Chapter 3632

When the witch doctor came, Zhuang Xiaoyu had already prepared all kinds of good medicines.

The witch doctor took care of the wounds on Zhuang Qingyun's body, "Take some time to rest, the whip wounds on this body are mostly old wounds, and scars have already been left."

Qin Wuyan lifted the quilt a little bit, "Then how to get rid of the fingertips on his hands and feet?"

The witch doctor stared at the pair of fingertips and frowned, seeing that the hands and feet stuck by the fingertips had all swelled up, and the pair of metal fingertips were about to cut off his fingers and toes.

The witch doctor shook his head: "There is no other way, but to cut the finger cot with something hard, otherwise, his fingers and toes will be useless after being stuck like this for a whole night.

But if you cut the fingertip with something hard, the fingertip has already been stuck in the swollen seam. Cutting it apart is tantamount to cutting the flesh, it will be painful, and the strength must be balanced.. ...."

Qin Wuyan looked at the unconscious person, then turned to look at Zhuang Xiaoyu: "Miss, is there anything harder than this finger cot?"

Zhuang Xiaoyu shook his head: "I don't know."

But Yu Sui shouted: "Yes, there is, miss, someone paid tribute last year and sent a dagger made of black iron. I will keep it in the warehouse for you. Let's look for it."

Zhuang Xiaoyu said again: "If you have sharper scissors, bring them along."

Yu Sui found all the sharp scissors, daggers, scimitars and other things and tried them, but only the dagger made of black iron was sharper.

But this finger cot is also a hard one.

Qin Wuyan's dagger rested on the fingertip, and with a little effort, Zhuang Qingyun woke up in pain, couldn't help howling, blood also slid down his swollen finger to his arm...

That scream sounded like a piercing sound.

Seeing Zhuang Qingyun struggling hard, Qin Wuyan asked, "Do you want to die or live intact?"

"Let me die, it's so boring to live." Zhuang Qingyun lay on the bed with cold sweat dripping all over his body.

Qin Wuyan closed his eyes, turned to look at the witch doctor: "Is there any medicine for pain relief?"

The witch doctor took out a pill from the medicine bag and handed it to Zhuang Xiaoyu: "Miss, this precious thing is to be used on the high priest, the two young masters and you, Miss."

Zhuang Xiaoyu just took it, and stuffed it into Zhuang Qingyun's mouth without saying a word.

Just as Zhuang Qingyun swallowed, Qin Wuyan slashed his neck with a knife, knocking him unconscious.

Before everyone could react, Qin Wuyan had already pressed Zhuang Qingyun's hands, and swiped hard, the sharp dagger cut open the metal fingertips on Zhuang Qingyun's phalanx, and there was blood like pillars immediately.

Taking advantage of Zhuang Qingyun's unconsciousness, Qin Wuyan raised the knife and quickly cut off the other fingertips.

Zhuang Xiaoyu asked the witch doctor to help treat Zhuang Qingyun's wound.

By the time everything was settled, it was already daylight.

Zhuang Xiaoyu pulled Qin Wuyan: "Take a shower, change into the bloody clothes, and after breakfast, go to the teacher's class."

Qin Wuyan was surprised: "You haven't slept all night, won't you take a rest?"

"No." Zhuang Xiaoyu shook his head: "Yu Sui, I promised yesterday that I would deliver porridge to the mother and son, and I will deduct half of it from my pocket money in the future, so that the people in the house can go to those poor places to set up huts to give porridge to them." Well, consider it as me doing good deeds for the Priest House...

I will leave this matter to you. You also bought it from me on the street, so you should know how to do it. "

Yu Sui nodded, "My servant must do what you ordered, miss. I'm going to buy miscellaneous grains and order people to cook porridge to fill their stomachs."