Chapter 28

After a moment's thinking, Zhuoqing suddenly got up, picked up the thickest stick on the ground, and walked to the side of the big man. The big man opened his eyes in surprise. Zhuo Qing said nothing. He took the stick and hit him three centimeters behind his neck! This is quick, accurate and ruthless. The big man will pass out of his mind only after humming.

Zhuoqing squatted down and checked it. After confirming that the big man had fainted, he threw away the stick and patted the sawdust on his hand. Zhuoqing looked back at the half lying on the ground and asked, "is that ok?"

Qian Jing's eyes gaped. The woman thought of their first meeting. Unexpectedly, she threw out a man twice as strong as her. It seemed that he despised her. Qian Jing shook his head and smiled bitterly. "I've never seen a woman as fierce and savage as you."

Is it fierce and savage? Well, Zhuo Qing said, "now you see it." He is really ignorant. If he had a chance to see Gu Yun, he would know what is really fierce and savage.

Go to the entrance of the cave and help your son to sit down beside the fire. Zhuoqing whispered, "you help me to make the fire stronger."

Your son nods hard, the girl's courage and courage are admirable.

After two steps, Zhuoqing picked up the stick on the ground again, handed it to your son, and said, "take this, if he wakes up, you will give him another stick." She was mainly afraid that she would have to deal with her wound in half, and the big man would be in trouble when he woke up.

Ru'er takes the stick, which is thicker than her arm, looks at the dazed man next to her, and then looks at Zhuo Qing's cold and resolute face, swallows a mouthful of saliva in secret, and replies with difficulty: "I I see. "

Knowing that it was difficult for her, Zhuo Qing went back to Qianjing, helped him to lie down and said, "I'll help you with the wound first."

Qian Jing grabs Zhuo Qing's hand that is about to untie his lapel. He looks suspicious: "can you do it?"

Zhuo Qing raised her eyebrows gently. She is qualified as a surgeon. And her knife is absolutely no less than any surgeon, and the study of human muscles, bones, organs, general surgeons can't catch up! Such a small operation is easy for her.

Zhuo Qing stretched out her hand again, and Qian Jing called out, "wait a minute. Help me get the medicine bottle out of my waist. "

After rummaging around his waist for a while, Zhuo Qing found a small porcelain bottle, opened the cork, and a faint smell of medicine diffused. He dumped the bottle, but there was nothing in it. Jiang gave it to him, and Zhuo Qing said faintly, "no more."

No more? Qian Jing wails, why does it just disappear at this time? Does heaven want to kill him!

The taste of this medicine is very familiar. Zhuo Qing looks for a moment in the dark pocket of the belt, takes out a small cloth bag, carefully opens it, pours out and looks, Zhuo Qing secretly rejoices, hands the small pill to Qian Jing, Zhuo Qing says with a smile: "you are lucky, but you are not wet, eat it." At that time, he said that this medicine is a kind of elixir which can stop bleeding and remove blood stasis, calm the nerves and nourish the spirit, detoxify and dispel wind! Hope is true.

"This is?" Qian Jing took over and saw that this was the medicine he gave her last time. She didn't lose it.

Pick up two thin blades. Zhuo Qing looks at them carefully. The blade is very sharp, and the thickness is appropriate. Finally, he chooses one, with his back to the dried bramble, and bakes it on the fire. Zhuo Qing says in a low voice, "you owe me one hundred Liang to keep this life."

Looking at the beautiful shadow with its back to her, Qian Jing felt a strange feeling in her heart, sighed low, and said, "just start."

Holding the prepared temporary scalpel, Zhuo Qing went to Qian Jing and comforted him, saying, "you can bear it, soon."

"Come on!" Qianjing looks as if she is going to die. Zhuoqing can't laugh or cry. At this time, he has leisure to joke!

Blood sticks the cloth and skin together. Zhuo Qing carefully tears open the skirt. Under the light of fire, Zhuo Qing studies the position of the knife carefully, and does not hesitate to start -

"Hmm! Ah - "without anesthetics, she cut the wound forcefully. The pain can be imagined. Although the endurance of dried Bauhinia is amazing, the natural contraction of muscles caused by the pain and the unconscious violent resistance make it difficult for her to cut. Zhuo Qing frowns, she is really not suitable for surgery! In contrast, she prefers corpses because they will let her do whatever she wants.

It only took about ten minutes to cut the adherent muscle tissue accurately, and all the barbs were taken out. He threw the weapon aside, and Zhuo Qing looked at Qianjing. He kept clenching his fists. Under the light of the fire, his face was dark red. Sweat drops fell down the ground along his cheeks. He gasped in confusion. Patted his cheek lightly, Zhuo Qing said in a deep voice, "Qian Jing, it's ready. You relax."

Although the weapon was taken out, there was no disinfectant and no suture tool. Fortunately, compared with the same kind of operation, the amount of bleeding from the cut was surprisingly small. Isn't it true that the blood can stop it temporarily when the martial arts novel points to a certain acupoint? It's amazing. She can study it well!

The question now is what she will use to bandage his wound first to prevent infection. She can't tear her clothes, or she will be naked!

"Hiss -" Zhuoqing is still in distress. A sound of tearing up the cloth rings. Zhuoqing goes back and sees your son holding a large piece of cloth, handing it to her and saying, "here it is."

Two legs are exposed outside. Ru'er is not used to it. She tries to shrink her feet. But the skirt on her hand is still firmly handed to Zhuo Qing. Zhuo Qing takes the cloth and smiles gratefully, "thank you."

Your son shakes his head embarrassed, she did nothing to help them. If they hadn't saved her, she would have been humiliated.

Zhuo Qing takes over the cloth, tears it into strips, joins it together, gently picks up Qianjing, quickly bandages the wound. After the sharp pain, Qianjing's brain becomes more clear. Looking at Zhuo Qing, who is busy and skilled in bandaging the wound, Qianjing Feng's eyes squint slightly and gasps low. "Are you a doctor?"

Qian Jing secretly thought about her identity. In the face of blood and ferocious wounds, she was calm and calm. She did not hesitate to put the knife down steadily. The sharp technique was admirable. There's no doubt about her medical skills, but she has dealt with wounds like this thousands of times. The general doctor at most is to feel the pulse and fry some medicine. There is not much chance to get in touch with such a knife wound, especially if she is still miss Qianjin.

Doctor? "That's right." Forensic medicine is also a doctor. After bandaging the wound, Zhuo Qingchang took a sigh of relief and sat down on the ground, tired. He said, "take a rest, and we'll have a rest in the morning"

suddenly, Qianjing's eyes were cold and her face was gloomy. He grasped her wrist and whispered, "someone!"