Chapter 880

Sister Hua didn't dare to ask someone to come in to help, she just lifted the quilt and helped Chi Yebai take off the white jacket on the upper body.

Chu Yunyao sat back on the edge of the bed again, pointed her fingertips at his thin chest where the ribs could be seen and pressed heavily, and asked, "Does it hurt here?"

Chi Yebai gritted his teeth, cold sweat oozes from his forehead, and replied in a trembling voice: "It hurts, it hurts like a needle sticking in."

Chu Yunyao raised her hand and lifted off the pillow covering his face. Seeing that his facial features were about to be distorted in pain, a trace of unbearableness flashed across her face, and she continued to press the rest of his chest with her fingertips: "Here ?”

"pain."

"What about here?"

"It hurts!" Chi Ye's sallow face turned gray.

"What about here?"

"..." Chi Yebai was in so much pain that he could only gasp, unable to speak at all.

Chu Yunyao pressed in a circle, and moved her fingertips towards his stomach: "How is it here?"

Chi Yebai slowed down, his fingers firmly grasping the bed sheet under his body, the veins on the back of his hand popped out, and only a weak breath remained when he said: "It hurts too, but it's not as painful as my chest."

Chu Yunyao withdrew her hand, pulled the quilt to cover him up, and carefully felt his pulse again.

Seeing that Chi Yebai was about to faint in pain, Sister Hua asked anxiously, "Mrs. Mo, what's the matter with our master? Can this disease be cured?"

Chu Yunyao withdrew her hand, shook her head and said, "It's not that the evil wind entered his body, but his viscera were indeed damaged."

Sister Hua was so anxious that she didn't know what to do: "Then what should we do? Can our master be saved?"

Without further ado, Chu Yunyao took out a gleaming scalpel from her cuff, roasted it on the candle for a while, then lifted the bedding, held the knife and slashed Chi Yebai's chest.

Sister Hua was terrified when she saw it, and was about to stop it, but was stopped by Bao'er: "Miss Hua, our lady is treating the master..."

Seeing the blood gushing out of Chi Yebai's chest, Sister Hua felt a little annoyed.

I have seen a doctor who sews up a patient's wound, but have you ever seen a doctor who hurt a patient with a knife?

Sister Hua was about to speak, but Chi Yebai stopped her with a look.

Seeing that Chi Yebai trusted Chu Yunyao so much, Sister Hua bit her lip, and stared at Chu Yunyao tightly with her eyes, for fear that she would strike too hard and lose control of her strength, and dig out Master's heart.

Chu Yunyao wiped off the blood on his chest with gauze, fumbled around the wound with her fingertips, and finally touched something thin like a silk thread.

Chu Yunyao sprinkled medicinal powder on the wound to stop the blood, "Bao'er, bring a basin of clean water."

Bao'er quickly filled a porcelain basin with clean water and placed it in front of Chu Yunyao.

Chu Yunyao soaked the blood-stained finger in clean water, cleaned it, then wiped it dry with a handkerchief, and held the rusty thin needle for a while to look at it.

Chu Yunyao frowned: "It's possible to save him, but I don't have the tools to treat him, so I don't know what to do."

When Sister Hua heard that she was saved, her red and swollen eyes immediately filled with light, "Whatever you need, even if it is the snow lotus growing on Tianshan Mountain, I will try my best to get it for you."

Chu Yunyao shook her head: "I need a huge magnet with strong enough suction."

Sister Hua was stunned for a moment: "What do you want this thing for? It can't be eaten or used as medicine. Could it cure our father?"

Chu Yunyao nodded: "Yes, it can get all these things out of your grandfather's body."

Sister Hua became more and more puzzled. She stared at the thing as thick as a hair in Chu Yunyao's hand for a long time, and asked in puzzlement, "What is this?"