Yanyuan has been quiet recently.
Wen Qingzhu was unconscious, Aunt Wu stayed behind closed doors, and Aunt Yue hardly went out except for the housekeeper.
Wu Shan was suddenly imprisoned, and Wen Guanbin was in fear all day after his promotion.
The entire Wen family became quiet, and naturally no one paid attention to the east courtyard of Yanyuan anymore.
At night, Wen Qingzhu took Mi Li and quietly left the Wen family's house from the northwest corner courtyard.
This time, Wen Qingzhu brought Mama Ye with him.
When Fu Lie saw them coming, he moved down the horse stool and asked them to get on the bus.
"Thank you, Brother Fu." Wen Qingzhu was afraid to look at Fu Lie.
Because as soon as she saw Fu Lie, she remembered the dream she had that day.
Instantly his face started to feel hot.
"You're welcome, Miss Wen." Fu Lie looked at Wen Qingzhu with tenderness in his eyes.
Mother Ye saw all this and sighed secretly in her heart.
It would be great if Fu Lie had a reputation.
Even if he is just a scholar, Mother Ye can still find a way to get the young lady to marry him.
But now Fu Lie is just a little centurion.
The Wen family always looked down on Wu Fu, and Mother Ye felt very embarrassed.
In her hand, there was still a letter from Madam.
For the sake of this letter, Wen Shuquan will definitely help her as he wishes.
But…
Mother Ye sighed and followed Wen Qingzhu into the car.
After Fu Lie got on the car, Dongzi raised his whip and slapped the horse on the butt.
"drive!"
The carriage drove slowly towards the Lu family's old residence.
In the carriage.
Wen Qingzhu asked Fu Lie in a low voice: "How is Uncle Zhong doing now?"
Fu Lie shook his head slowly: "It's not good. I found it too late. If I hadn't happened to pass by the Lu family's old house that day, I wouldn't have known that anyone in the Lu family still lived there."
Mother Ye sitting next to her felt regretful: "It's all my fault for being careless. I haven't received a letter from Uncle Zhong for more than half a year, and I didn't notice anything unusual at all. In the past, he would send a letter to me every three months to say he was safe." .”
Wen Qingzhu held her hand and said: "Mother Ye, don't blame yourself. After all, you have been suffering in the laundry room before and you know very little about the things in the East Courtyard. After you returned to the East Courtyard, there was a mess again. It was my carelessness. ”
"Miss!" Mother Ye's tears fell.
How come she didn't know about Wen Qingzhu's situation for more than half a year after returning to the East Campus.
If it weren't for Wen Qingzhu's superb medical skills, I'm afraid he would be dead now.
Wen Qingzhu searched around in her mind, but she couldn't remember why there was still an old servant in the Lu family's old house.
She only remembered that after her grandfather passed away, all the servants of the Lu family were dismissed.
Arriving at the back door of the Lu family's old house, Wen Qingzhu and the others got out of the car.
Fu Lie took out the key and unlocked the door.
After entering, Mother Ye quickly took them to Uncle Zhong's room.
Before entering the house, Wen Qingzhu smelled a faint rotten smell.
Her eyebrows instantly frowned.
Arriving at the house, Mother Ye lit the candlestick.
The room became brighter, and Wen Qingzhu could see everything clearly.
The dilapidated old house was dark and damp, and the lime powder on the walls began to peel off.
Many of the window lattice are in disrepair, and those that can't be closed are just left there.
On the bed in front of me, a dusty curtain was hung slowly on an iron hook.
The dark blue quilt with patches sewn on it has a protrusion, and you can see the shape of a person.
Mother Ye walked over first, followed closely by Wen Qingzhu.
The moment he saw Uncle Zhong, Wen Qingzhu's eyes turned red.
His eyes were sunken and tightly closed, and his face was skinny and wrinkled, still looking familiar.
It’s really Uncle Zhong!
"Mother Ye, let Uncle Zhong take a look first." Wen Qingzhu whispered and took out a small porcelain bottle from his sleeve.
Mother Ye took two steps back. She recognized the medicine in Wen Qingzhu's hand.
It was a very precious life-extending medicine left by my wife.
