Mistakenly Saving the Villain - Chapter 101

Although the shabby room is simple, the common medicinal materials are complete, and there are many well-made wound medicines.

In order to save the life and beauty of Tianxianglou’s old bustard to earn money, the whiplashes were concentrated on the back and buttocks, and most of them were traumatic. The more troublesome part is the leg. The calf bone has been interrupted, but the quack doctor failed to connect it, leaving many hidden dangers, which made him unable to walk normally.

There are many elixir and secret methods in the world of cultivating immortals, and the rich resources are far better than modern society.

Song Qingshi has both medical directors in both worlds. He has studied for many years and is the number one physician in the world of cultivating immortals. He has no traumas that cannot be cured.

After confirming that Wuhuan’s physique is the easy-to-recover wood spirit root, he settled down and chose the simplest method of treatment. He cut the clothes stuck in blood and rinsed the wound with clean water. He was filthy, cut off the infected and purulent part with a knife, and then sutured two deeper wounds with gut suture, and simply mashed several wound medicines, mixed them into powder and applied them, and finally used them directly while he was unconscious. A simple anesthesia was performed on the legs with golden needles and spiritual power, and the leg bones were quickly broken and reattached.

Wuhuan was awakened by the severe pain. He felt naked and uncomfortable everywhere. His legs were broken. His heart was desperate and his eyes were red. He knew that he had gone out of the wolf den and entered the tiger den again. Ruthless, knowing that he has the mind to resist, he deliberately broke his legs, imprisoned in the mountains as a plaything, so that he can never run out…

He wants to die with this beast!

Wuhuan fumbled around, trying to find a hard object as a weapon, but he didn’t have any strength.

Song Qingshi was so busy that he was sweating. Seeing that he was awake later, he quickly gave two more injections of anesthesia.

As night fell, he finally resolved all the injuries on Wuhuan’s body. He was tightly bandaged from head to toe. He found a clean old dress for him to change, and went to the door to fold a straight vine tree and flatten everything. The stabbing place was made into a guide stick and placed next to his bed.

When Song Qing was idle, he began to study his own speaking problems. He checked several times and confirmed that his vocal cords and throat had no problems, and his body had no hidden diseases except malnutrition. He thought about it for a long time… he thought this physical speech problem was a mental illness.

He had similar problems when he was a child, but it was not that serious. After he grows up, he slowly gets better. Now he is still nervous when talking to strangers, sometimes not expressing his meaning, but there is no problem in communication.

Song Qingshi tried to pronounce it, but after a few times, he failed again.

He became more depressed, and felt that the formation of Mo Yuan Jianzun was too excessive, completely ignoring medical theory, regardless of scientific logic, and forcibly placing him as a person with speech problems, making him speechless and restricted in his actions. . In vain, when he used to read books, he kind of liked the deeds of Sword Master Mo Yuan, a little admiration.

Song Qingshi gave up competing with illogical things and treated them as additional questions in the examination paper. Although the difficulty was great, it was not insurmountable. He used to lie in a hospital bed for many years, and he didn’t like to blame others. No matter how he can run and move, he just can’t talk. It’s much better than when he was freezing.

Tomorrow, he will wait for Wuhuan to wake up and check his physical condition. If there is no problem, he will go to Tianxianglou to rescue Qu Yurong. Qu Yurong is a rich man and he must know the characters. Then he will write in the sand table. Say what you want to say, and then use Qu Yurong’s mouth to communicate with Wuhuan.

When Song Qingshi thought of this, he immediately became optimistic again. He raised the medicine furnace and happily made medicine for Wuhuan.

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The next day, Wuhuan woke up leisurely in bed. He moved his body. There was pain everywhere, and his feet were tied to something unknown. He was unconscious and could not move. He did not know what cruel treatment he suffered last night…

He heard the footsteps of the “beast” approaching, panicked, and hurriedly touched around, accidentally touched a long stick, lifted it without thinking, and slammed it towards the place where the sound came from.

Song Qingshi stubbornly guarded the hot soup medicine in his hand, unable to escape, and was beaten with sticks.

He is just a cultivating monk, his body is not much stronger than that of a mortal, he has no body protection and spiritual power, and his head is beaten out of several packs, and his tears are almost coming out of pain. A small fire appeared around him, representing the intent to kill. He looked outside the house vigilantly, and then at Wuhuan, whose eyes were flushed with anger inside the house. After thinking for a while, he finally understood that the other party seemed to want to kill him. He quickly retreated away with the medicine, hiding in the corner, not daring to approach this vicious beauty.

