Ye Chunqiu was calm and said, "Since that's the case, you have to hurry up and help me. Come on, uncle, I'll deal with it. You go inside to get the medicine."

Ye Chunqiu didn't plan to carry people in at all. Anyway, there were treatments everywhere. The inside was too narrow and the light was a little dark. Instead, it was brighter at the door and people also had room for reconciliation.

The dying Zhao Xi had been put down and lay flat on the rack. Ye Chunqiu carefully opened his affected mouth. The bandage was already covered with blood. Between his thighs, a scarlet hole of a razor that was one inch long did not scab, but instead, the dirty blood oozed out intermittently.

"The wound is too big. Although I used medicine before, it is obviously not enough to stop the bleeding. After a long time, the wound becomes inflamed." Ye Chunqiu said to himself: "Now, it is necessary to reduce inflammation and stop bleeding as soon as possible. Oh, the most important thing is to eliminate concentration."

Zhao Xi suddenly coughed suddenly at this moment, but his breath was too weak, and it seemed to be a rebirth, and a mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth.

"Ah... I vomited blood." Zhao Gao was even more ecstatic. Usually, such injuries coughed blood, which meant that it hurt the lungs. This was really dead.

Seeing this, other people who are flirting can almost be convinced that Zhao Xi will die. As for Sun Qi, his uncle and nephew, he is probably dead.

Qian Qian frowned and said nothing.

Ye Chunqiu was still slow and said to himself: "It turns out that there are internal injuries. No wonder it hurts the heart. It should be hard for the gods to save them."

At this time, Sun Qi had already taken the medicine. This medicine was prepared by Ye Chunqiu last night. However, he had no confidence in what kind of skills this nephew has. Now he is probably helpless, so he just died and was just a careless person. Moreover, he returned and saw the blood stains spitting out of Zhao Xi's mouth. His face changed suddenly. He had external injuries and had to be treated. The internal injuries were so serious that it clearly hurt the lungs. Where could he be saved?

He couldn't help but shivered, but listened to Ye Chunqiu's voice: "Uncle, hurry up, take the medicine I prepared and swallowed it."

Sun Qi's brain buzzed, but he mechanically took the medicine that had been decocted last night and swallowed it for Zhao Xi. After the medicine was taken, Zhao Xi of course did not respond.

However, everyone could not help but find it funny when Ye Chunqiu looked serious. Everyone was almost dead, so why are they still busy with their work?

When Zhao Xi swallowed the medicine, Ye Chunqiu frowned and looked at the wound. He took the wine, then searched for a ball of cloth, and began to wipe the blood stains from the wound. Of course, the alcohol inside also had some antivirus ingredients. After almost the cleaning, he took the medicine and carefully poured the powder on the wound. He completed all this. He suddenly shouted: "Get the needle and thread."

sewing……

All were prepared last night.

Seeing that Ye Chunqiu was calm, Sun Qi had a glimmer of hope. No matter what, his nephew was also the head of the case. Judging from his appearance, it might not be possible.

He took the needle and sent it to Ye Chunqiu's hand, but Ye Chunqiu frowned and wiped his sleeves with his hand, and then asked: "Can your uncle stitch a needle?"

"Ah...squirting a needle?" Sun Qi didn't understand why Ye Chunqiu asked, "Yes, know some."

Ye Chunqiu smiled and looked very relaxed: "That's good. My uncle first burned the needle over fire, and then stitched the needle at this wound. Well, it should be tighter."

My nephew was very confident, as if he was infected by his confidence. Sun Qi hurriedly went to burn the needle with fire. Then Ye Chunqiu felt it was not enough, so he asked him to soak the needle in wine. Sun Qi carefully started sewing the needle.

Ye Chunqiu, who was standing beside him, seemed to breathe a sigh of relief. The commander Qian Qian looked like a monk was confused. This person was about to die, and you were still embroidering? He couldn't help but say, "Sew the needle? Ye Xiucai, what does this mean? Why... you don't sew, let your uncle sew it?"

"Ah..." Ye Chunqiu didn't expect Qian Qian to ask, "Oh, that's right, I dare not sew and can't do it, so I asked my uncle to come."

Sun Qi was slit carefully, but when he heard this, his hands trembled and his face turned green. He also said that this stitch was a unique secret skill of Chunqiu. After all, his nephew was so confident that he might be able to revive his life, but he had never even stitched it.

His eyes were about to get wet, and his hands holding the needle were shaking, and he was dead.

Ye Chunqiu began to look for other wounds on Zhao Xi's body. After checking it, he suddenly forgot it and rubbed his forehead and muttered in a low voice: "I forgot it. I wonder if he has a fever?" So he hurriedly touched his forehead, which was hot. Hey, it seemed that the wound was infected very seriously, and coupled with internal injuries, it caused inflammation.

Commander Qian Qian was stunned by the sight of him. He couldn't get back for a long time and felt that Ye Chunqiu... was not very reliable.

After Sun Qi sewed the wound, Qian Qian noticed that Zhao Xi had lost much breath. He looked under Zhao Xi's nose and couldn't help frowning: "Ye Xiucai, it seems that he is exhausted."

"No?" Ye Chunqiu frowned. He wouldn't have died, right? After all, he felt a little embarrassed when he was treated for the first time.

Qian Qian was also annoyed when he heard Ye Chunqiu's question. He was about to make a few harsh words, but Zhao Gao could see the movement clearly. When Zhao Gao saw it, he was suddenly overjoyed. The man was dead... After so much trouble, the man finally died in Tongji Hall. He was eager to try and took a few steps forward and saluted Qian Qian: "The villain is also a doctor. I know some pathology. If the adults don't mind, let the villain see if the patient is still saved."

The onlookers were all looking forward to it and were talking privately because it looked a little bad.

Qian Qian nodded.

Zhao Gao was very happy, rolled up his sleeves and stepped forward, exploring his pulse, then closed his eyes and shook his head, sighing, "Oh, it's gone, let's prepare for the funeral, the pulse is weak, at most half an hour, and he will definitely die. Oh... Maybe you can live a few more days without the treatment of this Tongjitang...." He continued to shake his head as if he was unwilling to speak about the mistakes of others.

Destroy people!

The spectators were in an uproar.
Chapter completed!