She gave a few to Fu Lie last time, and now she brought three more to Uncle Zhong without hesitation.
"Mother Ye, please bring me a glass of water." Wen Qingzhu took out a pill but didn't put it in Uncle Zhong's mouth.
Mother Ye hurriedly went to get a glass of cold water: "Miss, there is only cold water."
"It's okay." Wen Qingzhu took the cup and carefully fed Uncle Zhong a few sips of water.
After moving Uncle Zhong's chin, Wen Qingzhu felt relieved when he saw Uncle Zhong swallowing the pills.
After getting up, Wen Qingzhu told Mother Ye: "Go and boil some hot water first. I want to take a look at Uncle Zhong's body."
"Yes." Mother Ye turned around and went out while wiping her tears.
Wen Qingzhu saw the unburned charcoal fire in the corner.
There is also fresh charcoal on the side.
There are some herbs and food on the table not far away.
Wen Qingzhu turned to look at Fu Lie, his nose a little sore: "Thank you, Brother Fu."
"You're welcome, Miss Wen." Fu Lie glanced at Uncle Zhong and found that Uncle Zhong slowly opened his eyes, "He's awake!"
Wen Qingzhu turned around quickly and found that Uncle Zhong was staring at Wen Qingzhu with his eyes half open.
"Uncle Zhong, it's me, Qingzhu." Wen Qingzhu came closer.
Seeing this, Fu Lie behind him turned around and brought a candlestick over.
The light immediately illuminated the entire tent. Uncle Zhong's eyes suddenly opened wide and his lips began to tremble.
He seemed to want to speak, but no sound came out.
Wen Qingzhu held Uncle Zhong's hand and said, "When I cure you, you can say whatever you want."
Uncle Zhong's lips no longer trembled.
Wen Qingzhu sat down, took out Uncle Zhong's skinny wrist, and put his fingers on it.
As time passed by, Wen Qingzhu's expression became more and more solemn.
After putting down Uncle Zhong's wrist, Wen Qingzhu slowly lifted the quilt from Uncle Zhong's body.
The smell of rot mixed with blood began to spread.
It wasn't until Wen Qingzhu saw Uncle Zhong's calf inside that his pupils shrank instantly.
The calf was wrapped with a thick layer of gauze below the knee, but the gauze had turned black and hard.
If she guessed correctly, that's where the rotten smell came from.
"Brother Fu, please bring over the medicine box." Wen Qingzhu calmed down. As long as he found the crux of the problem and prescribed the right medicine, Uncle Zhong could still be saved.
When she checked her pulse just now, she found that Uncle Zhong's internal meridians were in the final stage of failure.
Soon, Fu Lie brought the medicine box on the table over.
Wen Qingzhu opened the medicine box, took out a pair of silver scissors, and touched the flame of the candlestick a few times.
Then she turned around and slowly cut away the thick and hard bandage.
The sound of clicking sounded continuously.
As the bandage tore open, the rotten and blackened leg was revealed.
The blue-black pustule was torn open, and a smelly and irritating pus flowed out.
Wen Qingzhu endured the discomfort and continued to cut.
After cutting off all the bandages, Wen Qingzhu found that the calf was completely useless.
After half of the pus drained out, white bones and red and black pieces of flesh were exposed inside.
In this mixture, there were actually several extremely tiny maggots interspersed in the thick water and minced meat.
"Ugh!" Wen Qingzhu couldn't bear it any longer, so he turned around and retched.
She has seen many situations, but she has never found maggots on a living person.
What happened to Uncle Zhong
At this moment, Mother Ye came in with a bucket of hot water.
She saw Wen Qingzhu's pale face retching and trotted over quickly.
"Miss, what's wrong?" Mother Ye put down her things and patted her back.
With a casual glance, Mother Ye also saw Uncle Zhong's leg that was infested with maggots.
"Ugh!" Ye's mother's reaction was even greater than Wen Qingzhu's.
Bang bang, a mouthful of sour water was spat directly to the ground.
The smell in the room instantly became worse.
