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Frowning and thinking for a moment, Zhuo Qing suddenly gets up, picks up the thickest stick on the ground and goes to the side of the man. The big man's eyes were wide open. Zhuo Qing didn't say a word. He took up the stick and aimed it at him. He knocked it down three centimeters behind his neck! He was quick, accurate and ruthless. The man only had time to hum and fainted.

Zhuo Qing squatted down and checked it. After confirming that the man really fainted, she threw away her stick and patted the sawdust on her hands. Zhuo Qing looked back at the half lying on the ground with a strange expression and asked: "is that ok?"

Qian Jing's eyes gaped. This woman... Remembered that they met for the first time. She also threw out a big man who was twice as strong as her. It seems that he underestimated her. Qian Jing shook his head and said with a bitter smile, "I've never seen a woman as fierce and savage as you."

Fierce and savage? Well, Zhuo Qing indifferent back: "now you see." He is really ignorant. If he had a chance to see Gu Yun, he would know what is really fierce and barbaric.

Go to the entrance of the cave, support your son to sit down beside the fire, Zhuo Qing whispered: "your son, you help me to make the fire more prosperous."

Your son nods hard, this girl's courage and courage make people admire unceasingly.

After two steps, Zhuo Qing picked up the stick on the ground, handed it to your son and said, "take this. If he wakes up, you will give him another stick." She was mainly afraid that when the wound was half healed, the man would wake up in trouble.

Ru'er took the stick that was thicker than her arm, looked at the dazed man beside her, and then looked at Zhuo Qing's cold and resolute face. She swallowed a mouthful of saliva and said: "I I see

Knowing that she was embarrassed, Zhuo Qing went back to Qian Jing, helped him lie down and said, "I'll help you deal with the wound first."

Qian Jing grabs Zhuo Qing's hand and doubts: "can you do it?"

Zhuo Qing gently raises her eyebrows. She is qualified as a surgeon. Moreover, the knife she uses is no less than that of any other surgeon, and the research on human muscles, bones and organs is beyond the reach of ordinary surgeons! Such a small operation is easy for her.

Zhuo Qing stretched out her hand again, and Qian Jing cried, "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, a faint smell of medicine diffused and poured into the bottle, but there was nothing inside. Jiang handed it to him, and Zhuo Qing said faintly, "no more."

No more? Qian Jing wailed. Why did he disappear at this time? Is heaven going to kill him!

The taste of this medicine is very familiar. Zhuo Qing looked in the belt pocket for a while, took out a small cloth bag, carefully opened it, poured it out to see, Zhuo Qing secretly congratulated, handed the small pill to Qian Jing, Zhuo Qing said with a smile: "you are lucky, fortunately not wet, eat it." At that time, he said that this medicine was a good elixir for hemostasis, calming the nerves, detoxifying and dispelling wind! I hope it's true.

"What's this?" Qian Jing took it and saw that it was the medicine he gave her last time, but she didn't lose it.

Pick up two thin blades, Zhuo Qing look carefully, the blade is very sharp, thickness is also appropriate, finally choose one, back to Qianjing, put the knife on the fire baking, Zhuo Qing low said: "you give me a good life, you owe a hundred Liang now."

Looking at the beautiful shadow with its back to her, Qian Jing felt strange in his heart. With a low sigh, Qian Jing sighed: "just start."

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

"Come on!" Qian Jing looks like he's going home to death. Zhuo Qing can't laugh or cry. At this time, he still has leisure to joke!

The blood sticks the material to the skin. Zhuo Qing carefully tears the skirt. By the light of the fire, Zhuo Qing carefully studies the position of the knife and does not hesitate to start -

"Hmm! Ah -- "without anesthetic, she incises the wound forcefully. The pain can be imagined. Although Qian Jing's endurance is amazing, the muscle contraction caused by the pain and the fierce unconscious resistance make it difficult for her to cut. Zhuo Qing's eyebrows are frowning. She is really not suitable for surgery! By contrast, she preferred corpses because they would let her do whatever she wanted.

It only took about ten minutes to cut the adhesion muscle tissue accurately, and all the barbs were taken out. Throwing the weapon to one side, Zhuo Qing looks at Qian Jing. He keeps clenching his fists. His face is dark red in the light of the fire. Sweat drops down his cheek one by one. He gasps in confusion. Patted his cheek lightly, Zhuo Qing said in a deep voice: "Qian Jing, it's all right. Relax."

Although the murder weapon was taken out, there was no disinfectant and no suture tool. Fortunately, compared with similar operations, the amount of blood loss of Qianjing wound was surprisingly small. Is it true that the blood can stop temporarily when a acupoint is pointed in the martial arts novel? It's amazing. She can study it!

Now the question is what she should use to bandage his wound to prevent infection. She can't tear her clothes any more, or she will be naked!

"Hiss --" Zhuo Qing is still in distress. A tearing sound of cloth rings. Zhuo Qing goes back and sees your son holding a large piece of cloth, handing it to her and saying, "here you are."Two legs exposed outside, your son estimate is not used to, desperately shrink feet, but the hands of the skirt or firm handed Zhuo Qing, Zhuo Qing took the cloth, grateful smile back: "thank you."

Your son is embarrassed of shake head, she what also didn't help them, if they didn't save her, she would have been insulted.

Zhuo Qing took the cloth, tore it into long strips, connected it together, gently picked up Qian Jing, and quickly bandaged the wound. After the severe pain, Qian Jing's brain was more sober. Looking at Zhuo Qing, who was busy and skilled in bandaging his wound, Qian Jing Feng's eyes narrowed slightly and asked, "are you a doctor?"

Qian Jing thought about her identity. In the face of blood and ferocious wound, she was calm and calm. She cut the knife calmly without hesitation. Her neat technique was admirable. There was no doubt that she was good at medicine, but she knew the wound as well as if it had been treated a thousand times. The most common doctor is to feel the pulse and fry some medicine. There is not much chance to contact such a knife wound, especially when she is still miss Qian Jin.

Doctor? "I think so." Forensic medicine is also medicine. After dressing up the wound, Zhuo Qingchang took a sigh of relief and sat down on the ground tired, saying: "you rest for a while, we'll... At daybreak"

Qian Jing's eyes suddenly fell and her face was gloomy. He grasped her wrist and said in a low voice: "someone is here!"