi'er heard Xi'er shouting, "Gong'er! What should Cai'er and I do?"
Gong'er supported Qiao Xianyong's tall body, looked at Xi'er and Cai'er with pity, sighed and said, "You two insist on causing more trouble. I have advised you a long time ago, but you didn't listen. Now Mr. Wen has discovered
, how do I know what to do!”
Xi'er knelt in a daze, with tears streaming down his face. He sobbed and said, "Gong'er, brother, we four brothers, you can't just die without saving us, right? You are our eldest brother!"
Gong'er's eyes seemed to be wet, and he whispered, "Xi'er, it's not like you don't know Mr. Wen. None of us know how weird his character is and how strict his rules are for his subordinates. Cai'er
If you don't obey me, you will also follow suit. For what you committed this time, even if I take Faier to plead guilty for you, Mr. Tongwen, I'm afraid there's nothing I can do about it."
Gong'er glanced at Cai'er again, his expression became strange, and said, "Unless." Before he could finish his words, he looked at Qiao Xianyong.
Cai'er understood what Gong'er meant, and he said sharply, "Gong'er, do you mean to ask this stupid man to plead for us?"
Gong'er ignored him and continued to support Qiao Xianyong, saying in an extremely gentle tone, "Qiao Shaoxia, the four of us you saw are all from the same mother. When we were young, our parents were killed by enemies. Mr. Wen passed by and rescued our brothers.
Four, from now on we will be his medicine boys. Now that my two brothers have done something wrong, I am afraid that Mr. Wen will severely punish them, and it is very possible that they will be punished to death. If I know this request now, Qiao Shaoxia, you will probably not agree to it.
, but on behalf of my younger brothers, I still beg Shaoxia Qiao to absolve them of their sins in front of Mr. Wen." Gong'er's voice became lower and lower, and tears rolled down his face.
Xi'er was lying on the ground, crying so hard that she couldn't straighten up.
However, Cai'er still had an expression on her face that she loved someone, and held her neck up.
Qiao Xianyong did not answer Gong'er's request. He said, "I'm afraid Master will be anxious because of the waiting, so let's go there quickly."
Hearing this, Gong'er knew that Qiao Xianyong would most likely not plead for his two brothers. He suppressed a sob and nodded, then looked at Xi'er and Cai'er painfully, and helped Qiao Xianyong out of the room.
Qiao Xianyong saw that the place outside the house was not the hut in the forest that he had seen during the day, but it seemed that it was closer to the top of the mountain. Two levels of flat land had been carved out, and twenty or thirty huts of different sizes had been built. He guessed
This is where Mr. Wen treats patients. The room behind him is a small room in the corner, more like a tool room, very inconspicuous.
With Gong'er's support, Qiao Xianyong staggered along the rugged mountain road. After a while, he saw a row of courtyards with candlelight in front of him. Gong'er led Qiao Xianyong to the door of the house in the middle.
, stopped.
When Qiao Xianyong saw a plaque with gold letters on a black background hanging in the middle of the outside of the house, which read "Zhongjing Hall", he knew that this was Mr. Wen's daily residence.