Wuhuan and Feng Jun look alike, they speak alike, but their personalities are a bit different…

Feng Jun never beat him…

Song Qingshi was a little wronged, but he still felt Wuhuan had something to do with Fengjun, and he was reluctant to get angry.

He sat obediently in the corner, waiting for Wuhuan to dispel his anger.

Wuhuan waved his stick in the air several times to confirm that his footsteps had gone far, and finally heaved a sigh of relief.

After a long time, he calmed down slowly and found that his body was full of strong medicinal fragrance, which was tightly entangled by circles of cloth, and he was wearing clean clothes. There was no pain in the back part, and it seemed that he had not been violated. The feeling of passing. He has no practical experience in doing this kind of thing, but he heard a lot of things from his brothers in Tianxianglou. A man is different from a woman, and he doesn’t fall into red. Maybe it’s because that guy is short in stature and has a small job? ! Or is it not lifted? !

Because Wuhuan can’t see it, his mind is more sensitive than ordinary people. He has never met a good person in his life, and a **** who pretends to be a good person to deceive him has met several times. It is hard to believe that someone will treat himself unconditionally, let alone believe that the monks who visit Tianxiang Tower will be good things!

He checked his body carefully, trying to find the clues he had been playing with. However, there was nothing on his body except the traces of herbs and treatments. There were four long wooden boards tied to his legs, which seemed to be used to fix the position of the bones. He fumbled for a long time, and couldn’t help asking: “What is this?”

After asking him a little regret, how can he expect the dumb to speak?

Wuhuan lowered his head and fell into contemplation.

Song Qingshi probed his head and observed for a long time, and saw that he didn’t seem to be beating people anymore. He cautiously held the soup medicine and approached again, spooned the soup medicine, blew it, and then sent it to his lips to beckon him to take it.

“I don’t like taking medicine, it’s too bitter.” Wuhuan smelt the smell of soup medicine, and hurriedly turned his head to avoid it, but his heart became flustered again. The old bust often gave stubborn newcomers some fun medicine. He had heard of it many times. After being tricked into taking the medicine, the young girl who would rather die, lose strength and become sensitive, then wander under the guests, destroying their dignity, and picking them up obediently.

Therefore, he has a deep fear of medicine, even if he hurts badly, he will not take it.

Wuhuan stepped back, constantly refusing to pass the soup medicine to his mouth.

Song Qingshi refused to give up, chased him to feed, babbled, tried to put the spoon in his mouth, let him taste the taste, and understood that honey was added to the medicine and it was not bitter.

Wuhuan was pressed into a hurry, and he pushed it indiscriminately. The medicine bowl was turned over, and the medicine was spilled on the person in front of him, and the bowl fell on the ground on the bed and smashed into pieces.

Song Qingshi held the spoon and was stunned.

Wuhuan felt the depression of the person in front of him, and suddenly felt a little soft. He always felt that something was wrong and wanted to investigate again, but he had already revealed his fierce and true features. He even beat and kicked him. Where else could he lie and fool him? He clutched the stick tightly, opened his mouth, wanted to say something, and finally couldn’t say anything…

Song Qingshi seized the opportunity and quickly stuffed the medicine from the spoon in his hand into his mouth.

Wuhuan didn’t have time to react, so he swallowed his mouthful of decoction, and the tongue was sweet and sour, not unpalatable. Then, he felt that he was gently pressed down on the bed, and the quilt wet with the soup medicine was also taken away. After a while, the other party brought a new quilt with a breath of sunshine and placed it on his body very carefully. .

After a while, he heard the sound of picking up pieces.

Wuhuan couldn’t help asking: “Are you angry? Yes, just knock something, no, just knock twice.”

Song Qingshi immediately knocked off the bedboard twice, although the patient was very unbehaved and did not cooperate with the treatment. But he also knows that blind patients are very sensitive. Long-term abuse has made him feel insecure. It is normal to be irritable and thoughtful. He has no way to explain, so he can’t blame the other party for tantrums.

Wuhuan thought for a long time, then asked: “I have no sensation in my legs, did you do it?”

Song Qingshi knocked on the bed board, but felt something was wrong again. He grabbed his leg and took two more needles to relieve part of the anesthesia, so that he slowly felt the pain in the leg, and then took a small wooden stick and placed it on He broke his hand and reconnected it several times. The two gesticulated for a long time and did multiple-choice questions of “yes” and “no” many times, finally let Wuhuan understand what a leg injury was.

