The Village Doctress Chapter 61: The pain of gouging flesh

This phoenix Yu Fei was passed down to him by his mother, but he couldn't draw this dagger at all.

My mother once said that it is impossible for Fenghuang Yufei to be drawn out without meeting his destined master.

At the time, he didn't believe it.

Nor did he tell his subordinates.

His subordinates only know that he has a handful of treasures, but they have never seen the treasures unsheathed.

However, by accident, he blurted out and asked Duan Mucheng to take out the dagger for her to use...

Let her take it out to try again, he... is really dizzy.

Forget it, if she can't pull it out, it means that she is too weak, so let's not use this dagger for now.

Huangfu Jin was annoyed that she had caused trouble for herself, but she heard a "chuckle".

A powerful and mysterious murderous aura enveloped the little girl, circling and lingering for a while, before hiding.

"It's really sharp!" Lin Fufu looked at the dagger in his hand in surprise. There were two lifelike phoenixes with wings engraved on the knife.

Looking at the blade again, it was as thin as a cicada's wing, and the sharp cold light almost made tears flow from her eyes.

If Lin Fufu was surprised, then Huangfu Jin, who was lying on the bed, was shocked, his jaw almost dropped.

There was only one voice in his head, she pulled it out, she pulled it out!

What does this mean?

Is she the destiny master of Fenghuang Yufei?

How is this possible?

She is just a daughter of a peasant family, even if her family may be a great Confucian or a famous official, but now she is already the daughter of a peasant family...

But if it wasn't what he thought, why did he let her use Phoenix Yufei to gouge out the flesh just now when he lost his mind?

"Master? Are you... are you alright?" Duanmucheng asked worriedly when he saw that his master's expression was not right.

"Me? I'm fine!" Huangfu Jin lowered her eyes, and when Lin Fufu looked over, her face returned to calm.

Looking at such a sharp dagger, Lin Fufu was thinking whether to disinfect it with spirits, but then she said: "Mr. Duanmu, please bring out a jug of spirits."

"Ah?" Duanmucheng let out an ah, wondering what she was going to use the spirits for, could it be that this girl was afraid and she had to drink to strengthen her courage before she could do it?

He pondered for a while, looked at Lin Fufu, "Girl, our wine is too strong, you are a girl, I'm afraid you will get drunk after just one sip, what should my father do?"

When Lin Fufu heard what he said, he couldn't help laughing, he squinted at Duanmu Cheng, and said with a smile, "You just bring the wine."

Duanmucheng is still not at ease.

After Huangfu Jin's wink passed, Duanmu Chengdao said "Yes".

"In the future, if you suffer from skin trauma, you can use strong wine to wash the wound." Lin Fufu said one more thing.

The corners of Huangfu Jin's lips curled up slightly, so that's the case.

It is good to do so, so she reminded his subordinates, so she is concerned about him or his subordinates?

He suddenly felt a sense of joy in his heart, even just now, he also thought that she was emboldened by wine...

Duanmucheng naturally thanked him. After he brought a bag of spirits, Lin Fufu poured the spirits on the dagger first.

Then fell on his hands and rubbed them together.

Duanmucheng's eyes widened, he stared blankly, and said in his heart: The medical skills of the southerners are really good...

Then took the wine bag and walked to Huangfu Jin's side, "It's going to be hot, bear with it."

Huangfu Jinfeng's eyes were deep, he fixed a glance at her, and then nodded.

Spirited wine soaked into the wound, Huangfu Jin pressed her lips tightly, holding back the cold sweat dripping from her forehead.

This painful and hot feeling is really unbearable.

Lin Fufu took the opportunity to squat down and carefully cut the red and swollen fangs with a dagger at Huangfujin's wound...

After a stick of incense, it was finally cleaned up, and Lin Fufu was also sweating profusely from exhaustion.

"Mr. Duanmu, please bring me the medicine powder, and then bring me the white cotton yarn that has been boiled outside. You can come in with the basin and don't touch it with your hands." Lin Fufu squatted on the ground for a long time, with his legs All soft.

"Okay." Duanmucheng didn't care about her many rules and troubles, first helped her get the medicine powder, then turned and went out.

Huangfu Jin was also sweating profusely. The moment Lin Fufu stopped, he felt that he had come back from the gate of hell.

Lin Fufu really admired this man this time. Without the effect of anesthesia, he endured the pain of gouging out the flesh under his weak body. Not only did he not snort, but his legs didn't shake.

With this kind of endurance, this man must be a hero!

"You are really particular about healing your wounds." Huangfu Jin wanted to say troublesome, but he changed his tongue to be exquisite.

Lin Fufu heard the meaning of his words, looked up at her, and then explained lightly: "The treatment of skin trauma is to clean it, so that you will recover faster. Since I have cured you, I always Can't it be cured?"

To treat trauma is to be clean?

Huangfu Jin's heart skipped a beat, and her mind raced quickly.

In their place, when the soldiers were injured, they would casually tear off the cloth from themselves or the dead and bandage them hastily. It doesn't matter what is clean or not, so many soldiers who were even slightly injured died inexplicably...

"It seems that you are very sure about curing my injury, so I can rest assured!" Huangfu Jin glanced at her, and saw that she was applying medicine to him with lowered eyebrows, and the corners of her lips were slightly curved, "If there is no cure Okay, I became a lame man, do you know the price you have to pay?"

When Huangfu Jin said this, it was as flat as asking how the weather is today, but when Lin Fufu applied the medicine with a shaking hand, the powder was not spread evenly.

Yes, for a man like Huangfu Jin, she is like an ant in front of him.

Even if she undoes the poison in him and heals his wounds, if she makes him crippled, all her hard work will be in vain.

He or his subordinates will still kill her.

Who told her she was just a village girl with no power?

Killing her is as insignificant as killing a chicken or a duck.

This hateful black-bellied man!

"I understand, I will definitely cure you and not make your legs disabled." Although Lin Fufu gritted his teeth, his voice was steady, and then the words changed, "But I can't guarantee that there will be no scars. "

"Heh..." Huangfu Jin has been observing her face, and seeing that she has changed a lot of expressions in the past few breaths, he feels amused in his heart, and when she heard her saying that there is no guarantee of scarring, he smiled deeply up.

"You?" Lin Fufu was worried, and wanted to ask him why he was laughing, but he didn't ask.

Huangfu Jin saw her fear, and slowly said: "What is a man afraid of leaving scars? As long as you guarantee that I am not disabled, then I will definitely repay you well!"