The sky gradually brightened, the bloodshot eyes in Qin Wuyan's eyes gradually faded, and Zhuang Xiaoyu fainted at some point.
Qin Wuyan's eyes fell on her face, Zhuang Xiaoyu's face was pale, her lower lip was marked with tooth marks, the lip was damaged, and there were bloodstains.
There was a faint smell of rust floating in the air, Qin Wuyan suddenly lifted the bedding, and the bed sheet was stained with a dark red blood stain the size of a palm.
Qin Wuyan could only feel the blood in his body rushing straight to his head, and the veins on his forehead were pulsating and about to burst.
He hurriedly hugged Zhuang Xiaoyu and called her name: "Xiaoyu, Xiaoyu."
Zhuang Xiaoyu woke up shaking, looked at him dying, opened and closed his mouth, only the breath flowed weakly in his ear: "It hurts."
Qin Wuyan hugged the person who had passed out again, wrapped her whole body with a quilt, buried her head on her neck, tears rolled down from her eyes, "Xiao Yu, I'm sorry, I didn't do this to you on purpose .”
Even he himself didn't know what he had done. For most of the night, his head was in a daze, and his actions seemed to be out of his control.
Zhuang Xiaoyu only felt something hot in his neck slipping down his back, and then he lost consciousness.
Qin Wuyan dressed her, changed the sheets and bedding, and called the witch doctor.
The witch doctor just felt the pulse and prescribed some ointment to heal the wound. He just told him to take good care of it, and didn't say anything else.
Qin Wuyan stretched out his arm and handed it to the witch doctor: "Give me a pulse too."
The witch doctor's finger landed on Qin Wuyan's pulse, and his face was full of surprise: "The priest is all well and healthy, very good."
Qin Wuyan's eyes were like cold stars, coldly, "Are you sure?"
The witch doctor's heart trembled, and he nodded his head: "Sure."
Qin Wuyan reminded: "There are no other symptoms?"
"No."
Qin Wuyan asked people to retreat to the side, and called several witch doctors over to treat him alone, but the results of the diagnosis and treatment were exactly the same, and some wished to say that he would live a thousand years.
If the first witch doctor is a useless quack or an idiot, it is impossible for all the subsequent witch doctors to be quacks and idiots, and it is even more impossible for the diagnosis results to be exactly the same.
It would be even more impossible if all these witch doctors were the confidantes of Zhuang Huaisen or the Min Mansion.
The only explanation is that the effect of the medicine in his body has expired, the medicine is colorless and odorless, mixed in the air, it will not cause any other changes in the pulse of the person.
Qin Wuyan drove the group of witch doctors out of the door, he took the ointment into the inner room, uncovered the bedding, and daubed Zhuang Xiaoyu's wounds.
Before it was finished, Zhuang Qingyun's voice sounded outside the door: "Sacrificing on behalf of the priest, the family sent someone over."
Qin was speechless and kept silent, turning a deaf ear.
Zhuang Qingyun waited for a while, and was about to push the door, but saw the door was opened from the inside. Qin Wuyan stood at the door and asked, "Has Min Zhixing come?"
"That's not true, it's just that the Chu family and the Lie family have come, but the Hu family and the Min family have not arrived yet." Zhuang Qingyun didn't understand what happened, and asked: "The mistresses of the two families have also come over, do you want to come?" Don't you take your wife with you?"
"No." Qin Wuyan was full of impatience, "Ma'am is injured and still unconscious, I just go."
Zhuang Qingyun shouted to the door: "Come in."
I saw a few girls outside holding hats and brand new clothes, shoes and socks coming in.
Zhuang Qingyun said: "I prepared it for you a long time ago, and it was finished yesterday. You can try it on, and you don't know if it fits or not."
After speaking, he went forward, took the priest's clothes and put them on him, and asked, "I heard that you went to Zhuangzi last night, why did you come back so late?"