Chapter 217 Snatched
Zhending County Government Office.
The county magistrate walked towards Rong Que in horror, "How did he get hurt like this?"
Inside the room, the soft bedding was already fully prepared, and the county magistrate even prepared two or three doctors to be waiting there.
But these doctors can only treat common diseases such as colds and diarrhea. The most important thing for Su Qingqing right now is detoxification, but they are not good at it.
"Take a look first. I'll stay here and I'll go back to Kyoto to get a doctor."
Rong Que carefully placed Su Qingqing on the bed, and without bothering to make other arrangements, he turned around and left.
Ming Lu and Ming He were both assigned by Rong Que to lead a large army to hunt down King Yu. At the moment, there was no one following Rong Que. Wang Yu wanted to accompany him, but was stopped by Rong Que.
"Kyoto will soon find out that we are here. Who knows what will happen. You stay here. If Kyoto attacks this place before I come back, you take her away first."
"Then Your Highness..." Wang Yu was extremely anxious, but he couldn't refute.
In order to reduce their traces, they traveled with very few people.
If he followed Rong Que, Su Qingqing would only have Jixiang left, and Jixiang's skills were only half-baked.
Time was running out, Rong Que patted Wang Yu’s shoulder heavily, turned around and disappeared into the snowy night.
In the house.
Su Qingqing had a high fever all over her body and her eyes were closed, but fortunately, she was conscious.
I don’t know if it was the effect of the detoxification pill or the warmth in the room, but she was no longer as motionless as a dead person, but began to tremble.
Shaking badly.
Jixiang's eyes were red from crying, but he was helpless.
The three doctors nearby used all their medical skills to barely come up with a prescription.
Time is the most precious thing right now. No one knows whether the doctor Rong Que invited can really help, and no one knows whether Su Qingqing can really wait for Rong Que to come back...
There was nothing he could do, so Wang Yu took charge of the prescription and ordered the medicine to be boiled.
During the quarter of an hour it took to decoct the medicine, the three doctors divided the work among themselves.
One person gave Su Qingqing an acupuncture injection to let her blood, while the other two cut away the ulcerated flesh on Su Qingqing's back bit by bit and then applied ointment.
Jixiang was so anxious that he was spinning around on the ground.
But the medicine was poured in, the acupuncture was completed, and the rotten flesh was scraped off. An hour passed, and Su Qingqing still showed no sign of waking up.
The pulse was getting weaker and weaker, almost undetectable.
The high fever still persisted, the shivering was still severe, and the originally pale lips gradually began to turn blue.
Jixiang was so anxious that he almost couldn't hold it anymore. The magistrate of Zhending was also at a loss. He pulled Wang Yu aside and said, "We have a Qingquan Temple in Zhending. I heard that the monks in the temple know some medical skills. Why don't we go and ask him for help?"
When Wang Yu heard this, he said, "Why didn't you say so earlier!" and turned and left.
The county magistrate hurriedly chased after him.
"General, please listen to me. I heard that this monk has some strange habits. He doesn't see patients at night, nor does he see officials. He also sees no more than two patients a day, and no more than ten patients a month."
Wang Yu cursed anxiously, "What kind of a bullshit monk is this? Where is his compassionate heart? Never mind, I'll go find him first. As for the others, if he doesn't come, I'll tie him up and bring him here."
Jixiang was originally in a daze, but upon hearing this he immediately said, "I'll go!"
Wang Yu strode out quickly, "You may not be able to bring the monk out if you go, so you stay and guard the general. If anything happens, it will be more convenient for you."
The general is a woman after all.
Jixiang's eyes were blazing with anger, and his throat was so hoarse that he could hardly speak. "I'll go. My master and I have met him before. I'll go and help."
Grabbing Wang Yu, Jixiang ran out without giving Wang Yu any chance to refute.
Qingquan Temple.
The snow fell particularly heavily that night, so heavy that it was difficult to open your eyes when you looked up at the sky.