Wuhuan asked cautiously: “So, you are treating a disease and you are not doing anything nasty to me?”

Song Qingshi nodded frantically, knocked down the bedboard hard, indicating that he was too right, and then brought a bowl of medicine over again, put it aside, pulled his palm, and kept writing the word “medicine” on it. , Try to let him learn simple words to achieve the effect of communication.

Wuhuan had never touched words before. He thought for a long time before he understood the meaning of the other party from repeating the same strokes, so he guessed the meaning of each word. After dozens of failures, he finally guessed: “Yao ?”

Song Qingshi was overjoyed and immediately knocked on the bed board.

Wuhuan tried to stretch out his fingers and trace the text in the air, with unspeakable joy in his heart. He often asked others to read to himself. Sometimes it was a lively and interesting textbook, sometimes it was a beautiful poetry. He wanted to know. What did the text in the book look like? He wanted to read it.

However, everyone laughed at him as a blind man, wishful thinking.

“Medicine.” He tried to write again and again, “It turns out that the text is like this.” After a long time, he let go of his hands and smiled bitterly, “Even if I know the text? I still can’t read the book. .”

Song Qingshi thought for a while, took a piece of wood, carved the word “medicine” on it with a knife, and put it on his hand, pulling his finger across the bumps and bumps of each stroke, indicating to read.

Before he could make the Xuantian Taiming Pill, he could teach Wuhuan to recognize characters by finger writing, and then ask a carpenter to carve books on wood chips. Although Braille was not popularized in the world of cultivation, Wuhuan looked very smart. I should be able to learn normal writing, and I won’t be illiterate when I am back in the future.

Song Qingshi was extremely proud, he thought his idea was particularly good.

He touched the text on the wooden board for a long time without joy, then looked up at the blurry light and shadow in front of him, suddenly wondering what this person looked like. He thought for a long time, and finally reached out his hand gently, and when he touched Song Qing, seeing that the other party did not resist, he boldly put his hand on his face, and then on the body, slowly touching and feeling it carefully.

Prejudice and fear clouded his heart, making him unable to judge the truth of the matter.

Now, he finally discovered that the man in front of him was just a thin young man, at most only twelve or three years old, and his body was not mature enough. He could not have any other purpose for himself…

Wuhuan released his hand in horror, he could hardly face his stupidity.

The young man plucked up his courage and rescued him from hell, giving him tenderness.

What did he do?

Calculations, insults, beatings, dark guesses, and even want to kill the benefactor…

“Yes, I’m sorry,” Wuhuan shivered slightly, regretting to his bones. He made a serious mistake, so serious that he didn’t know how to express his apology, “I am not good, I…” He didn’t know he could Do anything to make up for such a fault, “You can do anything you want me to do.”

Song Qingshi immediately picked up the medicine bowl and handed the spoon to his mouth again, expressing his determination to want the other party to take medicine.

Wuhuan hesitated for a moment, and finally opened his mouth, trying to accept this kindness…

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In the evening, Song Qingshi hurriedly ran towards Tianxiang Tower.

After taking the medicine in the morning, he couldn’t help teaching Wuhuan again, but Wuhuan was smart and easy to learn. No matter what the word was, he could remember it once or twice in the palm of his hand. One of them is serious about teaching, and the other is serious about learning. He is too eager to be a teacher. He uses bigudan to solve the problem when he eats, and he forgets important things.

He must quickly rescue Qu Yurong, otherwise the mission will fail.

Song Qingshi returned to Tianxiang Tower and found that there was chaos inside. He seemed to be looking for someone. He thought he was looking for Wuhuan, but after listening carefully, it didn’t seem to be…

The old bustard cried out of breath: “My Yurong! Who killed a thousand swords and took my cash cow abducted?!”

Gui Gong and Hua Niang kept persuading them, it seemed that the demon named Fu Donglai in the original book took advantage of the turmoil in the fire and robbed Qu Yurong this morning. In the original work, Fu Donglai is a casual repairman, one of Qu Yurong’s men, good at empty hands, usually come and go without a trace, and now he has taken Qu Yurong away without a trace.

Isn’t this story originally written…

Song Qingshi lay on the fence, dumbfounded, he lost the task object, what should I do for the exam?