Wen Qingzhu glanced around the room, stood up and said, "Uncle Zhong's leg has been destroyed. Now we must saw off the leg as soon as possible, otherwise the wound will become infected, and Uncle Zhong will most likely not be able to save his life."
"Can Uncle Zhong hold on?" Mother Ye's face turned pale.
Wen Qingzhu looked back at Uncle Zhong, gritted his teeth and said, "You must hold on even if you can't hold on! In addition, more than five hundred years of ginseng will be needed to extend your life."
"Ginseng that is over five hundred years old! Where can I find it?" Mother Ye was about to cry.
Wen Qingzhu turned to look at Fu Lie and said, "Do you know where Zheng Xu lives?"
"Yeah." Fu Lie nodded.
Wen Qingzhu pulled out a silver hairpin from his head, handed it to Fu Lie and said, "Zheng Xu knows this silver hairpin. Go tell him that if he is willing to give me a ginseng that is more than five hundred years old, I, Wen Qingzhu, owe him a favor." !”
"Okay." Fu Lie turned around and left without saying much.
Not long after, Dongzi came in holding a lantern: "Miss Wen, the master asked me to come over and help you."
"Well, wait a minute, we need to change to another room later." Wen Qingzhu took a look at this room. Surgery cannot be performed in this room.
Turning around, she said to Mother Ye: "Just find the cleanest room nearby, light a charcoal fire, sprinkle white vinegar on it, and call us after a quarter of an hour."
"Okay, okay." Mother Ye hurried out again.
Half an hour later, Fu Lie came back, bringing not only a 500-year-old ginseng, but also a special intoxicating drug.
Standing in front of the assembled table, Wen Qingzhu took a deep breath.
Looking at Uncle Zhong who had fallen asleep, next to him were a row of knives, gold sore medicine, hemostatic medicine and other emergency special medicines.
Mother Ye was waiting outside, and Fu Lie and Dongzi were helping her inside.
Wen Qingzhu said to Fu Lie and Dongzi: "If Uncle Zhong wakes up on the way, you must hold him down, especially Brother Fu, and make sure that the cloth in Uncle Zhong's mouth does not fall out and that he does not bite his tongue."
"Yes, I know." Fu Lie nodded seriously.
After Wen Qingzhu washed his hands in the liquor, he took out the sharpest knife.
He was gesticulating on Uncle Zhong's knees.
"Where should the removal be better?" Wen Qingzhu murmured in a low voice. This was not the first time she had performed removal surgery on someone.
But it was the most nervous she had ever been.
Uncle Zhong must live. If he is still staying in the Lu family at this time, there must be a reason for him to stay.
A wise old man like my grandfather would not let Uncle Zhong stay and die for no reason.
After calmly testing Uncle Zhong's reaction, Wen Qingzhu finally found the most suitable place.
She took a deep breath and pointed the blade at the spot of her choosing.
Then he cut it hard...
As the sky dawned, Wen Qingzhu walked out with a tired look on his face and sat on the steps under the corridor.
Looking at the white fish belly in the eastern sky, Wen Qingzhu let out a long sigh of relief.
She succeeded.
Successfully rescued Uncle Zhong.
After a while, Dongzi came out, his face also looked tired.
But the moment he looked at Wen Qingzhu, his face turned a little pale.
"Wen, Miss Wen, what are you going to do next?" Dongzi's voice was slightly trembling, and he didn't even notice it.
Wen Qingzhu looked back at the room: "Where's Brother Fu? Won't he come out and take a rest? Mother Ye can just take care of Uncle Zhong inside."
Dongzi sighed and said, "Master said that Mother Ye is also tired. Two people are taking care of her, so you can rest assured."
"Well, then you go and have a rest." Wen Qingzhu forced a smile.
But Dongzi shook his head and said: "I'm going to buy breakfast for you, and I'll buy some daily necessities when I come back. Do you want to eat-"
Halfway through the conversation, Dongzi discovered that Wen Qingzhu fell asleep leaning against the pillar.
When he woke up again, Wen Qingzhu found a strange maid standing in front of him.
She was facing Wen Qingzhu, helping her arrange the clothes she had worn before.
Wen Qingzhu sat up instantly and secretly made a defensive posture: "Who are you?"