The four people watched the tongue of fire spit out more than ten feet away, licking it and unable to move forward at all. The firewood shed in the backyard of the inn also turned into a fire dragon as the fire spread. With the direction of the wind's rotation, it quickly became a sea of fire. There was a violent explosion of roof tiles, and the tiles collapsed towards the center of the inn like heaven and earth shattering.
"He's already poisoned. He can't get out of this fierce fire. Let's leave before anyone notices him." One of them said.
The leader nodded: "That's fine, destroy the corpse and eliminate all traces."
After Xia Chu climbed off the roof, he had already brought Bian Ding to the well. The two took off their coats and put them in the bucket to soak.
At this time, when Xia Chu saw the four of them leaving, he quickly took out his clothes and motioned to Bian Ding to do the same as him and wrap them around his body from the top of his head down. Xia Chu took more than half a bucket of water and rushed into the sea of fire.
Bian Ding grabbed him and said with a tragic face: "Master, let me go. The fire is too strong. If I can't get out, you should leave quickly to avoid being discovered and getting into trouble."
Xia Chu grabbed his hand, holding the barrel above his head with the other hand, and hurriedly scolded him: "That's long-winded."
The two kicked open the door and rushed into the inn. They found that the man in gray clothes was somehow trapped under the broken limbs. The scattered corpses were covered with beams and tiles, and his whole body was severely burned.
Xia Chu put down the bucket and quickly pulled him out, then carried it on Bian Ding's body. He poured half of the bucket of water onto the robe that covered him, shouted "Let's go" and poured the rest. The water poured on the robe he was wearing, and followed Bian Ding to rush out.
When the two of them ran out of the house in great danger, the inn behind them suddenly collapsed.
The two gasped and looked at each other, laughing with joy of surviving the disaster.
"Master, this man is not breathing." Bian Ding laid him down, checked his breathing, and said regretfully.
Xia Chu came over and checked his pulse, took out a pill from his pocket and stuffed it into his mouth, pressed the base of his tongue, closed his mouth, and quickly pinched the junction between his jaw and throat. The man's Adam's apple rolled and he took the medicine.
Bian Ding saw how skillful he was and couldn't help but ask: "Can you still give medicine like this?"
"Otherwise, do you want to feed him with your mouth?" Xia Chu squatted aside, holding his chin with his left hand, tilting his head slightly, and looked up at him.
Bian Ding's face turned red. He pointed at the man in gray who was burned like a crow and asked, "Can't he be saved?"
"There is still one breath left, very weak. He still has years of poison in his body. No wonder the four people were sure he couldn't come out when the poison was released." Xia Chu replied after checking.
"Then why is the young master feeding him medicine?"
"It's lucky that he met me." Xia Chu glanced at him and then ordered Bian Ding: "Carry him to our horse first. The fire is too strong and people will come soon."
Although Bian Ding had doubts in his mind, could he be saved even if he was like this? But his hands had already pulled him, carrying him on his back and following Xia Chu to the horse.
Xia Chu twisted some leaf juice mixed with burnt charcoal branches, took out a piece of clothing from the package, tore it into a piece, wrote a prescription on it and gave it to Bian Ding.
"He can't ride a horse like this. Go to Qingcheng to find a carriage and grab these medicines and return them quickly."
Bian Ding originally wanted to say something, but looking at Xia Chu's expression, he pursed his lips and took the remaining cloth, said yes and flew away.
Xia Chu unloaded the bags of dry food and water from his horse, sat on the ground against a nearby tree and started eating. About half an hour later, people nearby discovered that the fire was serious and had already gathered in twos and threes to put out the fire.
Xia Chu guarded the unconscious man and wiped him with well water. Let his skin cool down and reduce the residual heat to avoid further damage to the skin. And cooling can also achieve an appropriate amount of pain relief.
However, Xia Chu glanced at him and was already unconscious.
Xia Chu tore the remaining clothes into strips one by one. Until he gradually became sleepy. Only then did they hear the sound of horse hooves approaching, and Bian Ding finally returned with his carriage.
Xia Chu asked Bian Ding to spread out the medicine, and he mixed and kneaded them together skillfully. Then he pulled out a small dagger from his boot, swung it on the fire fold twice, then cut open the clothes around the man, and used the tip of the knife to peel away the fabric that had stuck to his skin. He took the torn cloth strip and applied the medicine he had just rubbed on it and quickly bandaged it.
After finishing, Xia Chu and Bian Ding helped him get into the carriage. The space in the car was limited, and the man couldn't lie down. Xia Chu could only let him sit on the floor and lean into his arms.
"What are you doing standing around? Let's catch the car." Xia Chu ordered.
Bian Ding twitched the corner of his mouth, hesitated for a long time and stopped talking, and finally drove off without saying a word.
By the time he entered Qingcheng, it was already dawn. He found an inn to stay in and asked the waiter to bring the Four Treasures of the Study to the room. Xia Chu wrote a letter to Bingwen and listed some prescriptions and treatments. For supplies, let Bian Ding deliver the letters and purchase them.
After Bian Ding came back with the medicine box and medicinal materials, Xia Chu told him to go down to rest first and began to give him acupuncture in the house.
Although the man's burns looked horrifying, with small blisters all over his body, fortunately it was not the most serious kind of leather charring. He brought a good jade skin ointment with him. After applying it, he only needed to prevent it from getting worse. It should be fine after a month.
The most troublesome thing was the poison in his body. Xia Chuguan was only a man in his mid-twenties, but the poison had been in his body for at least twenty years. I should have been able to survive until now by taking antidotes that treated the symptoms but not the root cause on a regular basis.
Xia Chu used a soul-splitting pill to hang his life last night, and now used an acupuncture to suppress the poison. Now, he is weak and weak. I still can’t figure it out, so take your time.
He washed his hands in the basin, got on another bed and slept in his clothes.
Today, he was really exhausted...
(End of chapter)