Chapter 257 Life hanging by a thread

Su Mingjue leaned his head on Mu Li, trembling slightly. He trembled his lips and asked, "Mu Li, are you okay?"

The other party's lips turned pale, but his face still pretended to be calm. : "Don't be afraid, young master, I'm fine, I just got hurt accidentally." Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the man in black still at Mu Li's feet. Su Mingjue calmed down and ordered Mu Bei coldly

: "Interrogate this man."

, he carefully helped Mu Li go inside.

Before he even reached the cabin, there was a sound of struggling behind him.

Mu Bei stepped on the man in black and stretched out his hand, "Master, this man bit his tongue and committed suicide."

Su Mingjue looked back and saw that the man's face was covered in black and blue. He must have poisoned his tongue and he had just bitten it and died. of.

"Search carefully and see if there are any clues."

"Yes." Mu Bei responded coldly.

After Mu Dong and Mu Nan finished dealing with the remaining gang members, they rushed to the cabin and helped Mu Li into the cabin with their hands.

Su Xiaoliu stood still in a daze, and when he saw the horrifying scene in front of him, he screamed, "What happened?"

After Su Mingjue put the person on the bed and lay prone, he said to Su Xiaoliu: "Go get it." Come over with the scissors and get a basin of hot water, a bandage and a handkerchief.

" Su Xiaoliu hurriedly walked out of the boat.

Mu Dong and Mu Nan looked at each other, and one of them stepped out of the ship to guard in case there were any other assassins who suddenly attacked, while the other stayed in place.

Seeing Su Mingjue struggling to lift Mu Li's body, Mun Nan said: "Master, let me do it!"

Su Mingjue did not refuse after hearing the words, and said to him: "Put his body higher with pillows."

Mun Nan did as he was told. , Su Xiaoliu left and returned soon.

Su Mingjue took the scissors and cut along the blood-stained wound. After a while, Mu Li's injured back appeared in front of everyone.

On the bronze skin, a dagger hit the back of the shoulder bone, and the blood around him was like a waterfall, and the blood flowed endlessly.

Su Mingjue couldn't bear it, and stretched out her hand several times to pull it out, but she always flinched.

In the end, Munan came over and said, "Master, let me do it!"

As he spoke, he raised the knife and quickly pulled out the dagger.

Looking through the light and looking at his back, he saw that the knife had penetrated straight into the bone. Apart from the red blood, it was all white flesh and bones.

Su Mingjue closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and then told Su Xiaoliu: "Bring me the handkerchief."

Su Xiaoliu handed over the handkerchief that he had prepared long ago, and Su Mingjue covered the wound with it. After a while, the white veil was full of moisture and dyed into red cloth.

Su Mingjue threw the red cloth aside and continued to reach out, "New handkerchief."

Su Xiaoliu handed over a new handkerchief, repeating the cycle, and finally the wound was almost cleaned.

Mu Dong handed over a bottle of golden sore medicine from his arms, "Master, sprinkle some of this, it will work."

Su Mingjue took it, sprinkled it around the wound, and then bandaged the wound with Su Xiaoliu. The bleeding barely stopped for a while.

But Su Mingjue knew that this was only the first step, and there would be more trouble later.

After finishing everything, his head was already covered with fine beads of sweat, but he had no time to wipe it off.

Asked Munan who was standing aside: "Where are we now?"

Munan glanced out the window and responded: "We have left Qingji and are heading south."

"When can we dock?"

"This way down It's all water, and it will take two days to reach the shore. "

Two days is too long. His wound is too deep."

Su Mingjue's biggest worry is that Mu Li's wound will cause local infection. It's troublesome if it causes a high fever.

However, the facts turned out to be as Su Mingjue had guessed. Within half an hour, Mu Li had a high fever.

Su Xiaoliu stayed by the bed, changing several basins of water and wiping Mu Li's body. His forehead was still burning.

Munan looked worried and said: "Master, why don't I swim to the shore and find a doctor to come over? If this continues, I'm afraid the boss will be burned out."

Su Mingjue felt anxious in his heart, but Munan was not necessarily like this. can solve problems.

He shook his head and refused, "I'll think of a solution."

He knew very well that the reason for Mu Li's high fever was due to wound infection. Even if Munan went through all the trouble to call the doctor, the doctor might not be able to do anything.

Ancient people knew very little about this aspect.

If this happened in modern times, taking some antibiotics would have a good anti-inflammatory and sterilizing effect, but in ancient times it was a bit troublesome.

Unless you can get some penicillin yourself, things like oranges and grapefruits are most likely to mold and develop penicillium when placed in a humid place.

Thinking of this, Su Mingjue suddenly remembered that Su Xiaoliu seemed to have brought a lot of oranges before leaving, and hurriedly asked: "Do you still have the oranges you brought?"

Su Xiaoliu didn't know why, but still subconsciously responded: "Yes, Master Do you want to eat oranges?"

Su Mingjue didn't explain, but said bluntly: "Show them to me."

Su Xiaoliu took some oranges and looked at Huang Chengcheng's appearance, with a look of disappointment on his face.

So what if there are oranges?

These oranges don't have any Penicillium at all. You just need to re-cultivate Penicillium yourself. Not to mention that it will take several days to make it moldy, and even the subsequent extraction and purification will take several days to complete.

Mu Li couldn't wait that long.

For a moment, Su Mingjue felt a little helpless.

He felt powerless in an open-book exam, where he knew the answer but couldn't answer it.

He walked out of the cabin dejectedly, wanting to stay away from Mu Li so he could calm down, and looking for any way to make Mu Li feel better.

Not long after, there was a smell of cooking smoke from under the boat. Su Mingjue looked up and saw that the sky had turned red before she knew it, and it was time to make dinner.

The boatman brought his own stove to light a charcoal fire on it, cut open the fish he fished out of the water, and threw it into the pot.

The boatman on the side saw him cooking and held the mast in his hand and said, "The boatman is making something delicious again."

The man laughed and said, "It's still the same fish."

"You don't get tired of eating fish every day. !"

"My fish today is not ordinary. I put pickled mustard greens in it. I guarantee that it will be sour, fragrant and appetizing in one bite."

"Just brag! Who has never eaten mustard greens? In a few days, your mustard greens will be edible and sour and fragrant. I don’t think the mustard greens are necessarily sour.”

“What do you know? Did you see that I have a ten-year-old mustard stew in it?” It has been with me for ten years, and it can make the mustard sour in a short time whenever I put it in.

Su Mingjue's eyes lit up when he heard this, yes, in ancient times, people often used mustard marinade to treat diseases, but they didn't know what it contained. Rich in penicillin.

With it, Mu Li's wound was finally saved.