In the originally quiet temple, a monk was actually sitting cross-legged in the snowy courtyard, clicking the Buddhist beads one by one on a string in his hand.
He quickly chanted prayers in a low voice.
There was a palace coup in Kyoto, and countless innocent people died in vain. He couldn't perform the salvation ceremony openly, and could only do his best on a snowy night like this.
Just like the year General Su passed away...
It was also on such a snowy night that he suddenly received the news.
General Su, who was so heroic and powerful, was shot to death.
He had never thought in his life that General Su would die on the battlefield in this way.
General Su had clearly promised him that after the war was over, he would work with him to expand the Qingquan Temple and gild the Buddha's body, and he also said that he wanted to listen to his lotus ceremony.
That person will never come back.
Bang.
In the originally quiet private room, there was a sudden sound of a heavy object falling. The monk's chanting paused slightly, and he frowned and turned his head.
Jixiang climbed out of the snow with a grin on his face.
There was a layer of ice on the walls of Qingquan Temple, and the ice was covered with snow. She accidentally slipped down.
Unexpectedly, when she climbed out of the snow, the monk she was looking for was standing in front of her. The monk had a stick in his hand and hit her with it.
He hit the monk without any hesitation. If it weren't for the bald head and the scars on his head, Jixiang would have suspected that he was not a monk at all.
"Master, stop it. It's me, it's me. Our master and I have been here before, the time when the Third Miss of the Rong'an Marquis's Mansion was here."
The monk's stick was about to hit Jixiang's back, but it stopped. He looked at the person lying there suspiciously. The tiny light in the snowy night allowed him to vaguely recognize that the face seemed familiar.
"Is it you?"
Seeing that he had recognized her, Jixiang hurriedly got up from the ground and said, "Please save my master, she has been poisoned..."
Without waiting for Jixiang to finish, the monk turned around and walked towards the place where he had just chanted the sutra. "Kyoto is in chaos. It is not normal for your master to be injured. I never see patients at night. Please go back, young lady."
How could that be auspicious?
He hurriedly chased after him, "My master saved your life last time, don't you plan to repay the favor?"
The monk sneered, "Young lady, are you trying to blackmail En?"
Jixiang was so anxious that he blurted out, "That's not what I meant. It's just that Kyoto was in chaos, King Yu was doing evil, and my master was injured in order to eliminate King Yu. Don't you care about this kind of injury?"
The monk did not recite the sutra immediately, but looked at Jixiang, and sat down slowly, "Take care of it? There are so many people in this world who have been injured while doing what is right, how can I, a monk with only two hands, take care of them all?
If you have the courage to do what is right, you must also be willing to bear the consequences of doing what is right.
If you don't have the ability to do what is right, don't try to be a hero! "
Jixiang was driven mad by the monk's sophistry.
She originally thought that Su Qingqing had saved the monk's life, and the monk would definitely save her, but she never expected it to be like this.
Clenching his fists tightly, Jixiang said, "You really don't want to go with me?"
The monk said, "Your master saved my life, but I also have my own principles. I can save people, but I will go there early tomorrow morning. I never go out for night consultations."
"But my master's poison has taken effect and he can't wait!"
The monk glanced at Jixiang indifferently, and his eyes meant: Let's just leave it to fate.
Jixiang felt uneasy, suffocated and angry when he saw this look.
Her master, in his previous life, fought for the people of the world on the battlefield, was shot in the back and died on the battlefield.
God had finally shown mercy to her and given her a chance to be reborn. Was she going to die here again before she even had the chance to enjoy this beautiful life?
Why is it that a woman who is like a god of war, who is willing to risk her life for the people of the world, but the people she is protecting are not even willing to do something like treat her illness?
The anger in my heart brought tears to my eyes.
Jixiang clenched his fist and swung it over.
Not going, right?
If you don’t go, I’ll take you away from you!
