Applying acupuncture to the meridians, especially the forced sealing of the meridians, will cause more or less irreversible damage to the meridians. It may not be a big deal to ordinary people, but Zimo is a martial artist, and the smooth flow of the meridians is unimpeded. For him, it's very important.
"Sister, look, brother Zimo's wound really stopped bleeding." Yuan Hao happily shook Yuan Qiu's arm.
Yuan Qiu rolled her eyes at him and said angrily: "Looking at you like this, it seems that you don't really believe in your sister and my medical skills. Do you have to see it to believe it?"
Yuan Hao scratched his head in embarrassment and stuck out his tongue: "No way, I will always believe in my sister's medical skills, it's true."
Yuan Qiu scratched his nose: "You little brat, don't I know what you are thinking?"
Soon after the bleeding stopped, Yuan Qiu sutured the wound with needle and thread soaked in wine.
Yuan Hao had been standing aside and watching. He saw his sister's hand holding the needle and thread flying around Zimo's body. Her movements were smooth and quick. Each stitch was precise as if she had practiced it thousands of times. It was not like the first time. Suture the wound.
He had no idea when his sister had learned such good medical skills. Could it be that, as his sister said, this medical skill was taught by an old man with a white beard whom he met by chance in the mountains three years ago
The wind suddenly picked up outside, and heavy rain poured down, bringing waves of cold air into the inner room.
"Why did it suddenly start raining?" Yuan Hao stood at the window and muttered, following his sister's instructions and closing all the windows to prevent the cold air from entering.
At this time, Zimo's body had no ability to resist. A slight chill could give him a cold and a fever, and a high fever would make his injuries more complicated.
"This is really a timely rain." Yuan Qiu couldn't help but smile as he listened to the sound of rain outside.
Yuan Hao was puzzled: "What's the good thing about rain?"
"Zimo ran away all the way, and he must have left many traces on the road. Even if the night is thick and the other party hasn't discovered it yet, once daybreak, these traces will be exposed to people. They followed these traces all the way, and they were afraid that they would not be able to find them. Come to our house?"
Yuan Hao was shocked. Thinking of the evil god and fierce man he saw that day, his face turned pale and he said, "Then, what should I do?"
"So this is a timely rain. With this rain, any traces will be washed away. Even if they want to find Xipo Village, it will take a while."
Yuan Hao then took a long breath, patted his chest and said, "Fortunately, this is really a life-saving rain."
Just after midnight, Zimo started to have a fever. As Yuan Qiu expected, although the rain helped them a lot, it would also bring them some trouble. The late autumn night rain was very cold, and only a wisp of wind chill invaded Zimo. Mo's body was enough to make him seriously ill for three days.
There were no special herbs for reducing fever in her medicine cabinet, so she could only temporarily reduce the fever physically. She kept applying cold towels to her forehead, and then wiped her body with hot towels. She repeated this over and over again, and finally the high fever subsided at dawn, and Yuan Qiu also Unable to bear the fatigue of the night, he lay down on Zimo's bed and fell asleep.
When Zimo woke up, the pain from the wound and broken leg was unbearable, but he was a man after all. No matter how painful it was, he would not be like a woman. He seemed to scream to the sky and the earth. He gritted his teeth and opened his eyes. Everything in front of him was so... The familiarity made him feel extremely at ease. He was back. He had a chance to escape from a bloody battle last night. At that time, he was seriously injured and drugged. It was dark and he couldn't tell the direction at all. He only relied on his persistence. Nian moved forward slowly until he gradually lost consciousness.