The little baby kept holding on to the man's clothes and sleeping in his arms. It didn't wake up until the man took it to the bed.
The man frowned and saw the clothes that were wrinkled by the little doll, so he took them off without hesitation.
The little baby hugged the ball of clothes and continued to sleep soundly.
"Master, I have asked the best doctor here to come over and show you the injury." The guard in gray knocked on the door and brought in a doctor.
The doctor walked in cautiously, carrying a medicine box on his back.
"Yeah." The man sat at the table and hummed obligingly.
The doctor first gently untied the bandage on his chest, going round and round. It could be seen that the man who bandaged him was thoughtful and skillful.
After taking off the bandage, the doctor looked at the wound on his chest and said "Ah" in surprise.
The guard in gray suddenly looked nervous and asked, "What's wrong? Is the injury serious?"
"No, no," the doctor said with the surprised expression on his face, pointing to the wound: "The wound is not deep, and it is not in a vital place, and it has been sutured. The suture technique is very exquisite. I would never be able to do it." , Your master's injury is not serious, but the weapon is poisoned. The poison is not light, but there is no trace of rotten flesh on the wound. This treatment method is also something I have never seen before. It is brilliant, it is really brilliant."
He pressed around the man's wound again and nodded: "This man also used acupuncture to stop the blood flow. His medical skills are extremely rare."
The guard in gray breathed a sigh of relief, with a look of curiosity on his face.
Who gave the master the wound? Why didn't the master say a word about it
"Master, please reach out your hand and let me take your pulse to see if there is any remaining poison in your body?" the doctor asked again.
The man stretched out one hand and let the doctor check his pulse, while the other hand held the strip of blue cloth he had taken off, his expression thoughtful.
"There is indeed still a little toxin in the young master's body, but it is no longer a serious problem. I will prescribe a prescription for the young master. As long as he takes three doses, the remaining poison in the body can be completely eliminated without leaving any future troubles. I just need to take the young master's pulse. , I found that there is another cold energy in your body, which is entangled with your meridians, but I don’t know what’s going on?” The doctor looked at the man and asked cautiously.
The man didn't answer, but his eyes sharpened and his lips tightened.
The doctor was startled.
The guard in gray shouted: "Talk too much!"
"Yes, yes, I made a mistake. I will prescribe the medicine right now. Prescribe the medicine."
The doctor quickly took back his hand, picked up a pen and wrote a prescription.
The guard in gray took it, glanced at it, and handed it to the man respectfully with both hands.
"Master, do you think this recipe can be used?"
He knew that his master had read a lot of medical books in the past few days and was more proficient in pharmacology than them.
The male protagonist took one look and nodded.
"Okay, my subordinate will go and get the medicine according to the prescription."
The guard in gray gave the doctor a silver coin: "Thank you for your hard work, doctor."
"No hard work, no hard work."
The doctor was surprised and happy. In fact, he really wanted to say that he didn't do anything. Before he came, the man's poison had been cured. He just cleaned his little tail.
After thinking about it, he swallowed the words again, happily took the money and left.
Only the man and the little boy were sleeping soundly on the bed.
The man put down the cloth in his hand, walked to the bed, and looked at the little baby for a moment.