Chapter 47

The four men looked at how far the fire tongue spit out, licked it, and couldn't move forward at all. The firewood room in the backyard of the inn also turned into a fire dragon with the spread of the fire. With the rotation direction of the wind, it soon became a sea of fire. The roof tiles exploded violently, and the tiles collapsed to the center of the inn.

"He's already poisoned. The fierce fire can't come out at all. Let's go before anyone finds out." Said one of them.

The leader nodded.

"So good, destroy the corpse."

After taking off the roof in early summer, they had already brought Bian Ding to the well. They took off their coats and soaked them in the bucket. At this time, seeing the four of them leave, he quickly fished out his clothes and motioned that Bian Ding would be caged on his body from the top of his head like him. At the beginning of summer, he carried more than half a bucket of water and was going to rush into the sea of fire.

Bian Ding grabbed him and said sadly, "young master, I'll go. The fire is too big. If I can't get out, you'll leave quickly to avoid being found out and causing trouble."

Xia Chu pulled his hand back, and the other hand had to hold the barrel on his head. He quickly scolded: "long winded."

They kicked the door open and rushed into the inn. It was found that the man in grey was somehow pressed under the broken limbs and bones, and the scattered bodies were also pressed with roof beams and tiles, and his whole body was severely burned.

At the beginning of summer, he put down the bucket, quickly pulled him out and carried him on Bian Ding's back. He poured half of the bucket of water on his robes and shouted "go". Then he poured the rest of the water on his robe and rushed out with Bian Ding.

When they stepped out of the house, the inn behind them collapsed in an instant.

The two gasped for breath, looked at each other, and laughed with joy for the rest of their lives.

"Young master, this man is not breathing." Bian must put him flat, explored his nose and said with regret.

At the beginning of summer, he took out a pill from his arms and put it into his mouth. He pressed the root of his tongue, closed his mouth and quickly pinched the junction of his lower jaw and throat. The man rolled his Adam's apple and fed the medicine.

Seeing that he was so skillful, Bian Ding asked, "can you still give medicine like this?"

"Or do you want to feed him with your mouth?"

At the beginning of summer, he squatted aside, held his cheek with his left hand, slightly tilted his head and looked up at him.

Bian Ding's face turned red, pointed to the man in gray clothes burned like a crow and asked, "well, it can't be saved."

"A breath is still alive, very weak. There is still poison in his body for many years. No wonder the four people were sure he couldn't get out when the poison was sent." Said after the inspection in early summer.

"Why did the young master feed him medicine?"

"He was lucky to meet me." At the beginning of summer, he looked at him and ordered Bian Ding: "carry him to our horse first. The fire is too big. Someone will come soon."

Although Bian Ding has doubts like this, can he be saved? His hands had already pulled him on his back and followed him to the horse in early summer.

At the beginning of summer, I twisted some leaf juice mixed with charred carbon branches, took out a dress in the package, tore it into a piece, wrote a prescription on it and handed it to Bian Ding.

"He can't ride a horse like this. Go to Qingcheng and find a carriage. Catch these drugs and go back quickly."

Bian Ding wanted to say something. Looking at the look of early summer, he pursed his lips, took over the remnant cloth, and flew away.

At the beginning of summer, he unloaded the dry grain bags and clean water from his horse, sat on the ground against the nearby trees and ate.

About half an hour later, people nearby found that the fire was serious and had gathered in twos and threes to put out the fire.

At the beginning of summer, he guarded the unconscious man and wiped him with well water. Let his skin cool and reduce waste heat, so as not to continue to hurt his skin. And cooling can also achieve an appropriate amount of analgesic effect. However, after seeing him in early summer, he has no consciousness.

He tore the remaining clothes into strips one by one. Until I gradually felt sleepy. Just heard the sound of the horse's hoofs approaching, and Bian Ding finally came back in a carriage.

In early summer, Bian Ding spread out the medicine, and he skillfully mixed and rubbed it together. Then he took out a small dagger from his boots and swung it on the fire fold twice. Then he cut the man's clothes and picked up the cloth that had been glued to the skin with the tip of the knife. Take the torn cloth strip, apply the medicine just rubbed, and wrap it up quickly.

After finishing it, he and Bian Ding helped him into the carriage. The space in the car is limited, and the man can't lie down. At the beginning of summer, he can only sit on the floor and lean against his arms.

"What are you waiting for? Hurry up." In early summer, he ordered.

Bian must have smoked the corners of his mouth, but he still rushed to the car.

When we entered Qingcheng, it was already dawn.

He found an inn to stay in and ordered the waiter to take the four treasures of study and send them to his room.

At the beginning of summer, he wrote back a letter to Bingwen and listed some prescriptions and medical supplies.

Let Bian Ding send letters and buy.

When Bian Ding came back with the medicine box and herbs, he asked him to go down and rest first in early summer and began to inject him in the room.

Although the man's burns looked scary and his whole body was covered with small blisters, fortunately, it was not the most serious kind of leather carbonization. He took a good jade muscle ointment with him. After applying it, he only needed to prevent deterioration, and it should be all right after half a month.

The most troublesome thing is the poison in his body. At the beginning of summer, the man was only twenty-five or six, but the poison had been in his body for at least twenty years. In the past, we should take antidotes that treat symptoms but not root causes regularly in order to live to the present.

At the beginning of summer, he hung his life with a split soul pill last night. At this time, the needle pressed his poison. At present, he is weak and weak. Not yet. Take your time.

Wash your hands in a basin and sleep in another bed and clothes in early summer.

He is really tired today